The Forbidden Alpha

Adea

Knock knock knock.

I’ve been pounding on Gabe’s door for a good 10 minutes. My patience is wearing thin and I’m so close to getting pissed. A scary thought crosses my mind and instead, worry floods my chest.

Knock knock knock knock.

Damn it, Gabe. It was my idea to have drinks last night to try and help him relax even for just a couple of hours. A couple of hours turned into four, which turned into six and he ended up crying his heart out and I cried with him. I missed Ethan and I let my emotions run wild as we threw back our drinks.

Out of respect for our mates, he went back to his room, which I totally agree with. I wouldn’t want to upset Olivia. And Ethan… a shudder runs down my back as I think of what Ethan would do if he knew I spent the night with Gabe while he was gone. In our bed. Oh, Goddess no.

Yeah, that totally wouldn’t have gone over well. As much as I’d love to rile him up and suffer the delicious consequences, I wouldn’t want him to think he has something to worry about between Gabe and me.

I know what’s too far and even though I love Gabe as if he were blood, our mates would not appreciate us sleeping together. A sound drags me from my thoughts and I let out a breath of relief when a disgruntled Gabe opens the door.

He’s got on the same shorts from last night, he’s got bags under his eyes. His hair is matted, and I have a suspicion the liquid on his shirt is vomit. Gross.

“Holy shit Gabe. You look… like… well shit,” I say with a worried laugh.

“Oh, thanks,” Gabe smiles. “Hello to you too,” he says weakly. Leaning his head on the door he closed his eyes. “I have the WORST hangover. I’m dying here,” he groaned.

Taking pity on him I reach out and he leans on me and I hold onto his waist as we walk into the poorly lit room. I’ve never been in Gabe and Olivia’s room but even with all the lights off I know it’s got beautiful furniture and I make a note for later to check out the paintings hanging on the walls.

“I feel like a vampire but I need the lights off,” he grunts. “If you turn them on I’ll shatter into a million pieces,” he threatens.

“You’re so dramatic, I swear,” I say and roll my eyes. “I won’t turn the lights on, scouts honor,” I say and hold up my hand. I don’t know how they swear their oaths but it goes something like this.

My head is dangerously close to the pink stuff on his shirt and I try to inch my head away from his chest without being too obvious. He drops down and the shirt presses against my cheek and the smell enters my nostrils and my suspicions are confirmed that it’s vomit.

“Eww Gabe, what is that?!” I groan. “It smells disgusting!” I yell and try to wipe it off of my face.

Gabe groans, “Ady, please PLEASE yell quietly.”

“Okay okay,” I whisper yell. “Whatever. Let’s take you to the shower, come on,” I slowly lead him to the bathroom door and sit him on the bench in the shower. I swipe at my face and get the rest of the stuff off when Gabe lunges and grips the toilet bowl for dear life as he empties the contents of his stomach.

Walking up behind him, I pat and rub gentle circles on his back. I wait until he finishes before I haul him back onto the shower bench. When I’m sure he won’t fall over I wash my hands with soap.

He leans his head against the tiles, his blonde hair damp against his forehead. I help him pull his shirt off and turn on the water to cold. Gabe jerks away and screeches like a banshee, “Oh, my fucking Goddess! Ady that’s cold as balls!”

I grab him and pull him back under the water. I can’t help but laugh. “It’s morning. It’ll wash away the hangover and wake you up for breakfast,” I tell him.

“You can’t honestly expect me to eat something right now can you?” He asks, shocked that I would even think of feeding him. “You literally watched me a second ago throw up into that toilet,” he says and points at the toilet.

“Yes, I know. I saw,” I laugh, “but you need something in your stomach and I’m not going to let you stay in this room all day today.” I grab the shampoo and squirt some into my hand.

“He’s always looked out for us and taken care of us when he could,” Kor tells me. “It’s our turn to take care of him,” she tells me.

“Always,” I confirm.

I lather the clump of shampoo in my hand with water and drag my fingers through his hair. Swiping at the hair stuck on his forehead, Gabe slumps and closes his eyes.

He sits still and lets me take care of him. Tears drip out from the corner of his eyes but I say nothing as I continue my task. When I’m done I rinse out his hair and step back.

“Now take off the rest of your clothes. I’ll let you finish up so don’t take too long.”

Gabe sits silently.

“I’ll get your clothes ready so come out soon,” I warn him.

Gabe nods and I turn to leave when a warm hand reaches out and clasped onto my hand. I looked back to find him staring up at me. I saw a sadness in his eyes I knew I couldn’t lessen.

“Thank you, Ady,” he whispered. “If I didn’t have you here with me,” he chokes.. Gabe shakes his head and looks back at me, “I’m thankful to have you in my life, sis.”