Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- Sam "Tam going to fight for her again, Sam". Sam can hear determination in his brother's voice. Sam, who is now on tour with his bandmates, is talking to his brother; it's been a long time since they talked to each other. "Are you sure, brother? It's been seven years, you know, and you can't just." "She is my mate, Sam, my true mate, and I want her, and I hope you also realize your mistake soon." Sam didn't say anything, and he just cut the call; he doesn't like to talk about Monika.

Not after what Sam did to her. Sam shook his head and sat on the sofa. He still had half an hour before the concert started. He smiles and remembers his first meeting with Monika. Flashback: - Sam POV:- If you've never felt like a ticking time bomb, it's unlikely that you'll be able to relate to any of my nonsense. If you never felt like you were about to get caught in the eye of a storm, the motherfucking storm being something made up only in your sick mind, ---- then you won't get it either.

Call me over-dramatic all you want, but all that cliche bullshit we've all heard about no battle being greater than the one we have to fight against ourselves is true, and after living for many years and having depression as a constant companion since ten when my both parents leave me and my brother alone, I guess I can add my two cents to the cause.

There's this thing about being someone who constantly feels sorry for themselves: we are the only ones allowed to do so, and that's how we start to push people away until we find ourselves all alone and drowning in a pool of self-pity and shame, well aware of just how much we screwed up but lacking the energy and self-esteem to actually do something about it. So you just don't.

At least not until you wake up ina hospital bed, not knowing the first thing about how you ended up there in the first place. End of POV "Don't worry, you are alive." It's the first thing Sam heard as he reluctantly opened his eyes-the smell of cavicide filling his nostrils. "Although I'm not sure if I should say congratulations or... my condolences ?

In any case, welcome back, I guess," the unfamiliar deep voice carried on, a humorless chuckle escaping to those lips and reverberating against the ash-gray walls. With way too much effort, Sam managed to pull ---- himself into a sitting position , bringing his hand to his throbbing head, only to find out he had an IV drip connected to his arm and a blood-stained gauze placed over a recently shaved area in his scalp. " Wait... Who the fuck are you? And exactly where am I?

He inquired, trying to take in the environment, looking around until his eyes finally fell over the small bed to his left and the girl lying on it, a set of tired-looking eyes scanning his perplexed face. "Monika James , Monika James," she offered before adding nonchalantly, "And this, my friend, isa hospital. Psychiatric ward, to be specific. that Monika girl added, with an amused smile on her lips. "It's been a while since I've had a roommate .

Hopefully , you're not a dick." She spat it out casually, the indifference in her voice giving out her familiarity with the place. "Uh. I guess I'm not an dick? At least I've never been called one," he answered, mimicking that stranger's informality.

Considering they'd both met looking like shit while lying butt-naked on a hospital bed, he figured formality truly had no place in this "I'm Sam, by the way." The long-haired boy proceeded to lean on her elbows to take a better look around now that his blurred vision had finally settled, a needle in his vein feeding him the glycols he surely had been in need of for a while now. The equally pale-looking girl kept her