Alpha Isaiah

¬Isaiah

 I stare at the drink in my hand, swirling the red liquid around the glass. The room is silent, aside from the faint snap of burning wood from the fireplace, and the growl of thunder above me. It's late, nearing on midnight, yet I still sit in my office.

There's no way I'm going to my bedroom, with everything that's going on. I will sit in this chair until exhaustion hits, and that will be my night. A knock on my door, followed by it being open rouses me fully. One of my guards leans in, a concerned expression etched into his otherwise serious face. "My hours for work have passed," I mutter, turning my gaze back to the fire, watching it glow threateningly. If I have to deal with another Alpha like duty tonight, I might just rip my hair out. It's always the same, mindless, endless work. The guard clears his throat.

 "Sir, I just came to alert you that an unauthorised person has entered the property." I regard him tiredly.

"Have the guards at the gate not dealt with it?" With all the rebellions going on, I've had little time to deal with other trivial matters an Alpha would typically find common. We have been successful so far, in ensuring no rebellion gets above a march, a riot...a plan. I have spies everywhere, digging out even the darkest groups conspiring against me. None will ever be successful.

 "We haven't received comments yet, but it must be important. They just let them in," he mutters, looking as confused as I am beginning to feel. The guards at the gate are some of my most proficient. They would never let someone inside without authorisation.

 "Odd. I'll be out in a moment," I mutter vacantly. The moment he closes the door, I sigh, standing on my wary legs. I haven't moved from my desk all day, so admittedly, this is somewhat exciting. It could just be a late delivery, yet I can't help the strange feeling that overcomes me. Walking out of my office and to the foyer, a few guards are scattered around, looking through the windows with apprehensive expressions. I eye the weapons at their hips, slung over their shoulders, ready for any retaliation. It was my father who demanded this much personal protection.

As if being a powerful Alpha is not enough. Stepping to the window, I look past the tendrils of rain which skim down the window, trying to see past the glare on the light against the glass.

"I don't see anything. It's dark and raining. It must just be a staff members family, which is none of my concern."

 A sharp knock on the door echoes across the vaulted ceilings.

"It's okay Alpha, I'll deal with it," one of my guards remarks warily, meeting my gaze. I shift my attention to the door, as if I can see beyond it. For whatever reason, I'm compelled to open it.

"No, allow me," I affirm, stepping forward to pull it toward me. A figure is sitting at the doorstep, hunched over. It takes me a moment to realise it's a girl, her dark hair plastered against her neck, clothing the same colour as the ebony night. She's hugging her legs, drenched in rain and shivering. My breath hitches in her throat, as she looks up at me, eyes almost too large for her face, lips void of colour.

"Please....help me," she whispers.

 "What's wrong? Are you injured?" I ask. Hunching down, I examine her. Her foot is stuck out in front of her, like she is favouring it. She's shaking almost uncontrollably, teeth chattering violently to the point I nearly wince. I can feel the presence of my guards behind me, ready to strike if she becomes a threat. But by the looks of it, she's just an injured girl in need of our help.

"My ankle, it's hurt," she shudders. Her eyes are red and swollen, like she's been crying. I reach out, wanting to touch her, but I hesitate. I don't want to freak her out, and by the looks of it, she's wary of me.

 "Someone get her a towel. Now," I demand over my shoulder.

 "I'm so sorry, I saw lights and the vehicle I was travelling in broke down and I just..." she claims, suddenly flustered.