Page 70 of Possessive Alpha

And in my head, Ty’s words circle around and around, making it impossible to keep the tears at bay for long.

“I want you to tell me the things in your heart because you can trust me to keep those things safe. Like I’d keep you safe.”

He meant them.

He truly meant them, and the more I think of what he said, the more I want to drop my bag and crawl back into his bed.

Clara keeps falling behind as we make our way down the back porch and toward the patch of grass near the trees where we all park our cars.

I keep fighting with this stupid bag, which is so light. I’ve probably left half my clothes behind.

Then I realize Clara has stopped completely.

“You don’t want to leave at all, do you?” she calls softly after me as the faintest hint of sun peeks between the trees.

I stare at that tiny hint of sun, and I remember sitting in the forest beside Ty and the weight of his arm around me.

When I’m with him, I stop being the Martha who worries and worries, who is always thinking about all the things that could go wrong and how I could fix them.

I’m just Martha with him. And everything feels like it’s going to be okay, like I’m silly for worrying about a single thing because how could things not work out?

I turn around and meet Clara’s eyes, knowing mine are filling with tears as I shake my head.

Her jaw hardens and she nods. “So we’ll just?—”

A furious roar erupts from the house.

I whip my head toward it. I’ve heard that roar once. Back in the cave when Ty came after me and tore out Cody’s throat. Lights flick on, one by one, as the furious wolf roar rips everyone from sleep.

“Martha?” Clara frowns. “What do you think that was?”

I drop my bag and sprint up the porch and into the house. “Stay here.”

Footsteps pound after me. “Like hell I am. What is it?”

I briefly debate stopping to argue with her but decide Ty needs me more.

I gallop up the stairs as doors above us creak open. “Ty has nightmares. He fell in a well once, and he was in a cave and I think?—”

Another roar rings out. This one accompanied by yells, footsteps on the stairs, and Jackson’s firm order for everyone to stay in their room.

I abandon explaining to Clara how I think I’m the reason Ty might have had a terrible nightmare and shifted. He said he doesn’t always know what he’s doing in them, so does he know he’s shifted or is it his wolf trapped in a nightmare?

It doesn’t matter.

He saved me from that dark cave and it triggered more nightmares.

I have to help him.

I sprint up the stairs and take in the packmates who have ignored Jackson’s order to stay in their rooms. They hover in the hallway, in pjs and nightshirts, murmuring about what could be wrong with Ty.

I elbow my way through the huddle until I reach Ty’s door. It’s rude, but Ty is hurting and I don’t have time to wait for people to get out of my way.

Jackson is standing outside Ty’s closed door, Regan rubbing sleep from her eyes as she stands beside him, getting ready to turn the knob.

“Let me go,” I burst.

Both swing to face me and frown. Seeing where this is going, I close the distance between us. “I want to see if he’s okay.”

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