15. Savvy
Savvy
B eep. Beep. Beep.
I groan, my hand searching for my phone to shut down the annoying alarm, but I come up empty.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I try to sit up, but everything hurts, my eyes fly open, and memories of what happened come flooding back. I look around and realize the beeping was coming from a heart monitor. I was in a softly lit room, and there is a man sitting on a recliner, staring right at me.
I let out a small squeak, as he slowly gets up, heading straight towards me, before squatting next to my bed.
I get a closer look at him. He’s a big guy, around six three and probably in his early fifties.
His hair is gray and he has deep blue eyes.
I also note the bags under those eyes, it looks like he hasn’t slept in days.
I watch his hand move towards mine, but he pulls back as I eye him warily. “Hi Savannah, how are you feeling?” His voice cracks as he speaks, like his holding back tears.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, my own voice coming out hoarse. “Could I please have some water?”
“Of course, sweet girl.” He grabs the pitcher and fills the glass next to it, holding it to my lips and I greedily gulp down all of it. “Do you need more?”
I shake my head no and he places it down.
focusing on me again. “I’ve been trying to find you ever since I saw the video footage at my club.
Your voice would have left no doubt if your red hair hadn’t been a dead giveaway.
Talented just like your daddy. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, Savannah; what the doctors told me…
” He looks away from me, but not before I see the tears leaking from his eyes.
“You’re Mr. Jones?”
He wipes his face before looking at me again, this time risking taking my hand and I let him. “Yes, but please call me Liam. I know you must have so many questions, but you need to take it easy, okay?”
“I need to know what happened,” I grip his hand, and I’m surprised at how comfortable I feel around this alpha. The omega, I still have to come to terms with, sees him as a non-threat, and I have to agree with her.
“Your unc- Greg is dead. Shot by one of my guys, when they found out what he did to you. Fuck Savannah, if only I had gotten to you earlier. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“It’s not your fault, Liam; I didn’t make it easy on you. I was scared if I left any of my information behind, Greg would somehow find out. I’m happy he’s dead.”
“He deserved to suffer more for what he did to you, but I’m also happy he is no longer a threat.
” He clears his throat before continuing.
“You passed out in the ambulance, the doctors kept you sedated for a few days, and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.
I would love for you to stay here with me, but if you’re not comfortable with that, I can set you up in your own place as long as you agree to some security measures.
This whole thing has blown up quite a lot, and your face is plastered all over the news.
No one knows where you are, but I will have to let the authorities know as soon as you’re ready.
They currently have you listed as a missing person. ”
“Is my dad safe? My mom made some horrible threats when she sent me away.”
“Savannah… I think you should get some sleep. We can discuss more when you’re stronger.”
“He’s dead isn’t he?” I ask softly.
“He’s been gone for about two months, sweet girl. I have no idea how your mom kept that information hidden, but I’m looking into it. If she was involved, I’ll make her regret it.”
My dad, the man who loved me unconditionally was gone.
I always knew the chances of him ever coming back to me were slim, but not being there when he took his last breath is something I will never get over.
I don’t even realize I’m crying, until Liam cups my face with both his hands, wiping away some of my tears with his thumbs.
“Your dad was my best friend, you know? We were also pack mates, and your mom was obsessed with your dad. I don’t think he was that into her, but we were young and dumb.
She followed the band around when we were on tour, and I guess your dad gave into temptation one night and managed to knock her up.
Unfortunately, she threatened to keep the baby from him if he didn’t marry her.
She hated me and the other guys, and of course, your dad chose you, Savannah.
I would never fault him for that. Our pack met our omega a couple of years later, and we’ve been happy for the most part.
You and your dad should always have been a part of our family, I don’t know why he never reached out after your mother left.
We would have welcomed both of you with open arms.”
He’s gently stroking my cheek and I can’t help but lean into his touch, imagining a life where my dad had reached out to his old pack. How different things could have been .
“My dad was amazing, but stubborn as a mule,” We both chuckle at that. “He probably convinced himself you wouldn’t want him back.”
“If he only knew,” Liam says wistfully. “I would love for you to meet the rest of my pack when you’re ready.
Warren, my omega, has been dying to meet you.
He’s upstairs right now, preparing a room for you, but only if you want to stay.
Your injuries are quite serious, and you will need a lot of help in the coming months.
I would love for you to recover here if you’re willing to stay. ”
“I would love to meet them, and I would like to stay until I’m feeling better, maybe we can see how things go until then?”
“I think that sounds like an amazing idea, sweet girl.” He gets up from next to me and bends down to give me a soft kiss on my forehead, something my dad used to do when he tucked me in at night.
“The doctors will stop by soon to check on you, but please get some rest until then. I need to go give my omega the good news.”
“Thank you so much for saving me, Liam.”
He looks down at me affectionately, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Never thank me for looking after my family.” He walks to the door but stops and turns back to face me. “The boy in the video, Oliver Fritz, has been trying to find you. Do you want me to contact him?”
Ollie, my sweet alpha, of course, I want to see him more than anything, but would he still want anything to do with me when he realizes how broken I truly am now? “Not yet, I need more time to process everything that has happened.”
I fall asleep shortly after that, dreaming of Sunday mornings and fresh banana bread, but it’s not my dad in the dream; it’s my alpha, with his green eyes and curly blonde hair, smiling at me across the table.
Could two broken people come together and make each other whole?
Or would fragments from our past always keep us apart?