Alphaless Pack

♑ → “you got my back, i got your’s flower. just stay close to me whenever we’re out on a run okay? i’m sure that you can protect yourself, but i don’t need daddy coming to my office and beating the shit out of me because i  let his little girl get hurt.” he a real smile finally gracing his face. 

“Trust me, I’m not as important to my father as you think I am,” she wasn’t sure if she was talking about her father or Mr. Carslisle, but both things were true. Flower, it bothered her how much she liked the new nickname, probably because she had never been given one that didn’t make her sound like a weapon. “How ‘bout we stay close to each other though? Make sure the two of us come out alive for this one.”

♑ → “well as long as you get your work done and don’t get yourself  killed in the crossfires, then we won’t have a problem. since you aren’t delicate then you can go out on runs with me, but if it’s too much watching a human die in cold blood, then we were both proved wrong and you  actually are a delicate little flower.” 

“I’ve seen my fair share of — ” carnage? bloodshed? death? All would have worked, but it would have meant giving away her story, and they weren’t at a place where that was a smart decision just yet. “I can handle runs, and as long as we’re working together, I’ve got your back, believe it or not.”

♑ → “one sweetheart, whatever is your business is my business, seeing how you work for  me now and two, i’m not giving you advice. i’m just letting you know that in the end daddy’s not going to be able to save you from this one. daddy’s money and name doesn’t mean shit to me.  what i care about is if you can get the job done without complaining and getting yourself killed. if you can at least do that without bringing up the fact that you’re a delicate princess then we shouldn’t have any problems here.” he spoke taking a step back from her, so he bend down and look her right in the eye. “can you manage that much?” 

                                                   “Yes, I can manage it.”

♑ → “i’m sure you’re words are supposed to scare the shit out of me, but  you’re gonna have to do a little bit better than that, if you even want to try  to scare me off. Your tactics may have worked on others, but honey their  weak and you need to go back to the drawing board.” he spoke, still looking  down at her. she might have been intimidating to other men, but cain has seen it all at every rate and this was just a walk in the park to him. she may think that she has something of her sleeve, but cain wouldn’t let it get pass him. “whiplash,” he laughed dryly at her concept, everyone at some point  thought they could beat cain at his own game, but to their surprise they lost every time and this time it’s not going to be any different. “carson, you aren’t going to beat me.”  

“I don’t intend to scare you off, it’s not like I’m trying to intimidate you, this is just a conversation, a little fun before things set into motion. What I don’t need is you telling me how to handle my business. As a matter of fact, if you are so convinced that I’m going to lose, just let it happen and stop giving me advice,” she crossed her arms, still thoroughly entertained by this but a bit annoyed by his habit of continuously underestimating her; he went from fueling her competitive edge to repetitive and irritating. “Keep thinking that, it’s just gonna make the victory more sweet.”

♑ → “princesses are also good at waiting for a knight in shining  armor to show up, but i don’t take you as one of those princesses though. you seem to bitchy to keep anyone around. honestly, i kinda wonder how you made it this far in life.” he smirked, running his fingers though his hair. carson was different from any other girl he ever met,  but she was always the same, all at the same time. she was daddy’s  little princess, and cain has faced enough of those throughout his life time. he actually wondered why he was always placed with them. they  were never good for him and they always seemed to make a mess of  his jobs. “you’re gonna need more than just words to win here, love.” 

Cain hit a sore spot with that comment, and Carson had to hold herself back to keep her claws from ripping into his throat in that moment; she had to keep her composure for the money and for the pack. She’s always had trouble keeping people around, her actually father, her siblings, her lovers, her friends. The pack were the first people to ever give her a real chance, and that was what she had to keep telling herself in order to avoid blowing her cover. The smirk went away however, but it did further her motivation to win. She needed to finish the job immediately just to rub it in his face that she had fooled him this whole time. “I don’t like knights, arrogant pricks who show up when most of the work is done just to claim the prize. I take pride in scaring them off as quickly as possible because I don’t have the time to put up with it. The words are just your warning, pretty boy, trust me I’m gonna win this so fast you get whiplash.”

♑ → Cain played right back and smirked right back at her.  She wasn’t going to get the upper hand. If anyone had the  upper hand it was Cain and he was about to play it. “Baby,” he began the world smoothly running off his tongue. “My  playground is my playground, and this king doesn’t share  with anyone.” He smirked as he looked down her face, his  breath fanning around her. 

“You know what princesses are really good at? Just waiting patiently until just the right moment, making that big move, and taking over as queen. I don’t want you to share, because that’s too easy. No, I intend to win.” The smirk never left Carson’s face, but she bit down on her lip, looking him up and down. She was enjoying this game far too much and she knew it, but if she was going to finish this job, she was at least going to have some fun.

♑ → cain shook his head at the girl in front of him.    he was tried of dealing with little primadonnas all     the time. this wasn’t what he signed up for when      he got into this business. he let out a dry laugh      as he looked over at her. “everyone’s opinion       matters to you, carson, it’s written all over       your face. you may think you’re super       strong headed and you can get        away with anything, but let         me tell you honey,         this is my         playground         and no one else’s” 

She cracked her knuckles, smirk plastered across her lips but she couldn’t keep herself from rolling her eyes. “Written on my face? It’s cute that you think you know what’s going on, but trust me, you really don’t. Oh and any playground is my playground baby, you’ll learn that soon enough.”

♑ → “you think that just because you’re daddy’s little           princess you can get away with that shit? well let         me tell you something sweetheart, i don’t care what        your last name is or who your father is, that shit doesn’t                                       fly with me.”   

“Oh funny, I can’t seem to bring myself to give a shit about your opinion. I am princess, is that a crime? I don’t care about my last name either, I do what I do because I like it, not because daddy says it’s allowed; pissing you off is just a perk for me.”

⌘ → “well i can tell you now that no one      is ever going to steal me away from you.           can you promise me the same?” 

“I can promise you up and down until the day I die that I’m never going to leave you, although that seems like a lot of time wasted on stating the obvious, but yes, I promise no one can or will steal me away.”

☼ → “colby, i’m not asking you for an answer.          i’m just ranting, because if i keep it bottled              up i’m going to eventually explode.” 

“I know you’re not asking for one, but I wish I had one for you anyway; it feels like after everything we at least deserve an explanation. That would at least make it a little easier for me.”

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⌘ → “They know you don’t hate them, P.          They know that this is something you        have to do. And, no, my family isn’t going                               to hate you.” 

“I hope so. Even if they did lie, they’re the only family I’ve got, other than my mother, and I have no clue where to find her. Good, I don’t need them hating me. I wouldn’t blame them though, I’d hate anyone if they just swooped in and stole you from me.”

☼ → “why were we the ones that were dealt the        shitty hand? what the hell did we do to deserve      this? i didn’t ask to be this world, i was just brought                   into it. i didn’t ask for any of this.

“I don’t know, I don’t have an answer. I’m just unlucky, and god knows you don’t deserve all that pain. I know it’s not fair, but I don’t know how to fix it either.”

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⌘ → “Well you know I’m always going to be right there by your side honey. We’ll go to dinner socialize some and then we’ll go back to my place and pack and we can both see the Wilson clan before we leave. How does that sound?”  

“That’s a relief; things are weird lately. I’m sad I’m leaving them, but I hope they understand why, y’know? Like I hope they know I don’t hate them. That sounds awesome just, uhm, you’re family’s not gonna hate me for stealing you away, are they?”

☼ → “why did we have to end up hurt?          why were the ones that got chosen to        get hurt and to always feel the pain of being     hurt? what did we do to deserve this?” jason spoke   in questions, not really looking for any answers or wanting  to receive an answer from colby. he was just voicing his thoughts. 

“My uncle says it’s just that we were dealt a shitty hand, like someone up in heaven has really bad aim when it comes to the dark stuff, so good people keep getting hurt for no reason. I like to think it’s making us stronger, but sometimes I just feel like crumbling.”