Runaway From The Alpha

Dylan's POV

I woke up from the heat. Obviously, it was winter when I felt hot all over. I uneasily opened my eyes, then...

I was stunned.

Where is this? Why am I lying here?

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist. Goosebumps all over my body surfaced. I instinctively wanted to push that arm away but the person's strength was too great, I had no way to escape. The man leaned close to me, his hot breath hitting my ear making me shiver.

"Don't move, Dylan! I was so tired last night that it was past midnight. It's still early, you should sleep a little longer!"

This voice is all too familiar. Even if I die, I will recognize whose voice this is. I kicked the other man with all my might. He immediately fell onto the bed. The sound was heavy, and just listening to me makes me feel pain.

"Bernie, why are you lying on my bed?" I said boldly, the whole room was closed with curtains, and there was no light. I could only see the shadow of a man on the floor.

"Damn it!" Bernie let out a growl, then yelled, "Dylan, what the hell are you doing?"

Bernie had just finished speaking when I heard a switch flip, and I glared at the angry man. Although I hate him very much, I still have to admit that Bernie has very good-looking. More long brown hair, very romantic, sometimes Bernie will tie his hair up.

I don't know if I'm hallucinating but I feel like Bernie's hair is much longer than the last time I saw him. Moreover, as soon as the room lights came on, I realized, this is not my home at all. Suddenly, my spine went cold. How did Bernie get me here without a sound?

"Why, why am I here? Bernie, what did you end up doing to me?" I growled like I was trying to hide my fear.

Bernie frowned. He straightened up, then pressed his face close to mine: "Dylan, what are you mad about again?"

Instinctively, I took a step back, but I was already lying on the edge of the bed, backing up meant I would fall to the ground. Bernie hastily reached out his hand and he forcefully pulled me towards him. As soon as my face hit Bernie's hard chest, I heard his quick heartbeat.

"Dylan, stop messing around!" Bernie gritted his teeth, angry that he wanted to swing his hand at me. "I didn't take care of you before, but now you're pregnant. You can't continue to be naughty like before!"

Being hugged by Bernie, I'm still in shock, I've heard more horrifying news. Am I pregnant? What the hell is Bernie talking about?

A man like me is pregnant? My eyes widened in fear, I resisted trying to push him away but I couldn't. Then I heard Bernie sigh: "Dylan, can you sleep a little longer? Otherwise, your body won't be able to handle it!"

Bernie's voice trails off, and he pulls me down beside me while I'm still in shock. What Bernie said, I don't understand at all. Since when did he and I become so close? My brain felt like it was empty, no matter how much I searched, I couldn't remember it.

Soft breathing sounded in my ears, I knew Bernie was asleep so I pushed his hand away, then sat up. The night light was still shining softly, and now I was in the mood to look at the room. This is the typical bedroom of a couple in love. I turned around and got out of bed in confusion.

My gaze fell on the picture on the nightstand, scaring me even more, the contents of the photo. Bernie and I were face to face, almost lip to lip. In my eyes and he both carry passionate love. I slipped and sat down on the edge of the bed again. That couldn't be me!

I held my forehead, shaking my head in disbelief. Then as confirmation, I picked up the photo. I in the photo is not much different from me in memory. Still, with my neatly cut red hair, I'm wearing a white suit of the same style as Bernie's. In the photo, there is very bright text.

Bernie White & Dylan Clark.

2021/06/18.

I froze. Isn't this year just 2019? Why is the year 2021 in the photo? I felt a strange contradiction between my memory and this world. My right hand was placed on my chest, and my heart was still beating according to the rules. I put the photo down on the table, my eyes extremely complicated.

Some daring thoughts kept running through my head, I'm in another world, or I've lost my memories of these years. I hold my head, panting. It's so bad that things are slowly getting out of control.

Suddenly, I remembered what Bernie said. He said I was pregnant?

I rolled my eyes. Yes, Bernie said I was pregnant! How could something like that happen? Am I still a man? That damned thought suddenly appeared, and I frantically touched my bottom.

"Phew, lucky!"

I whispered, luckily, I am still a man!

I tap my head once, then look for my cell phone. My routine is the same as before. My phone will be on airplane mode and under the pillow. Just as I thought, I found my phone. Of course, it's no longer the same old phone I used to use.

The phone screen lights up, and the time shows October 28, which means four months have passed since that photo was taken. My head hurts like it's about to explode. I'm trying to keep myself from making too loud a sound. I don't want Bernie to wake up right now.

Because I don't know how to face him. For twenty-three years, I have always considered Bernie as my rival. From childhood to adulthood, he and I always competed with each other, every little thing like exam results to who got the prettier girlfriend. Even when I was in my second year of high school, Bernie and I even got into a fight over a girl in the cheerleading club. Since that time, Bernie and I no longer talk to each other, completely treating each other like strangers.

The relationship between I and Bernie is completely frozen. At this time, Bernie tells me again that he and I are lovers. No, if I judged from the picture on the nightstand, maybe they got married and became husband and wife. Why would I marry someone I've always hated?

Moreover, to my knowledge, based on current technology, how can a man get pregnant?

The more I thought about it, the more confused my mind became, and I touched my stomach. Is there really life in here?

In my reverie, I walked out of that house and got into a taxi. I was only wearing a not-so-thick coat. I'm still wearing my slippers, which look really weird.

"Where are you going?"

Before I could say anything to the taxi driver, an angry voice spoke from behind. I panicked and hurriedly closed the car door, then said: "Driver, hurry up!"

But the car door was locked by Bernie, I kept inside, and he pulled outside. The two of us struggled like that for two minutes. The taxi driver couldn't hold it anymore, so he said: "If you and your lover can't decide, get off the taxi! I still have work to do, so I don't have time to play with you two!"

I had not been able to get out of the state of panic just now. And now I was both urgent and angry, shouting: "Bernie, quickly let go of your hand!"

Bernie was stunned. At that moment, I could remove his hand and then shut the taxi door tightly.

"Driver, hurry up!" I said hastily.

The driver just looked at me through the rearview mirror, but he didn't say anything either. After giving the driver the address, I closed my eyes and leaned back on the seat. Obviously, I've never been motion sickness, but now I feel dizzy, nausea rising up my throat. I tried to control myself, but the corners of my eyes were also red. Is it because of pregnancy?

I'm going crazy. I am married to someone I hate. And this pregnancy is just too much of a myth. But I can't find a reason why Bernie wants to trick me. This is not necessary at all!

"Did you argue with your boyfriend?" The driver probably couldn't stand this overly stuffy atmosphere, so he spoke up and started a conversation: "Haiz, I tell you, you're young, quarreled for a day or two and then stopped. Like the past few years, I was often kicked out of the house by my wife in the middle of the night. It's just angering her a bit, then I have to buy flowers to make up."

I smiled wryly, listening to his story. I didn't know how to respond, nor could I tell him, I don't know why I married Bernie. Furthermore, I lost this very important two-year memory. Will I be able to find any clues when I go home alone?

"Kid, I'm a bit wordy, but it's not good for you to leave this early in the morning out of anger. Anything should be discussed with your lover. Anything can be solved!"

After the driver said this sentence, the car also stopped at the gate of the subdivision. I nodded and smiled at the driver with a pale face. Along the way, I tried really hard not to vomit in the car. This situation is so strange, the more I think about it, the more scared I feel.

After paying the driver, I went to knock on the door of the security room.

"Mr. Clark? Why are you coming here today?" The security guard is still the middle-aged man I'm familiar with, which makes me feel more relaxed. He pushed open the door, then glanced sideways. "Doesn't Mr. White come with you?"

That question from the security guard made me dumbfounded. I avoided his gaze, answered casually, and quickly walked to my house.

Bernie's POV

The noise at night was too loud, and I didn't sleep well, afraid that Dylan would be uncomfortable inside. Three months pregnant, Dylan started having morning sickness. He's more upset than anyone because he's a man, being able to get pregnant is a miracle. Of course, the reason is me.

I am Alpha, a werewolf living in human form. At first, I naively assumed that if my partner was a man, he couldn't get pregnant. But then I was wrong, Dylan's pregnancy was really unexpected. I wanted Dylan to have an abortion, but Dylan refused.

"This is the crystallization of my love and yours!"

Those words of Dylan bought me, so right now, Dylan is extremely tired of this child.

I turned on the night light, and wiped the sweat from Dylan's forehead: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

Dylan gritted his teeth, and he put his hand on my shoulder, half leaning against the bed.

"Bernie, I have a cramp, help me!" I saw the corners of his eyes turn red, clearly in pain. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone, I sat up, helping Dylan massage his shins. After about fifteen minutes, Dylan calmed down again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it a little better?" I put Dylan's legs on my lap, out of habit, and started massaging him.

Dylan narrows his eyes in enjoyment, and I bend over, lift his foot, and place a kiss on it. Dylan's face immediately turned red, and he tried to push me away: "Bernie, what are you doing?"

I burst out laughing, no matter how many times, Dylan was exactly the same as when we first fell in love, shy and adorable. I suddenly heard his stomach growl.

"Dylan, let me make you some pasta." I looked for slippers, then stood up.

Because of her pregnancy, Dylan's appetite was also changing constantly. Especially recently, Dylan almost couldn't eat anything, always felt nauseous. He pulled my shirt back, then looked up at me: "I want to eat some sour food."

Reluctantly, I stroked Dylan's hand: "Can we eat tomorrow?"

I walked over to his bed, then knelt down on one knee: "It's too late tonight, eating sour food is not good for the stomach."

When Dylan heard that, he frowned and expressed his displeasure. I knew he was currently extremely dissatisfied, even trying to flirt with me. But I couldn't pamper him too much,. It won't be good for my body. I firmly looked into Dylan's eyes and stayed like that for more than a minute, and Dylan pouted in resignation.

"Dylan, would you like another glass of milk?" I fondly stroked Dylan's head, receiving his soft "huh" in return.

I walked to the kitchen with satisfaction, the ingredients were prepared during the day just in case something was like today. I am familiar with opening the refrigerator, then boiling the noodles. The water in the pot was boiling hot, I put my hand on the pot to feel the warmth, and suddenly an arm wrapped around me from behind. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Dylan.

"Why don't you stay in bed and rest?" I tilted my head slightly, kissing the tip of his nose.

Dylan wearily rubbed against my thick and wide back, then he whispered, "Without you by my side, I would feel insecure."

Saying this, Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. Dylan greedily took a deep breath, his breath making my whole body heat. I narrowed my eyes, dangerously holding Dylan's hand: "Dylan, don't be naughty!"

Dylan unhappily bit my shoulder, I let him play while I took the cooked noodles to a plate. Since it was supper, I didn't cook too much, even half of Dylan's dinner. I put the plate of noodles that have been sprinkled with minced beef sauce on the table.

"If you're already down here, sit down and eat! After eating, we go to bed early!"

It's already one o'clock in the morning, and even if I'm inhuman, I'm still tired. It's just that this bit of fatigue can't compare to Dylan's toil. I propped my chin as I watched Dylan finish his plate of noodles, then throw the plate back into the sink.

"Go to sleep! Tomorrow the maid will come to clean up." Dylan pulled my hand not to let me wash the dishes: "Luckily, you cook less, I'm not too full, I can sleep now."

Dylan has always been like that, especially after the pregnancy became even more sticky for me. Of course, I really enjoyed this feeling. But I also know why Dylan is so attached to me. I am a werewolf. When I mark my mate, I will leave my mark on my mate so that he can infect my taste.

Especially after Alpha's partner becomes pregnant, more and more Alpha flavors are needed. I don't see it as annoying. I wish Dylan would stick with me a bit more so that he wouldn't have the mind to think about other people!

My possessiveness with Dylan was at its peak, but I knew Dylan also accepted this extreme of my personality. I happily pulled Dylan down, and after he found a comfortable position, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.

But not long after sleeping, I felt the person next to me start to stir, constantly wanting to get out of my embrace. I furrowed my brows, really tired but even more worried if Dylan got into trouble. I tried to open my eyes, hoarsely saying.

"Don't move, Dylan! I was so tired last night that it was past midnight. It's still early, you should sleep a little longer!"

If it is normal, Dylan will definitely turn around and then hug me. But this time, I was kicked onto the bed by him, defenseless. Shocked and angry, this kick from Dylan reminds me of our first time together.

"Bernie, why are you lying on my bed?"

Hearing these words' Dylan, my mind wandered. It's been a long time since I heard this strange voice, Dylan. In addition to the lack of sleep that kept my mind from being alert, I yelled, "Fuck! Dylan, what the hell are you doing?"

When I finished, I regretted it. I still know that pregnant people will have mood swings at times. Maybe he remembered something unhappy, so he kicked me once to vent his anger. I take a deep breath, then turn on the night light, but the anger just hasn't fully receded from my eyes. I faced Dylan's unusual face.

"Why, why am I here? Bernie, what did you end up doing to me?"

I frowned and then straightened up, leaning close to Dylan's face: "Dylan, what are you mad about again?"

Unexpectedly, my closeness startled Dylan. I stared blankly at him as he jerked backward, almost falling over. Fortunately, in a moment, I reacted quickly, quickly hugging Dylan's waist. Outwardly I tried to appear calm, but my hands were sweaty. Even my head was a mess. I almost fell my Dylan.

Dylan must have heard my pounding heart. How worried I was only he knew. I really wanted to give Dylan a warning smack on the ass, but then I remembered Dylan's bewilderment. I could only swallow the anger in my stomach, and then said while angry and reluctantly said.

"Dylan, stop messing around! I didn't take care of you before, but now you're pregnant. You can't continue to be naughty like before!"

I felt the body in my chest convulse a little, I gained the strength to hug Dylan. The tension in my mind was gradually released, the familiar warmth was close by, and my heart returned to peace. I stroked Dylan's spine out of habit, letting him calm down.

Drowsiness gradually took over my mind, and once again, I pulled Dylan down.

"Dylan, can you sleep a little longer? Otherwise, your body won't be able to handle it!" Before I completely fell asleep, I heard myself vaguely say that.

But very quickly, I awakened again. The location next to me was not warm. My heart panicked, and I looked around. The night light hadn't turned off yet, and my eyes fell on the picture on the nightstand. The photo has been moved, Dylan's slippers are gone, and the closet door is open. In an instant, I hurriedly grabbed a coat and ran out of the house.

Dylan's back appeared. He was standing next to a taxi, I went crazy trying to grab him back, but it was too slow. Dylan was one step faster than me. He quickly got into the car. I ran to hold the door of the taxi. We struggled for a while, and even the taxi driver got angry.

Suddenly, Dylan angrily glared at me, then shouted, Bernie, quickly let go of your hand!"

I was very surprised. From the day we became lovers, Dylan was always soft to me, almost always being nice to me. Sometimes, Dylan will also blame me, and be angry, but as long as I coax him a few sentences, Dylan will definitely hug me and say that he forgives me.

In that moment of shock, the taxi door slammed shut. I was surprised to see the shadow of the car begging in front of me. I couldn't help but run after it. But after a while, I felt that my action was too stupid, so I gritted my teeth and went back home.

With low pressure all over my body, I sat down on the sofa angrily. Today, Dylan is so weird! No, I have to say that after Dylan woke up again, he was so out of the ordinary. It was like becoming a different person!

Suddenly, a thought popped into my head. Now, Dylan looked like when we first met after college years, cold and distant!

This thought made me feel depressed, even panicked. I don't know why after Dylan was so cold and aloof, I really wanted to get him back, and then I would ask Dylan. Ask, why did Dylan treat me like that?

Possession, frenzy, and panic kept me from questioning myself. In my head, there is always the image of Dylan looking away from me. Then without saying a word, he just turned his back to leave! I won't be able to stand it, but get mad, then do actions to force him to let him stay by my side.

But those actions would hurt Dylan's, little heart. And I don't want Dylan to get hurt!

Bernie's POV

I stayed like that until the doorbell rang. I staggered to the door and opened it, it was definitely Dylan. He would be back to normal. Of course, he would come back to find me. But to my disappointment, the person standing at the door, facing me was the maid.

I stared at her in bewilderment, causing her to take a step back in fear. She hesitantly pointed inside: "Mr. White, I... I came to clean the house!"

When she finished speaking, she immediately lowered her head, I know my aura scared her. Not only the maid. Anytime I show anger, the people around me will also avoid me, except for Dylan.

I'm dumbfounded. It turned out that I'd been sitting in the living room for more than three hours. And yet I haven't received a call from Dylan. I began to panic, and the fire in my heart kindled ablaze. My eyes are getting darker, I need to find Dylan. Dylan is out of sight made me scared and frantic. Like an animal that has identified a mate, but loses it in the blink of an eye.

That crazy feeling kept bothering me in my mind. I was crazy. And in this situation, if I hadn't met Dylan, maybe I would have actually done something out of control. I leaned over to let the maid enter the house. She put on her apron. And then she turned to me and asked, "Sir, do I need to clean the bedroom?"

She hesitated for a moment. If normally, she wouldn't ask me that, instead she would have a pleasant chat with Dylan. Thinking of Dylan again, even though we've only been apart for three hours, this time is longer than a year. My eyes scared her again. And even though she tried to smile, I could still see it.

"Don't touch any of the items upstairs!" After I said that, I didn't pay any attention to her anymore. Instead, I went upstairs. My footsteps were as heavy as a ton of lead.

Obviously, the things in the house are still the same, but I find them very different. It's because there's no Dylan. Every other day, I go to work, only on evenings and weekends with Dylan. But now, I feel completely different. I know well that this is caused by my mind.

I changed into warm clothes, texted my assistant that I wouldn't be at work today, and walked out of the house. Dylan probably won't go back to his parents' house because Dylan's parents' house is in another city. The only place Dylan could go was his house before we got married.

I have not been back here for more than half a year, but the way to Dylan's house is always in my mind. Like it was programmed in my head, the road wasn't far, and I impatiently drove to the subdivision where Dylan lived. The car window rolled down, and I looked at the security guard watching TV in the room. Hearing the car, he turned to look at me.

"Mr. White!"

Looks like he still remembers who I am. I wanted to smile like always to answer him but I couldn't. I nodded to the security guard, then asked hoarsely, "Is Dylan here?"

The security guard said, "Yes, early in the morning, Mr. Clark came back here. I also find it strange. For some reason, his facial expression doesn't look good!"

After saying that, he also looked at me questioningly, as if he wanted to ask something. Dylan has lived in this apartment complex for a few years, and being familiar with the security guard is normal. Then I went after Dylan, of course getting to know him. It can be said that he is the witness of my love for Dylan.

"What does he look like?" I couldn't help but ask.

The security guard, his name is Ian, hesitated for a moment and then said: "He looks so bad. He is so pale."

Ian sighed, then said, "Hurry up and find Clark! I think he needs someone by his side right now!"

After listening, my heart no longer panics. I breathe a sigh of relief in my heart. As long as I know where Dylan is, I'll be able to bring him home. I drove into the house, and a few people were walking in the courtyard. It was really peaceful. But I wasn't in the mood to enjoy, a way to the front of Dylan's house.

Getting out of the car, I adjusted my hair so that I didn't look too struggling. Standing in front of Dylan's house, I did not dare to ring the bell. Waiting for about five minutes, until there were eyes on me, I mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell.

Actually, I have the password to Dylan's house. That was the day when Dylan and I officially fell in love, but I didn't directly barge in. I was afraid I would offend Dylan myself.

"Who's this?"

Dylan's tired voice resounded over the tracking system. My ears were ringing, and I finally heard the voice I'd always loved. I said hoarsely, "It's you, Dylan. I'm here to take you home!"

After my words, the other side was silent for a long time, so long that I thought Dylan had fallen asleep before he spoke.

"Bernie, can you go home first?" Dylan sighed, but he wasn't as distant as before: "I... I need time to think!"

Dylan didn't tell himself what to think, but his words raised an anonymous uneasiness in me. I opened my mouth, gasping: "Dylan, what do you want to think about? Can you tell me? We'll work it out together!"

But this time, Dylan didn't answer me anymore. Perhaps Dylan had left the monitor, the silence of a moment ago had completely died down. My eyes darkened, my hands clenched, and I growled, "I know you're listening, Dylan! Quickly open the door, or I don't know what I'll do!"

I paced up and down in front of Dylan's house impatiently. Two thoughts popped into my head, one telling me to knock on the door and grab Dylan, the other telling me to wait patiently for Dylan.

"If you act scary in front of Dylan, he'll be scared of you, never coming back to you!"

"Don't be afraid! As long as you catch Dylan, you can lock him up. He won't be able to escape your sight anymore!"

"Don't be foolish Bernie! If you really force Dylan to be with you, Dylan will hate you!"

My head hurts like it's cracking. I try to control it and collapse in front of Dylan's door. Now I know that I can love someone to such extremes! In my mind right now, it's all about Dylan. Dylan says he needs to think. What does Dylan need to think about?

After thinking it all over, does Dylan want to divorce me?

Not impossible!

Dylan loves me as I love him!

The thought just now was so wild. I tried to stop myself from thinking in a bad way.

It's just that Dylan is acting so weird I can hardly ignore it this morning. The surrounding sounds gradually disappeared, and I fell into my own world. Having only been apart for a few hours, I was so scared because I never thought that Dylan would leave me.

I sat on the ground like an idiot. I really wanted to smoke a cigarette right now. Before I used to be a heavy smoker, then Dylan and I fell in love. Dylan couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes, so I quit smoking, no tobacco on my body.

Waiting for the door behind me to creak, I hurriedly stood up. Because I was in a hurry, I couldn't stand. I had to cling to the wall to be able to stand. I greedily looked at Dylan's face. He didn't seem to be any better than me today.

I swallowed, wanting to talk, but found that my throat was hoarse.

"Dylan, you finally opened the door to meet me!" I said, then took a step forward, wanting to grab Dylan's hand but he deftly dodged it.

My eyes darkened, and Dylan was avoiding me. Noticing my strangeness, Dylan paused for a moment. He took a deep breath. And then he said, "Bernie, I..."

I rushed forward, hugging Dylan. I leaned against the back of his neck, taking a deep breath, hoping it would calm my fury right now. Dylan wanted to avoid being hugged by me again. Dylan could only obediently lean against my chest.

"Dylan, Dylan! You're driving me crazy!"

After saying this, I took a bite of Dylan's neck as punishment. Until Dylan groaned, "Pain, Bernie, you're hurting me!"

I woke up quickly retracting the fang. There was blood on Dylan's beautiful neck, my heart ached, and I reverently licked the blood on his neck.

"Sorry, Dylan. I was too scared. Sorry for hurting you!"

I lowered my head, not daring to face Dylan. Afraid to see Dylan's distant gaze, it seemed to have become a ghost in my heart. I didn't dare listen to him, but then I couldn't stop him.

Dylan raised his hand, covering the spot where I'd just kissed and licked. I saw Dylan's neck turn red, and it didn't stop there. His face and ears were dyed a beautiful shade of red.

"Bernie, you... how could you do that?" Dylan's eyes were slightly watery, and I noticed the unnatural and confused expression in his eyes. But absolutely no resistance and hate!