Yes, My Alpha: Vibrant Violet

Deep in the Great West of the States, there was a small mining town called Silver Springs. It was called that because the mines there were so rich with silver that it ran like water. But the issue was it was so far out that very few people ever went there. Even if the silver was easy picking. But Silas was not there for silver, Silas was there because of his father.

Silas’s father Memphis West was a very rich man on the East coast. Apparently in the past Memphis had his life saved by the sheriff of Silver Springs. In turn, he promised the sheriff the most valuable thing he had for saving his life. That’s where Silas came in, he was his father’s only omega son and so he was deemed as a ‘valuable thing’. So, Silas was sent to Silver Springs to become the mate and husband of the alpha sheriff.

Or at least that’s what Silas had been instructed to say. The whole situation was a mess, and he was not happy about it. He wasn’t a pawn to marry off to whoever his father pleased nor was he something to hideaway. Silas swore silently to himself that once his father had some sense back in his head Memphis would never hear the end of it. In the meantime, he was sure to promise himself that this Reagan would only become a bad faded memory.

But when Silas stepped off the train onto the platform, he looked around not seeing the greasy alpha man he imagined. He imagined when he arrived an older man smelling of tobacco and whisky with bad breath would be there waiting for him. But there was not such an alpha in sight. Save for Silas there were only two other people present, which were two beta men loading up chicken feed in canvas bags into the back of their wagon.

“Did he forget to send notice that I was coming?” Silas groaned, he adjusted his hat and looked around. He spotted a pair of beta men loading up a wagon with supplies. “Excuse me, I’d like to get a ride to Silver Springs! I’m here to meet the sheriff!” He called walking over, his heels clicked on the boarding platform at served as a train stop for Silver Springs.

The two men stopped working as soon as the word ‘sheriff’ was out of Silas’s mouth. “You’re here to meet Sheriff Reagan?” One man asked amused, “Yes I’m here to meet Reagan.” Silas replied, a bit snippily, he was quite tired after all. He had been spending the last week hiding, looking over his shoulder, and riding that damn train across the country. “I have something important I need to talk to Reagan about-.” He started to say but was cut off by the other man laughing. “Good luck! Reagan’s all over the place.” The other one chuckled, “What is it Reagan’s doing now?” the first one asked, “Last I heard Reagan’s trying to get those loose cattle back to the Hatfield farm.” The other one replied.

“Why would the sheriff be dealing with something like loose animals?” Silas asked surprised, “Reagan deals with everything around here save for the church. Probably best we don’t let the sheriff near the pulpit anyway.” The first man spoke up, “We don’t even have a mayor we just got Sheriff Reagan.” The second man said chiming in, “We can take you to the sheriff’s office though. Reagan’s bound to show up there sometime soon.” The first man spoke up. “Thank you ever so much. I greatly appreciate it.” Silas said relieved, he had been expecting to be riding in the front with the gentlemen he was speaking to...

But he ended up in the back with the chicken feed in the end. Silas let out a rough sigh and was just about to complain when he heard shouting and cow mooing. “Heeyah!” A shout echoed as a bull bellowed. Silas looked over and saw a woman on top of a charging bull with hundreds of cows behind her.

“Who on Earth is that moron!?” Silas exclaimed as the herd ran parallel to them by a hundred yards. The ground shook under the weight of hundreds of hooves the men upfront laughed at Silas’s reaction. “That would be our sheriff.” One man said turning around as the other kept stirring the wagon. “That’s Reagan?!” Silas exclaimed just as the bull began bucking, Reagan took off her hat and held it keeping on the bull without any issue. “She’s insane!” He said horrified.

Silas had imagined the sheriff to be this sort of greasy lazy alpha that was a million years older than him and who conned his father into being indebted. But this woman... She was laughing at a raging bull while she was on top of it! What kind of woman did his father send him to get married to?!

“Damn right she’s insane! You got to be crazy doing half the things she does!” The driver cackled as the other one elbowed him. “Jimothy he’s an omega, try to be polite!” The other one scolded. “Oh! Sorry!” “It’s quite alright.” Silas rolled his eyes. Bringing attention to the cursing just made it worse. But at least these two were trying to be polite.

Eventually, Reagan steered the herd off into the distance and Silas rode into town on the back of the wagon. It was much smaller than Emerald city that was for sure. But it was much bigger than Silas expected. There was a general store, a clothing store, a saloon, a restaurant, and even a school. That was a lot for a small town like this. On top of that everything looked well-made due to the local silver mines.

They rode through town before coming to a stop at a building with a sheriff’s star on it. “Here ya are!” The driver ‘Jimothy’ said as the second man got out to help Silas down off the wagon. “Why do you even need to see Reagan for anyway?” He asked, Silas, looked the man in the eye, and without any sense of irony, he said. “I’m here to get married to her.” Silas heard the man up in the front start choking as the second man stared at him.

Snickering started up and the two men started laughing. “I’m being serious.” Silas sneered, “You poor bastard!” Both men exclaimed cackling. “I’ll pray for you.” The man helping Silas with his bags said patting him on the shoulder. “He’s gonna need it!” Jimothy cackled. The omega man gawked at the cackling beta men.

The second man helped Silas set his bags inside of the sheriff’s office and then left laughing. Silas stood there completely at a loss for what to do. It’s not like he wanted to be here! But he needed to wait things out. Eventually, he would be sent back home when his father came to his senses.

“It’s just temporary.” He sighed to himself before looking around. He then spotted an old bloodhound laying on the floor next to a set of keys. “Oh um... Hello.” Silas said spotting a bowl nearby with a name on it. “Juno?” He asked, the dog’s tail slowly thumped on the floor when she heard her name. She slowly stood up and Silas noticed the ring of keys was attached to her collar. He went to touch them, but Juno let out a growl. “Oh okay. You don’t want your keys touched. Fair enough.” Silas said sheepishly holding up his hands in defense.

Silas sat there for a couple of hours before the saloon doors slammed open hitting the walls, Reagan came in with a bottle of whiskey and dusted herself off with her hat. “Juno you wouldn’t believe the day I just had!” She exclaimed as the old dog sat up wagging her tail. Silas coughed from the dust as Reagan popped the top off the bottle. She looked over sipping it just noticing him sitting there. Silas stood up and dusted himself off.

She gave him a once over and he adjusted his overcoat. “Hello.” He greeted figuring it was only right to be polite. “I’m-.” He started to introduce himself, but Reagan cut him off, “If you’re with the feds or the church you can leave. I pay my taxes and the state of my soul is between me and God.” She deadpanned setting the bottle on the desk, she then ripped off the long trench coat throwing it onto a nearby chair which kicked up a ton of dust.

Silas coughed using his hat to shoo some of the dust away. “Miss Reagan I’m not here for that!” He coughed clearing his throat. He looked over seeing Reagan wearing a button-up shirt with a vest that was much too tight for a lady to be wearing. He tore his eyes away from her chest area. He couldn’t believe she walked around with that many buttons undone. Silas adjusted his collar nervously.

Reagan seemed to relax and flopped down in the chair behind the desk spinning it around, Juno trudged over to her mistress’s side resting her head on her lap. “Alrighty then, how can I help you?” Reagan said crossing her legs. Silas dug the marriage certificate out of his pocket and handed it over. “You can start by signing this.” He told her, Reagan looked down and then back at Silas. Then she looked down at the paper again.

“Well damn, I don’t even know your name. Getting voting rights in a few states has been making you omegas real forward. I kinda like it.” Reagan replied amused, Silas’s cheeks burned as he felt anger fill his bones. “Omegas having voting rights is only fair!” he exclaimed feeling very passionate about that subject. Reagan stared at him silently and Silas felt his cheeks burning from his outburst, “Didn’t say it wasn’t. Not that long ago alpha women couldn’t vote either.” Reagan replied grabbing a pen and signing the paper.

“Just said it made ya forward and that I liked it. Cuts out some of the guesswork.” Reagan said handing the paper back over. Silas looked down at the paper and noticed that Reagan had actually signed it. He had half expected a fake name, but it looked like a real one. “You just signed a marriage certificate like that without knowing my name?!” Silas exclaimed exasperated. “Well, I hope your name is Silas West. Like it says on the paper.” Reagan tapped her pen on the certificate. “You’re not the only one who can read around these parts fancy pants.” She teased, Silas sneered and looked away.

“I’m guessing your Memphis’s kid.” She leaned back in her chair. “I am.” He replied looking back at her, “My father sent you a letter notifying you, correct?” Silas replied tucking the certificate away. “Yup. Even sent a picture to go along with it. I was drunk so I said sure.” Reagan replied pulling a picture of Silas out of her desk and holding it up. It was from a few years ago but he pretty much looked the same. “You were drunk and so you said sure to my father arranging our marriage?!” Silas gawked.

“I was drunk when I saved his ass during that train robbery too.” Reagan replied, “Hell, I’m probably drunk right now.” She said grabbing the bottle and holding it up to the light. “Damn. Only one bottle still.” She sighed before looking at Silas who looked horrified.

“We can always burn the certificate iffen ya change your mind.” Reagan looked at him with her eyebrows high on her forehead. She was messing with him, Silas realized it based on how she was acting. It was good to know that his life being threatened was a joke to her.

Silas narrowed his eyes, “No. I’m fine.” He said sighing, he then grabbed the bottle from Reagan and drank from it. “I need this more than you.” He grumbled, “A man after my own heart.” Reagan remarked sarcastically before swiping the bottle back and pulling Silas into her lap. Juno moved away and found a different place to go lay down.

“How dare you pull me into your lap!” Silas exclaimed, Reagan turned the chair away from the door and pulled Silas close. “So. How long are you needing to be here?” She asked softly, Silas then realized what she was doing. The doors to the sheriff’s office were just saloon doors, people could easily see what they were doing if they looked in. Silas turned to see if there was anyone staring but Reagan stopped him.

“The two men who drove you here. One of them came back. He’s at the saloon across the street.” Reagan whispered. “How do you know that-?” Silas questioned, “I got eyes all over town.” Reagan replied, Silas then started to turn but Reagan stopped him, “Don’t look, lean onto me.” She instructed and Silas did that. “Now. Your daddy didn’t tell me much about what kind of trouble you got into Mr. Silas.” She said adjusting him in her lap, her voice was quiet in a hushed tone. “Honestly it’s none of my business. I just need to know how long we have to put this act on.” She told him. “A year.” Silas whispered, “Father wants me out here for a year.” He said staring at the floor.

“I can set with that,” Reagan said softly, “It’s ridiculous.” Silas grumbled, “If your daddy thinks it’s important enough to trust you to some strange woman in the middle of nowhere it must be a mess of trouble.” Reagan told him grabbing a box from the table near them. “Put that on. It should keep most of the idiots away from you.” She said as Silas opened the box to see a silver ring. He noticed that Reagan was already wearing a matching one on her hand.

Silas slipped his on and sighed, “What is he paying you?” he asked at least wanting to know how much his safety was costing his father. “He’s giving me two gold mines west from here,” Reagan replied. Silas frowned; his father was always overprotective. “Then make sure you do your job right.” He grumbled; Reagan smirked at him.

“Silas not a hair on that pretty little head of yours will be touched.” She said tweaking his nose, Silas scoffed shifting in her lap. “They better not be for how much my father is paying you.” He replied then noticed Reagan’s stare. “What?” He asked, “You can get off my lap any time you want Silas.” She said amused, Silas sat there feeling his face slowly turn red. He quickly jumped out of her lap flustered.

“I... You!” Silas exclaimed flustered glaring at her, Reagan stared, “There’s an extra bedroom upstairs to the left, the one to the right is mine.” She informed, “Feel free to use either.” She remarked with a chuckle before taking a sip of her drink. Silas felt his face burn even hotter hearing this, “You could only dream that I’d wander into your room!” Silas exclaimed flustered.

“I mean you looked awfully comfortable in my lap so you can’t blame me for assuming...” Reagan trailed off before turning around, Silas gawked staring at Reagan’s back. He started to say something, but Reagan cut him off, “I’ll be working late, so feel free to do as you please.” Reagan remarked casually before turning on an oil lamp. It was evening still but it was needed to read any documents in the old dusty office. Silas felt his eye twitch, he took a deep breath and sighed. “Very well.” He replied grabbing his things and heading for the stairs.

As he did the old hound got up and walked towards him, “Oh a bit of a warning, Juno likes to cuddle.” Reagan added with a snide smirk at Silas. The omega man sneered at her, “Better company than you.” he grumbled, he turned away marching up the stairs feeling flustered. On the second level, his mind was filled with annoyance and grievance towards the alpha downstairs. Silas opened the door to the right; he paused feeling surprised when he saw the feminine design of the room.

A soft blue quilt rested on the bed with floral patterns, Silas slowly sat his bags down feeling a bit flustered. Had this been prepared for him? This was certainly not a room for an alpha of all things. Every alpha Silas knew was very spartan in their personal spaces. Even his father Memphis was like this, so it couldn’t have been Reagan’s room.

The bed was large and soft, there was a vanity with the bare minimum supplies laid out. Silas felt a little bad being so rude now, Reagan was a much better host than expected. After he rested, he decided he’d apologize and thank her for providing such a room for him.

Dressing in his nightclothes, Silas climbed into bed and stretched out. He sighed contently feeling relaxed for the first time in days, the hound dog Juno jumped up onto the bed next to him. Silas fell asleep smelling the scent of carrot cake on the bed. Silas slept long and hard, it was the early morning hours before he woke up.

He groaned softly holding tightly to the pillow he had in his arms; he then opened his eyes and was met with the sight of a half-awake Reagan. “You know you snore.” Reagan huffed cocking an eyebrow. Silas’s eyes slowly widened and then he sat up backing into the wall. “OH MY GOD!” He shrieked, “HELP! CALL THE LAW!” He cried, Reagan sat up and glared at him.

“I am the law, you ninny!” She exclaimed looking displeased, Silas stared before striking her with the pillow in her arms. “Why are you in my bed! What did you do to me when I was asleep!” He screamed, Reagan grabbed the pillow tossed it to the side, and pinned Silas under her.

“Stop hitting me before I get mad!” She shouted, Silas, froze feeling his eyes fill with tears. He couldn’t believe his luck, his life was threatened, and now his virginity?! He’d never be able to meet the gaze of his future mate! “Good grief,” Reagan groaned rolling her eyes, “I didn’t do anything to you! I didn’t realize you were here until earlier!” She exclaimed moving off him. “Your damn snoring woke me up. I was about to go back to sleep until you woke up and started hitting me thinking I’d do something to someone who’s sleeping!” She exclaimed.

“I am a lot of things, but I am not like that!” She sighed looking like she had a headache now. Silas slowly moved to the corner of the bed. “Why are you in my room?” he asked softly, “This is my room, I told you my room was to the right.” Reagan looked at him. Silas stared and then remembered that Reagan had indeed told him that.

“Why is your room decorated like this?” He asked looking around, “Alphas don’t like florals.” he said looking around seeing the floral-patterned wallpaper and other frilly decorations. “Any alpha who’s told you that is a damn liar,” Reagan replied crossing her arms. “Also, I’m not just an alpha. I’m a woman too. Regardless of either, I can like flowers and soft nice things.” Reagan added.

“Do I look like the sort to slave away all damn day and come home to a bed made of hay with scratchy blankets?!” She continued, “Only lunatics do that sort of thing.” Reagan grumbled. Silas curled up in the corner away from Reagan trying to cover anything that he deemed indecent. Reagan clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, “Relax, I really didn’t do anything.” She waved him off. Silas shifted and sighed, “Still I’ve shared a bed with an alpha before marriage... That could damage my chances of getting a decent alpha man.” He remarked, he looked overseeing Reagan giving him a dirty look.

“I’m guessing that paper means nothing then?” She asked raising an eyebrow, “Paper?” Silas asked before spotting the ring on Reagan’s finger. “We’re married you, Nancey.” Reagan spoke up, “Even if the marriage gets annulled in a year you didn’t share a bed unmarried.” Reagan rolled her eyes. She then turned and got up, Silas let out a noise, “Oh dear lord!” He exclaimed covering his eyes, “What is it now?!” Silas heard Reagan groan, “You’re not wearing pants!” Silas squeaked out.

“Are you kidding me?” He heard Reagan grumble to herself, “Neither are you!” She added, Silas uncovered his eyes to cover himself in a blanket when he realized. “Oh, sweet heavens!” He cried, Reagan, rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

Silas’s eyes landed on Reagan’s bare legs, “Please put some clothes on!” Silas begged covering his eyes with the blanket. “What would your husband think!?” He exclaimed, “Apparently he thinks me standing in front of him with no pants on makes me a harlot.” He heard Reagan deadpan. He heard her walk across the room after a moment, “Consider yourself lucky, I usually sleep in the nude.” He heard Reagan remark, “Oh my word!” Silas exclaimed sitting up.

He looked over to see Reagan buckling her pants, “Oh too bad, just a few seconds earlier and you would’ve gotten a show.” She remarked in a sarcastic tone. “Miss Reagan can you please not harass me!” Silas exclaimed flustered, “My name is Reagan. No one’s going to believe we’re married if you’re going around calling me miss.” Reagan informed, Silas fell silent and shifted lifting the blanket around his shoulders to cover more of his body.

Reagan paused in the middle of pulling her hair back, “What is it?” She asked, “You... Really didn’t touch me?” he asked, “Sexually no.” Reagan replied without hesitation, “I did have to pull you off of me and hand you a pillow when your snoring woke me up.” Reagan added, “Seems like Juno ain’t the only one around here who likes to cuddle.” She added in a teasing tone.

Silas felt his face flush dark red; he wrapped the blanket around himself tighter and Reagan glanced over as she buttoned up her shirt and put on her vest and hat. “So, what you plan on staying in the bed all day?” She asked sounding annoyed. “I plan to get dressed when you leave,” Silas replied offended and flustered, he swore she left an extra button loose today on her blouse.

Silas tore his eyes away from such an indecent area feeling embarrassed of himself. He met Reagan’s gaze who cocked an eyebrow and then turned a chair around and sat down. “It’s my room. You’re the ninny who can’t tell right from left.” She said crossing her legs and folding her arms. “So go on, get dressed.” Reagan snapped looking annoyed, Silas stared at her horrified.

“I will not be disrobing in front of you!” Silas exclaimed, “Why not? I don’t give a damn if you jump up and down in front of me naked. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Reagan snapped, “Also I didn’t say you had to get dressed in front of me, there’s a damn changing screen.” Reagan pointed over to the screen near the corner.

“But I don’t have any trousers on...” Silas mumbled, “That didn’t seem to matter much last night when you had your leg on my hip.” Reagan deadpanned, and Silas froze, “I did what?” He asked, Reagan, having sensed that Silas was going to have another break down got up and picked him up off the bed. he was covered in the blanket but that didn’t stop Silas from screaming about indecency.

Reagan placed Silas behind the screen before putting the screen in front of him. The view of his body was completely blocked now by the wood paneling. “I don’t have clothes...” Silas mumbled flustered, “I’m working on it!” Reagan called, he heard her walk across the room remarking, “Hold yer horses.“, then within seconds a blouse and some trousers with other clothes were thrown over the top of the screen.

“Thank you?” Silas spoke unsure, “Welcome.” Reagan grunted from the other side. Quietly Silas started to get dressed and Reagan spoke. “I really didn’t do anything Silas. I’d never do anything like that to anyone.” She spoke seriously, “That sort of thing happens too much to women like me when we’re little.” Silas paused hearing this, “What do you mean?” He asked buttoning up his blouse.

“Idle hands might be the devil’s playground but so are the wandering hands of a priest.” Reagan replied cryptically, “Little alpha girls are often left at churches and monasteries by their families. Priests tend to think they can do whatever they want because no one cares.” Reagan explained, Silas went rigid hearing this. “Did that happen to you?” He asked softly, “No, but it happened to my mother.” Reagan replied, “I’m one of those bastard’s kids.” She growled sounding furious, Silas would’ve been frightened to hear an angry alpha, but he felt that it wasn’t directed at him.

Silas finished getting dressed and stepped out from behind the screen, “I’m sorry I accused you of such a thing.” He apologized feeling terrible now he understood the context of Reagan’s reaction. Reagan, who had been sitting on the bed with her arms crossed sighed and stood up. “It’s fine, I’ll just know to check my bed for guests from now on,” Reagan said with a slight smirk. Silas pursed his lips making a sour face at this.

“Come on now I was trying to make light of things,” Reagan complained walking over, she straightened Silas’s blouse collar for him and tied a ribbon around it in a neat bow. “Looking awful fancy there Silas.” She complimented looking pleased. Silas turned his nose up at her, “Of course I do.” He replied before giving her a slight smile, “My clothes are very trendy.” he bragged before reaching over and buttoning up her shirt a few buttons.

“Hey, are you trying to choke me to death?” Reagan complained, “It’s just two buttons! It’s also very inappropriate for an elected official such as yourself going around like that!” Silas nagged, and Reagan grimaced hearing the nagging. “Keep talking like that and everyone will have no choice but to believe we’re married.” She complained rubbing her ears, “Are you calling me a nag?!” Silas gawked, “I would never, but since you brought it up.” Reagan replied smugly.

“Why I never...” Silas huffed turning away, he then felt Reagan place a hat on his head. “Wear this, don’t need you getting sunstroke,” Reagan said with a grin, Silas took off the hat recognizing it as Reagan’s. “Don’t worry it matches your fancy little outfit,” Reagan remarked turning. “Juno!” Reagan called, the dog yawned and stretched walking from the open window into the room. “Sleeping on the roof again?!” Reagan exclaimed; the hound blearily stared at her master silently.

The hound yawned and huffed, “Well come on we’ve got work to do.” Reagan said to the dog, she turned to the door and started heading out but paused, “You coming Silas?” She asked, Silas, tilted his head, “You want me to join you?” he asked surprised, “Yeah, didn’t give you my hat to wear for nothing. Ain’t going to get sunstroke inside you ninny!” Reagan laughed finding his response somehow funny.

“Well, how was I supposed to know you wanted me to join you!” Silas exclaimed as Reagan cackled heading downstairs. Silas paused just before following after, he caught sight of himself in the mirror on Reagan’s vanity. A small smile crept up on his lips.

Her hat did look good with this outfit.