My Feral Lady Chapter 7

Chapter 7 

Tense toast

“It's time to get up.” Sam announced roughly as she barged into the basement. 

“What?” Emma groaned, looking away from the light as Maxwell woke and resumed his relentless angry animalistic droning. 

“Time to give him some space.” 

“No.” Emma barked out instinctually as she scooted closer to her mate.

“Yes, now get up. I made breakfast.” 

“I’m not leaving his side!” Emma growled angrily, clinging to the cage.

“Emma, you can either move of your own volition, or I can shift and drag you out of here with the back of your neck in my teeth.” 

“I’m not leaving his side!” 

“Yes, you are.” Samantha stood her ground. 

“No!” Emma snarled baring her teeth.

“Look at your posture and then tell me that you don't need to get out of this room.” 

Emma looked down, realizing she was on all fours, low and ready to pounce.

“C’mon I made breakfast. You need to regain your strength if you wanna watch over him.” 

“You can bring me my breakfast if you are so concerned with me eating.” 

“Yes, I certainly could. But that isn't the point, and you know it.”

“I’m not ready to leave his side!” 

“I know you aren’t, that is why I am down here; to make you.”

Emma pressed herself against the cage as if she could somehow slip through the bars and finally be able to hold her mate once more. 

“Emma, you know why you have to move.”

“I’m not ready to leave him!” Emma slipped her fingers through the bars of the cage, gently touching her mate’s hand balled up into a fist.

“I know. And I’m sorry. But you know you will never be ’ready’.” 

“Sam.” Emma turned away from the alpha wolf, lowering her head to her mate who was still barking and growling away.

Max quieted slightly, pressing his forehead to the grate, their flesh barely touching.

“It is going to be ok. You are going to be ok baby. We are gonna fix you.” She wrapped her right hand’s fingers around his hand as best she could through the bars and with her left caressed his cheek.

The feral wolf whined, pressing his head harder against the bars trying to get any increment closer to his mate.

“It’s time to get a breath of fresh air.” Sam knelt down behind Emma and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You can come back after. Just get a breath, clear your head before it gets to you too much.” 

“I love you.” Emma’s voice broke. She left a kiss at his forehead before she stood and nodded to Sam. 

“Good. Now, I have french toast and bacon.” Sam ushered the wolf out of the basement. 

It didn't take long for Sam to get a plate ready for Emma. She loaded it extra high, offering the pack member all the nutrients she could possibly need and then some. “I’m not saying you aren't allowed to spend any time with your mate.” Samantha offered as she plopped the plate down. 

“I… I know.” Emma lied in an effort to seem polite.

“I know it isn't proven in any measure; that spending too much time with a wolf that’s gone feral…”

“But my head is already a little clearer.” Emma interjected. 

“I! Well… It is?”

“Yeah.” Emma admitted.

“Well, far as I care, that constitutes more than enough evidence to be at least a little more cautious, don't cha think?” 

“More than that.”

“Ok then, well at least we are on the same page.” Sam whispered silent prayers of thanks for even the slightest amount of progress as she set up plates for Alex and herself as well. “Because I’m not gonna baby you. Alex and I have plans today. I don't have the time to play hall cop, policing when you can and can't be with Maxwell.” 

“Understood.”

“Good, because I don't know what you did to talk Kara out of killing Max, and I’m afraid if you go feral too… nothing will ever convince her out of ending the issue before it spreads further.” 

“It wasn't me.”

“What?”

“At least I don't think it was me that talked her out of it?” Emma considered.

“Well, I can't imagine Maxwell did much talking.”

“No… he didn't.” Emma’s worry flooded back, ruining her appetite. “It was Lena.” 

“She made some actual headway?” Sam’s jaw dropped, her focus slipping from delivering food to her omega towards attempting to understand what had weighed Kara’s seemingly dead set opinion. 

“She stood in between Kara and killing my mate. She wouldn't give up, even when I did… she may have stepped aside but I’m pretty certain if Kara had gone to kill him Lena wouldn't have let her.” 

“Well doesn't that just sound exactly spot on the fucking nose just like the two of them.” Sam sipped at her coffee.

“I guess.” Emma looked down at her still overfilled plate, her appetite still ruined.

“Well, one way or another, I am glad everyone is safe for now.” 

“You don't think Kara made a mistake? That it was the right decision.” 

“You don't want my answer to that.” Sam brushed off, not necessarily excited about the prospect of telling the pack member that she thought it would be best if her mate were put down. 

“Why not?”

“You know exactly why not Emma.”

“Then why haven't you acted… You could have killed him while I slept.” 

“Just because I think it is a mistake to leave him alive doesn't mean I am strong enough to kill one of my own.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better.” Emma clawed her fork against the wood of the dining table, her anger needing some outlet.

“No, but knowing that I am being honest with you should yield at least some sliver of comfort.”

“Oh? Yes, I just couldn't feel any more comfortable unless I was in my damn pajamas; Oh wait! I am!”

“That your way of asking for some clothes to change into?” Samantha huffed, her sarcasm coming off far further towards assholishness than she had intended. 

“I think it’s time I go back downstairs and rest with my mate.”

“I’m sorry.” Sam announced, her anxious tone delivering just how honest her plea for forgiveness was.

“Yeah… Well sorry doesn't quite make up for wanting my mate dead.” 

“I don't want him dead!” Sam punched at the kitchen counter.

“Well, you certainly fucking fooled me.” Emma stood gruffly, her chair screeching unceremoniously. 

Sam grabbed at Emma’s wrist, immediately letting go, feeling the grab both an overreach and more controlling act than it was intended as. “I’m sorry. I don't mean it like that. I… You know Kara and I have both seen more than enough of feral wolves to know exactly the danger they pose to our whole family.”

“Ours? Or yours?” Emma shot back a cutting glare that relayed just how little she believed in the alpha’s ability to lead. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!”

“What comes first to you? Your pack? Or that omega curled up in your bed that’s been a wolf for all of a damn week and a half.”

“Alex is just as much a member of this pack as you or I!” 

“Yes, but do you see my mate as just as much a member of the pack as the three of us?”

“I! We don't even know if Max is still in there! No wolf has ever come back from going feral!” 

“I think I have my answer. Have a good time out with your HEALTHY  mate and child.” The wolf grabbed her plate and headed off towards her mate, needing to do something, anything to support and or care for him. 

“Emma!” Sam called out after the wolf, knowing it probably wasn't for the best to force the conversation to trudge onward against her pack members will. 

“Baby? Who's here? Who are you talking to? The bar shouldn't be open for another like seven hours at least?” Alex wiped the sand from her eyes drowsily. 

Sam’s heart sank, realizing that she had woken the mate she was so dead set on delivering a decadent breakfast in bed to stood in the hall. The omega was breathtaking, even coated in her morning grogginess. Her soft smile warmed the tense alpha’s heart. 

“What?” Alex was still rubbing her eyes, having a hard time seeing through her short bangs without her glasses or contacts. 

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed love.” Sam lamented the loss of opportunity to provide without Alex needing to get out of bed. However, there is a silver lining in all bad news; and the silver lining here was the so far from subtle beauty of her mate. Alex stood so nonchalant, a tank top hugging her curves and revealing the perfect amount of cleavage. Alex's tight pajama shorts were nothing to be ignored as well, the fabric illuminating her tight ass in such a way it was almost enough to make Sam happy that her mate had stumbled downstairs. Nothing of the omega's clothing was particularly showy and certainly not intentionally seductive. Samantha was, in fact, certain the clothes were simply whatever was closest to the bed as Alex got up. But maybe that was part of what made it so criminally breathtaking. That every inch of the omega's beauty was so unintentionally natural. 

“That doesn't quite explain you having arguments with a mysterious woman in the kitchen at seven am. Should I be worried?”

“You think I’m cheating.” Sam was startled from her deep introspective pondering of what exactly made Alex so beautiful. 

“Well, I didn't until you kept avoiding answering my questions.” 

“It was Emma.” 

“Emma? What brings her here?” 

“Do you remember Kara’s call from last night?”

“Uugh… I remember a call? I also remember falling asleep and the feeling of you touching me off into a serene slumber.” Alex purred, sauntering over to her alpha and wrapping her arms around the strong wolf. 

“Alpha.” Alex pressed her head into Sam's chest. 

“That's a girl. Come on, sit down… actually, wanna go surprise our baby girl with some breakfast in bed? We can all sit with her and eat up before our day at the zoo?” 

“Yeah, that sounds really nice. I'd like that very much love.” 

“Me too.” Sam kissed at Alex's forehead, purring back, happy to have her omega safe in her arms. 

“So… ummm… What brought Emma up here? She come to apologize for Maxwell acting like an ass? Picking all those fights, uugh, he needs to be put in his place.” Alex complained unaware as she tenderly rubbed her face against the soft sweater her mate wore. It was transcendent, the lush texture, her mate’s warmth, and that the fabric had become saturated in the alpha’s scent after years of loving use.

“No… Sadly, it's nothing so lighthearted. Not to mention, I’m not quite so sure that it is Maxwell’s fault that he started those fights.”

“Oh really? Then whose fault is it?” 

“No one's really. I… Maxwell has gone feral.”

“He what?!” 

“And he is in your basement.” 

“Oh god! I! But I thought it was wolf tradition to…” Alex trailed off, not liking the idea in the slightest. 

“It is. Your sister called last night, looking for permission to… put him down.” 

“No! Alpha or not! My baby sister won't become a killer! No! Not like… not like me. The answer is no! She isn't allowed.” Alex grabbed at Sam’s sweater, balling it up in her fists as she held back overwhelming and conflicted emotions.

“I! Alex… You aren't…” 

“Leslie may have been a vampire, but she is dead because of me. Eve’s progeny or not… she was relatively innocent in all this. Same for Maxwell! I don't care if he is feral or not! Or whether or not he can be an ass! He is innocent! I won't let Kara…” Alex found an unstable cadence, bursting out, then quieting, rinsing, and repeating.

“Shh, shh, shh. It is ok. She didn't, and she won't. Kara tried to, but Lena wouldn't let her. Apparently, she talked Kara out of it.” 

“Good! Now let me see my pack member. He needs to know the pack leaders are here for him! That we will find a solution! A cure! We will save him!” Alex released Sam’s sweater, moving to head downstairs, but Sam held her in place. 

“No.” Sam pulled Alex’s head back into her chest. “It isn't safe. Feral wolves… they can affect other wolves, potentially make them go feral too. I’m not taking that chance with you. As it is, I myself won't enter that room unless I have to.” 

“But!” Alex struggled, wanting to argue, but Sam’s scent lulled her back into some familiar form of tranquility.

“I’m sorry. But please don't push it. Don’t test this, it's too dangerous. If my asking you isn't enough, then avoid this for Ruby’s sake. She needs you.” Sam was softer, less of a demand this time, more a plea. 

“For Ruby.” Alex allowed, giving into an intrinsically omega urge; to allow her mate to calm and care for her. 

“We will find something.” Sam feigned confidence as she stroked down Alex’s neck and back. “He will be ok.”

“Thank you.” 

“Of course my girl. Now, how are you feeling? Are you ok? How is your healing going?”

“I’m still sore. But my everything feels a lot better.” 

“Good.” Sam kissed Alex’s cheek. “Very good.” 

“Ruby!” Alex’s eyes glimmered, excited to bring the young girl her breakfast and share a lax brunch with her before a day at the zoo. 

“Yes, grab a plate and a tray, I’ll grab the other two.” 

“Course love.” They headed off. 

End of Chapter 7