The Alpha’s Desire 3(5)

 

 

 

Chloe was my lifelong best friend, and other than a few instances of holding back, I’d always confided everything in her eventually. This trip, though, and my new family, Royal bloodline, and powers and all... none of that I could tell, and I didn’t know if I ever would be able to. The weight of the lies I hadn’t even told yet, hadn’t even fully created, already weighed on me as I heard Chloe’s lively voice on the other end of the phone.

 

 

 

“Well, look who emerges from under her new boyfriend. At least I assume, since I haven’t heard from you. I could only, again, assume, things were going well if I wasn’t getting a call, so I didn’t want to bug, although, it is killing me to know what happened since you saw him again in the club. So, spill it, girl!”

 

 

 

Chloe had ended that introductory spiel with a laugh. The high-pitched musical, unbelievably familiar sound, while usually comforting, set my every nerve on edge. It’s not like my nerves had far to go between excitement and nerves, but still, the reaction perplexed me. I’d always run to Chloe, not away from her. Here I was leaving, for an indefinite amount of time, for one of the biggest moments of my life, and all I could do was come up with some frail and ridiculous story for my best friend who’d seen me through thick and thin.

 

 

 

Swallowing hard, then clearing my throat, I still failed to find the words, the lie, to tell her that wouldn’t bring about her protective nature. I ran my tongue over my lips, failing to wet them with my dry tongue. I’d already broken out in a cold sweat pacing the room, my ear sweating against the phone. One quick look in the mirror showed pale lips and wide eyes. Thankfully, she wasn’t here to see me, or I could have never pulled off lying to her.

 

 

 

“Christina, are you there? Can you hear me now?” Chloe said into the phone, playing out the usual lost call joke. “Because, I can only hear your heavy breathing. Something going on with Mr. Sexy? You want to call me back?”

 

 

 

“No. Nothing like that,” I managed, though failed to come up with anything more to say.

 

 

 

“Okay. Then what is it like? What is going on with you, with this guy?”

 

 

 

“Well, you assumed right. It has definitely gone well between Lex and I. We had some rocky moments of course, at first, maybe even after from time to time, but overall, things have gone really, really, well,” I began, mixing what vague truths I could into my not-coming-easily lies, rolling my eyes at myself before looking over at Lex who stood just like a bodyguard, feet out to shoulder width, hands clasped behind his back, looking out the window while I semi-talked and packed.

 

 

 

After a brief pause while I shoved underwear, bras, socks, and other necessary unmentionables into a zippered section in the smaller of my two suitcases, Chloe added, her voice rather abrupt, “Details. I need details. Do not hold out on me, here!”

 

 

 

I sighed, as much from what my friend had said as from my apparent lack of sexy underwear. Shoving and sorting simultaneously, I made a count of seven of my cutest sets, a sad showing of some floral, mostly cotton numbers with two sets in pale silks, and gave up on that part of the packing project. At some point, now that someone was seeing them, I needed to go shopping for some lazy, black, silky numbers.

 

 

 

“Details?” I said, mostly questioning myself, demanding my brain find something I could divulge to at least appease her for now as I moved on to the next drawer to pack some pajamas, t-shirts, and leggings, not quite knowing what I’d need on a private island with a mansion to meet my Royal family. “Well, I don’t know. It is all so much that honestly my head is still spinning. I wouldn’t know where to start. But, suffice it to say, a lot went down. I have learned so much about him. And, right now, I’m feeling on top of the world after having had some intense, but sweet morning sex.”

 

 

 

Lex turned from the window with his eyebrows raised, so I offered him an exasperated shrug of my shoulders. When my arms had shot up with the t-shirt in my hand, my favorite green one with some motivational saying on it, the material of it swiped across my face, making me fumble the phone. Catching it at the last minute before it actually hit the ground, killing my friend’s eardrum in the process, I sighed out loud this time as Lex let out a laugh.

 

 

 

“Oh, he’s there,” Chloe answered. “I get why you are clamming up on me now. Alright. I shall wait a little longer for those intimate, sexy details. I’m just glad to hear from you. Really I am. You have been on my mind all weekend. And, I’ll admit, that some sixth sense has had me endlessly worried about you. I had to force myself not to call or come by, to trust that if you needed me you would call. Sounds like I’m no psychic, though, that I had nothing to worry about.”