The Alpha Calls Me Kitten

Chapter Twenty-Five: Ain't No Kitten Bitch

I couldn't help but smile a little more each day. Mainly to myself. I could sense myself becoming stronger. My wounds were healing faster and my once broken arm was now completely recovered after a week. It won't be long until my wolf comes back, hopefully.

I smiled down at the small human lying between Greyson and I. They both looked so much alike. I ran my hand through his short, dark brown hair as he stirred slightly. I prayed that Riley wouldn't wake up because I liked how close we all were. Made me feel kinda safe.

His hand slowly crept its way to my hand and held it tightly.

"Mumma," he mumbled in his sleep. I chuckled and shook my head. Greyson rolled over to face me and wrapped his large arm around Riley's tiny body. He pulled Riley closer to him as he hushed Riley back to sleep.

I knew I should go back to bed, but watching them both just brought some sort of happiness to me.

Riley wanted to stay the last night Greyson and I were here with us, so we rented a movie and dozed off in Greyson's room.

It was around five in the morning and I couldn't help but think that if Greyson hadn't pulled me out of school and made me go cyber then I'd be getting up right now. A frown graced my features but quickly faded away as Riley tugged on my hand so id be closer to the both of them.

I scootched closer to Riley. To my suprise, Greyson's buff arm wrapped itself around me and squished Riley and I together.

I sighed knowing there was no way I was getting out of here and decided to just go to sleep.

I woke up hearing the loud clattering of pans and yelling. My body jolted up as I ran out of the room and to the kitchen, ignoring my crappy sweatpants and sweatshirt I had slept in as I did.

Ignoring the elevator, I immediatley ran for the steps taking two at a time. I was praying to god that I wasn't going to walk in on someone being beaten with a frying pan.

As I got closer to the kitchen, the muffled screams became clearer.

"Shut the hell up, Ashton!" I heard a voice I knew all too well scream.

"Kare, just listen!" My brother yelled back in a more begging tone. Loud clanging of pans started to occur as Karissa started screaming.

"I don't want to know!" Her voice screamed louder as the pans clanged together louder. I ran into the kitchen to see her holding a pan and a spoon above her head, and Ashton holding a game piece from monopoly in his hand.

"It's just a game." He tried to reason. "Here take the damn ten back." He said holding out the monopoly money to her.

"It doesn't work like that! Why'd you buy that spot?" She yelled as she pointed the wooden spoon and him.

"I didn't think it'd matter, to be quite honest." He answered back. She let out a loud groan and angrily threw the spoon at Ashton. He caught it, but then Karissa quickly ran over to the game and swiped everything off of the table.

Before I could say anything, Ashton stood up and ran a hand through his brown hair.

"Fine, I'll leave." He said angrily and left. Karissa plopped down in a chair as the pan fell from her hands. She huffed and laid her head in her arms. I quietly walked over to her and stroked her back.

"Ashton, I swear to god-" she said as she whipped her head around, but stopped once she saw me. "Oh shit. Hey." She said as she turned back around.

"Got an issue?" I asked as I sat in the chair next to her. She sighed and dragged the palms of her hands down her face.

"Yeah. I haven't been sleeping well, lately." She said monotonously. I raised an eyebrow at her.