Soulmate Of A True Alpha
Scene 11

He bows his head. I go over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

Me: Is something wrong?

He’s mumbling so low I can’t understand him.

Me: What?

He raises his head, this time sure of himself, and looks me in the eye.

Stiles: Do you love him?

Me: No, of course not! I don’t even know him and how could I even like him after what’s just happened?!!?

I can see him smiling but he’s trying to hide it, which is strange. There’s a slightly awkward silence between us until he speaks.

Stiles: Hannah, would you…

Lydia: There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!

Alison: Yeah, we really need Hannah!

I turn to Stiles who looks a bit disappointed.

Stiles: It’s OK, we’ll talk another time…

I smile gently at her and go to join the girls in the art room. Alison thought Lydia might be able to find the second key using her magic.

30 minutes later

Lydia’s still trying to find a clue by letting her powers go on a painting but she keeps losing focus. She was about to write something down but my phone beeps and she growls.

Lydia: Turn that damn phone off!

Me: Sorry…

I look at the message.

[Stiles: Liam’s friend Mason says Garret paid Demarco the night of the party, we think he has something to do with hit men] [Me: Okay keep me posted! K**s!] [Stiles: 😉 ]

I close my phone and put it in my pocket. Meanwhile Lydia had stopped drawing.

Alison: So what do we do now?

The bell rings.

Me: Well, we go to class!

They smile and we go to get our exercise books.

After class

We’re all in the saddle trying to find the best way to stop Gerret from killing someone, and I have to admit I’m desperate.

Kire: What if we mess up the metch?

Scott: No, that’s the best way to get it mein dens dry.

Stiles: But what if he’s found with the seng-stained breasts of one of his victims?!!?

Me: The seng of one of the people here in pessent! I’m telling you, we’re practically all on it and we could all die tonight!

I’m massaging my temples. It’s all too much. My pupils, my wife and myself are in mortal danger. It’s all too much! I get out of the saddle and slide against a tree so that my bottom touches the ground. Stiles joins me and I smile gently at him.

Stiles: You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be. Are you?

Me: Yes, I am, but I want to help you! I really do! But it’s all so complicated!

I rest my head in the hollow of his neck and sigh. I feel his breath on the back of my neck and I smile. I feel so good next to him. As if the world didn’t exist any more. That the earth exists only for the two of us and that I can achieve the impossible with him. I hope he loves another…

Pdv Stiles

I look at Henneh, whose head is resting on the back of my neck and who seems to be thinking, his eyes closed. Her lips barely move, as if she’s whispering, but no sound comes out of her mouth. Henneh is so beautiful. In everything she does, she’s perfect. She’s so sure of herself but at the same time so discreet and discreet, which makes her so adorable. From the first day I saw her, I fell in love with her.

Fleshbeck at 5 years old

Scott and I are playing a game of bells in the backyard of our gerderie. Henneh is in her corner, braiding her friends’ hair. I smile. She’s so cute with her two long plaits around her head that I don’t even thank her when Scott throws me a bellon and it hits me in the face. I fall on the hard, burning spelt. All the other children come around me, especially Henneh who does everything she can to come and sit next to me.

We’re all in a classroom trying to come up with the best plan to stop Garret from killing people and I have to admit I’m exasperated.

Kira: Why don’t we cancel the match?

Scott: No, that’s the best way to catch him red-handed.

Stiles: Yeah, but what if he’s found with the b***d of one of his victims on his hands?!!?

Me: The b***d of one of the people here, by the way! I’m telling you, we’re practically all on it and we could die tonight!

I’m massaging my temples . This is all too much. My friends, my family and myself are in mortal danger. It’s just too much! I leave the classroom and slide against a locker before my bottom hits the floor. Stiles joins me and I smile softly.

Stiles: You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be. Do you even know?

Me: Yes, I know, but I want to help you! I really do! But it’s all so complicated!

I rest my head in the hollow of his neck and sigh. I feel his warm breath caress the back of my neck and I smile. It feels so good to be with him. As if the world didn’t exist any more. That the world was just for us and that I could achieve the impossible with him. It’s a shame he loves someone else…

Pdv Stiles

I look at Hannah, whose head is resting on the back of my neck and who seems to be thinking, her eyes closed. Her lips are barely moving, as if she’s whispering, but no sound is coming out of her mouth. Hannah is so beautiful. In everything she does, she’s perfect. She’s so confident but at the same time so fragile and discreet, which makes her so adorable. From the first day I saw her, I fell under her spell.

Flashback to the age of 5

Scott and I are playing a game of ball in the playground at our day nursery. Hannah is in her corner, braiding her friends’ hair. I smile. She looks so cute with her two long braids down her head that I don’t notice Scott throwing a ball at me and it hits me right in the face. I fall onto the hard, hot asphalt. All the other children come around me, especially Hannah who does everything she can to come forward and land next to me.

Hannah: Are you all right, Stilous?

I smile. How could I not fall for her after that? I nod and she picks up the same ball before walking over to her brother and throwing it at him.

Hannah: Revenge! For Stiles!

Everyone else and the three of us laugh and bicker like the three terrorists we used to be.

End of Flashback

We get to our feet as the door opens on the whole pack.

Kira: We’re going to stop the match.

Later on

Scott: Coach, you have to stop the match!

Coach: McCall, I’ve never forfeited a match and I’m not going to start now! Have I made myself clear!

He bows his head. He’s run out of arguments. Hannah seems to be thinking and speaks.

Hannah: Coach, Liam, who really is your best player, still hasn’t recovered and it’s obvious that Scott and Stiles, your second best players, are far too stressed to perform. I know you really value your reputation as someone who never gives up, you risk being royally humiliated by an imminent defeat… Do you really want to risk that happening?

He was about to reply but Hannah really left him speechless. Until Liam came running up in front of us and stopped in front of the coach.

Liam: So? We’re playing tonight!

Coach smiles and I slap my forehead. I’m really going to kill that kid.