Chapter 36

***T.R's P.O.V.***

"The boy is dead, he killed him," Silvia spoke bitterly from behind me.

I turn to her with an impressed smile, "Good, less baggage for me to deal with later."

She scoffs cutely, then rolls her silver eyes at me. Which puts an even bigger grin on my face.

"You disapprove?" I asked, amused that she felt bad for the boy.

I see her grind her teeth together, then squinted those eyes at me, "You didn't have to send him to his death. You knew his intentions were to kill Amy, and you knew Christian would kill him."

I laughed, "This is rich coming from you Silvia. From the woman who has killed over hundreds of vampires and werewolves!? You chose now to feel sympathy for someone, and for a human no less! Ha!"

The silver in her eyes started to flicker bright and swirl around in anger, "The only reason why I'm working with you is to pay off my debt. Not to send adolescent boys to their graves!"

I tilted my head to the side and stared at her. Getting mesmerized by her beauty, I smiled and walked towards her. Towering over her, then raising my hand up to gently glide my fingers up her long neck. Stopping at her chin, I take that hand and lightly cup her chin.

"Speak to me like that again, and I'll cut that fucking tounge right out of your pretty little mouth," I growl lowly, bringing my face closer to her's while squeezing her jaw tighter; my nails slowly started to extend in her dark cheeks.

She moans lightly in pain, but manages to barely nod her head yes.

I retracted my claws before smiling, "Good, now go."

She vanishes into thin air, leaving me with my own thoughts.

Fucking witches, I'll be glad when I'm done using her. I walk to the glass double doors and opened them.

Walking out I look down at the pathetic humans from my hotel balcony, and sighed. Bringing my hand up to my face, I take a puff off of the cigarette laying between my two fingers.

I closed my eyes and sniffed the air around me, catching a whiff of someone delicious. I opened my eyes back up and looked down to see a small pale young girl with red short hair. She looked dirty and very tired, she didn't look no older than 10.

Perfect.

Her clothes were all worn out and ragged looking, my mouth pulled up into a sinister smile. In no time, I was already down the stairs and through the hotel lobby doors.

It was very easy for me to find her again, her scent was overwhelming and so rich I could taste it on my teeth. Like all of the other children's as well. But it wasn't just that, you could loudly hear the small child digging around in the green trash bin across the street. I carefully make my way towards her.

"Hello," I greeted kindly.

She gasped in surprise and spins around fast, dropping the already half eaten bread in her hands. Her white freckled cheeks turned red as her hair and she looks around for an exit.

I laugh softly at her, careful not to show her any of the sharp fangs in my mouth. They were just itching to sink themselves into that small innocent neck of her's. Itching, to taste the purity of her blood on them.

I carefully lick my lips in hunger. She started to take off in the opposite direction.

"Are you hungry?" I asked in a more friendlier tone.

She stops and stares blankly at me, her innocent eyes were filling with all sorts of questions for me. But after a minute or so, she nods.

"Well I have a whole feast back at my house, with all sorts of food. Anything you want and could think of. Would you like to come back to my place and have some food with me?" I asked.

Her brows creased together before she started to look around us, "Umm, I-I-I'm supposed to be at home right now."

I put on a fake frown, "Well where do you live? I'll walk you home, it's not right for a little girl to be out digging around through the trash at this time of night."

Her green eyes widened, obviously not thinking that far ahead, "I-I..... I actually don't have...a home," she told, slowly looking down to the ground, embarrassed.

I smiled more and held out my hand to her, "Of course you don't darling, but from now on you will."

She looked at my hand hesitantly, biting her lip in the process. Her stomach growls angrily in hunger, demanding for food.

"I don't bite," I assured her.

Not yet, at least.

She pressed her lips together to form a thin line, then looks back up at me, "Do...do you have chocolate cake?"

I wanted to laugh at this foolish little girl, but instead I nod and say, "I have chocolate cake, ice cream, and anything else your little heart desires."

Her eyes shined with excitement, but then her brows creased together in concern, "Can my younger brothers come to?"

"Yes invite them all," I tell her happily, "the more the merrier!"

She giggles and then she slowly puts her hand in mine, unknowingly letting me lead her into a world full of darkness.

We make it back to my place with her and her two other brothers in hand.

"Jarard!" I call for, closing the front door once everyone was inside.

One of the older short scrawny teenage boys with black hair came around the corner.

"Alpha," he greeted, bowing his head down in respect.

"Take these three children, feed them, wash them, and put some new clothes on them. When they're done, let sleep," I ordered him.

Cause tomorrow will be a painful day for them when I turn them. I need them to have as much strength and sleep as they can get. It'll help them turn.

And this will help me with numbers, I need more numbers.

**The Next Day**

***Amy's P.O.V.***

"You sure you're good? You don't want anything or for me to-"

I cover Chris's mouth with a my hand to silence him and laughed.

"Christian I'm fine, for the 12th time in the last five minutes," I tell him with another laugh.

We were standing next to his car outside his pack's clinc. He offered to  take me home this morning, he is really too sweet with me at times. Almost makes me not want to go back home and just spend the rest of the day with him.

He chuckles and pulls my hand off of his mouth, then locking eyes with me. He slowly brings the back of my hand up to his lips, kissing it.

This cracker is really wanting me to take his sexy ass in the back of this car. I swear, I'll bust open all of my stitches and not have a single regret!

"I just worry about you Princess, is that a crime?" He asked with a breathtaking sideways grin.

Yes! Yes it is a crime! 

"Nope," I end up saying, looking down at the ground, hiding my blush.

I hear him chuckle as he opens the passengers side door for me. Then carefully helping me in the car. He beats me to the seatbelt and buckles me up. Laughing again at the frown on my face, and then leans in to kiss my forehead softly.

He pulls back and closes my door before going around the car and getting in himself.

I leaned my head back to the seat and closed my eyes tight as a sharp pain shot through my stomach. At least the pain is not as bad as yesterday though.

Not even a five minute drive later we come to a stop. Confused, I open my eyes back up to see that we were still on his pack land. In front of a small blue and white house.



(The House ☝) (Yes I know, I'm lazy and don't want to describe it. Don't judge.)

"Who's place is this?" I asked him, continuing to look at the adorable little house, and the newer model vehicle parked right next to it.

"Are you in a hurry Princess?" I hear him ask me.

I turn my head back to him I could see that he looked oddly nervous. I smiled and shook my head no.

He smiles and comes around the car to help me out.

"Do you like it?" He asked me, shutting my car door, then leads me up to the front door.

"Well I guess it would have to depend on what the inside looks like," I teased, then smiled and nudged his shoulder with mine when a look of fear crossed his face.

"Just kidding," I say with a light laugh, "It's beautiful, but it looks pretty small for a pack house."

He lets out an adorable nervous laugh at my horrible joke. Making me smile at the sound.

"Why? Is this going to be your new place 'Alpha',"  I say the word alpha in a low and cocky way.

He smiles and pulls out a key with a little fuzzy purple keychain heart attached to it.

"I like that keychain 'Alpha'," I tease some more with a smirk.

He pressed his lips down into a thin line as the corner of it lifted up into a smirk, then chuckling he opens the door.

Holding the door open for me, he gestures for me to go in first. Walking in I take a look around the place, it looked comfy, like home.

Fully furnished in a family modern day type of way. It was adorable.

I walk up to the grey couch and run my fingers over the soft white throw blanket that laid across the top of it. I then strolled into the hallway where I knew the bedrooms were, Christian was following me. Watching my reaction nervously.

The first door I came to was on the left. It had the name Ian in animal letters hanging on the door, I turn to Chris.

"What is this?" I asked him, pointing to the letters.

He rubs the back of his neck and gives me a warm smile, "Why don't you take a look Princess."

I raised my brow at him before turning back around and opening the door. My mouth drops damn near to the ground in shock. I walked into the bedroom, looking around the room set up for a small boy. With a small blue bed with a race car bedspread and small teddy bear sitting ontop of the pillow.

"I'm guessing you found a family for Ian?" I asked, a little bit disappointed that I won't be seeing him like I use to.

"You could say that," was all he said.

It's weird, I've practically raised that kid. I remembered when Mr.Rogers came home with him, I was 16 years old and was also a new kid in the house. But he immediately handed Ian over to me, expecting me to already know what to do and how to handle well... a baby.

I remember him handing Ian over wrapped in a dirty ragged clothes and a blanket. Said that Dhs just picked him up.

"Who are his new parents?" I asked, turning to look at Chris.

He smiles and comes to stand behind me and removed the hair from my right shoulder. Leaning down to his mark, almost making my knees give out from what I was feeling from it.

But ignoring my question, he pulls me out of Ians room and down the hallway to another door.

What is this little cracker doing?

"Mmm. Are you trying to show me your sexy red play room Christian Grey?" I teased, earning me another warm hearted laugh from him.

He opens the with a cocky smile that made my heart swell, "Calm down there Princess. I don't think you're in any type of condition for that play room just yet," he says with a wink.

I shrug my shoulders and walked passed him into the room.

But not before saying, "Your loss pal, just so you know. My safe word's, are 'keep going'."

Good god bitch! You just got out of the hospital and you're already trying too hard to jump his bones! Let's get our hormones in order woman!

He raises a brow at me. My eyes widened and heat filled up my cheeks. I turn my head to see a very nice, and very comfy looking bed in the middle of the room. The comforter was a pretty shade of purple and brown mix. The room looked to be a womans room.

"Christian why am I in someone else's ro-" my voice drifted off as I look at him with a paper and pin in hand, "What are you doing?"

He walks up to me and hands me the papers and pen. I give him a confused look before looking down at the papers.

They're adoption papers, for Ian, and I could see that my name was printed in the papers. Saying that he was mine.

My mouth drops and I look back up, but before I could say anything to him, Christian spoke.

"Trust me Princess I've thought long and hard about this. And I know we're young and still in highschool. But I know how much he means to you Princess, so I tried to think of a good place for him, a place that I know he'll be loved and cared for like I know you would want him to be. But nobody I thought of was good enough. Then someone special came into mind, that someone is .... is well..you," he says the end quietly while looking down at the ground.

That's it! When I get up there God or moon goddess or whoever you are! I am so, fighting you!

How could you possibly create someone like him!? For the thousandth time! You couldn't have just gave him a fucked up hairline or something!? Ugh!

At my silence, Christian started to panic, "I'm not trying to force you to do anything Princess. But I just th-"

"I feel like you're fucking with me right now," I tell him in disbelief.

Cause I mean come on! Nobody does shit like this! This is unheard of, this is crazy!

This time it was his turn to look confused, "What do you mean?"

I snorted and looked around the cute house, "Christian this is too much, you're giving me too much and I have nothing to give you in return," I groaned in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair, blowing out hot breath, "You don't have to keep doing things like this for me. Why would you get me this!?" I asked him, gesturing towards the whole house.

I wasn't mad or anything, it's just, ugh! Why would he spend his money on me like this! This must've costed him a lot! And I am broke, I would classify myself as poor. I can't do anything for him like this!

He smiles and comes up to me with a serious look, he wasn't playing around, "Do you like it?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Well yes but-"

"Would you stay in it with Ian?" He asked, cutting me off.

I huffed, "You know I would Christian,  but you didn't have to go all out li-"

He cuts me off with a soft light kiss, gently tangling his fingers through my hair to bring me closer, deeping the kiss a little.

I was dazed from the kiss when he pulls back.

He leans his forehead against mine and spoke in a low voice, "You are my mate Amy, I will do anything for you. This house is nothing, just something to keep you closer to me so I can protect my family. So quit being stubborn and let me take care of what's mine."

I look up with his hand still on the back of my head, keeping me close. I really don't think my heart can beat any faster. I fill like I'm gonna faint.

This can't be happening, this isn't real!

"Ok," I found myself saying, completely against my will!