Young Jason's POV
I was stumbling about in the dark as I stared into the void as I was stumbling around in the foreign bed. I had the blankets pulled up to my chin. Despite my best efforts to be calm, I couldn't shake the nauseous feeling that pervaded this place. Despite the fact that I abhorred it, I was conscious of the fact that it scared me. Because alphas aren't supposed to show fear, it was expected of me that I would have the same level of bravery as my father.
However, I had to bite my lip when it started to shake here at the abbess since I was in such a dark place. In spite of the fact that Dad would say it was okay, what I really wanted to do was yell out to Mom because I didn't want her to see me in this state. I didn't want her to see me like this. I had no doubt that my mother would come to my aid and comfort me in my time of need. Whenever I had trouble falling or staying asleep, she would tell me a story, feed me some milk and cookies, and then put me back to bed.
I couldn't help but feel this way when I looked at this collection. The most of the time, I was looking forward to my dad taking us on separate camping vacations. There was usually a large number of kids there to play with, and all of them were quite kind to one another. But not at this specific location.
There wasn't even a single child around here that I could have fun playing with. If I gave any of the men a sideways look, they would all fix their gaze on me and seem unwell. In addition, the fact that everyone in the room smelled strangely and inappropriately caused my nose to itch. I refrained from discussing it since I was certain that my mother would scold me if she heard me talking about it.
After hearing a groan that echoed throughout the house, I hastily pulled the covers up over my head to protect myself from the cold. I moaned in disappointment and saw that a tear was beginning to trickle down my cheek. I was shaking violently as I lay there with my eyes firmly closed and my fists clenched. Even though I was a young, strong, fearless, and heroic alpha, I was terrified of the hideous animals that may be hiding in the dark. I was certain that they would attack me.
I uttered another sigh and heard another creak from inside. I was conscious of the fact that the dreadful beast had heard me, and I was also aware that the prospect of its capture was rapidly approaching. I took a few slow, long breaths, and then summoned up the courage to pull the blankets off of me. As I rushed out of the house and slammed the door behind me, I came dangerously close to tripping over one of my toys. I let out a sigh of relief and allowed a wide grin to spread over my face as my chubby cheeks swelled. Because I had the monster trapped within the room, he was unable to get to me despite his best efforts.
I down the stairs and made my way into the living room because I was hoping that Mom would give me some cookies as a treat and a source of comfort. The next thing I knew, I overheard Dad asking Mom whether she was all right. Did the monster succeed in escaping and then proceed to attack Mom as well?
Fearing for my life, I glanced over the wall and saw a young girl with blonde hair. I looked over to see her huddled up on the couch with purple bruises covering her whole body as I stuck my entire head out of the window. When I saw the blood that was covering her body and the torn clothing, it made me cringe. Even from where I was standing, I could see that she was trembling from the cold.
I had been at this location for a while, but this was the first youngster I had seen here. She stood out from the others in a variety of ways. She did not smell like garbage at all; rather, she smelled sweet and floral, like honey and flowers. I started to feel giddy. At long last, I was able to engage in childlike activity in this location.
As soon as I saw my mother re-enter the room, I made a beeline for the nearest wall and hid there. I had to go about the home in order to find my way to the room where my father was working. I didn't want to confess that I was terrified of the monster, but I think he would be delighted that I managed to trap it. I didn't want to admit that I was afraid of the monster. Additionally, Mom was really busy at the moment.
Good day to you, buddy. What possessed you to get out of bed today? As I unlocked the door, he questioned my actions. He got up from his chair, went over to where I was sitting, and helped get me off the ground.
"There was a monster in my room," you said. I see, quite well. What exactly was the monstrous creature doing?
I was able to get him!" When I smiled at him, he responded with a giggle.
I'm going to let him know exactly what I think of him by saying, "Why did we go see this monster. As he tickled me, I couldn't help but chuckle. He took me back upstairs, opened the door to my room, and glanced inside while he was there.
"No, buddy, I don't see a monster inside you. I just don't. It's likely that you were enough to scare him away. He spoke to me while he was putting me back to sleep.
I got him on the phone just before he left the building."What's up, Dad?" "Hey, Mom?" While I was watching, he stopped in front of the door and turned to face me. Do you have faith that the monster caused any damage to the girl?
I don't think that's the case. While he was talking, he rubbed his face. "I think another kind of monster was responsible for that,"
"Oh," I murmured in response. Could you kindly hand over some of my cookies to her? It's possible that she needs them more than I do.