The Alpha's Christmas Miracle

His breathing was shallow his soul was at war. The man standing beside his bed was no longer the Alpha of his pack. He was a father who was about to lose his son. The Long Road was calling him to his mate, his Destiny. The Alpha was as old as time itself. He had never lost a child despite his advanced years. He would not lose Rhys the future leader of his pack, more than that he was his son.

A lie was told in order to save his son. He could not live if his son died. He did as any good father would he used whatever means necessary to save his son.

The gray at his sons temple was receding. His breathing was still shallow but improving. His son now had a chance to claim his mate, to keep his soul anchored to this life.

The Alpha looked over at the woman he adored, his mate. She held their son to the earth with a mother’s love. She called his spirit back giving birth to him over and over again. She was not pleased with the mate the gods has given her son. She would rain hell on her until she was satisfied that he was happy.

He watched as she touched his brow the color in his checks returning slowly. She was tender with their son while harsh with him for not demanding his mates return. She would forever hold against him the near death of their son. As he watched her his wolf called her to him.

The command came forth “Come to me now mate” her feet moved across the floor as she answered the Alpha her Alpha .The look on her face promised retribution. His need for her called out to her more than words could ever say. He rarely used the command on her. Tonight as their son’s essence made its way back to his body the beast in him demanded he claim what was his.

The Alpha grabbed her hand and kissed it as a way of asking forgiveness. She petted his head standing on tip toes to caress his lips with hers. Their lips touched the need to claim what was his raged as he ran his hand through her hair, thier tongues dueling.

The door opened and Destiny appeared. Tightening his grip on his mate, he pulled her close shielding the child so she would come to no harm. His mate hissed and clawed but he was the stronger of the two. She could not hurt their sons' mate he would die if she did. Destiny was his sons savior. No harm would come to her this night.

Kneeling next to his bed she kissed his forehead and touched his brow. His breathing soon matched his. Slowly tears of crystal began to fall from her eyes. Like the snow falling outside her tears began to blanket Rhys and cover his body.

Bathe in the tears of his mate Rhys raised his hand and touched her hair. Smoothing it down as crystal tears continued to fall from her eyes.

Watching, the Alpha knew his son would live for this woman. She was his Destiny. Pulling his mate closer he knew the child would not be forgiven as easily by the mother whose love saved her child. The child would have to prove herself worthy. Rhys mother would be unforgiving.

“Mother” his voice was a whisper but his mate heard it with a mothers ears. Breaking his hold something she never did before she went to her son.

“Yes, Rhys”

“Mother, I want you to protect and care for my mate until I heal”.

Smiling the Alpha knew his son was the right choice to take control of the pack. Rhys was smart and conning he was protecting his mate with the one women who could hurt her the most. His mother would do no other than what her beloved son asked.

“Mother promise me you will take care of my mate. I cannot heal if she is not safe. Promise me.”

The Alpha felt the conflict in his mate. She loved Rhys and she hated the young one. Looking over at the young one she snarled. Destiny had almost cost her a child and she would have her revenge.

“Mother, please for me” Rhys asked again using the strength of his mates tears. Strengthen their connection as Destiny fell into a deep sleep her tears still falling. Rhys could feel his soul returning slowly.

Smoothing his mates’ hair again Rhys slowly kissed her forehead as his mother snarled again.

“Mother she is young she does not understand our ways. If you blame anyone blame me. I let her go. She is back now she will stay”

Snarling again his mother’s struggle was on her face. The rage, the love, the hope, the fear, she’d almost lost him. She had suffered as the young one should.

“Mother she is mine, she is my Christmas miracle. If she lives, I live, if she is harmed, I am harmed, if she dies I die.” Baring his mates neck his mother saw his mark .

Preparing to snarl again his mother stopped. The mark tied this woman’s life to her son.

“This day let us celebrate the miracle of my life, rebirth”

The struggle was over a mother’s love won as her son knew it would. She would protect the young one with her life until her son was better. Then all hell would break out.