The Alpha’s Desire 1(36)

 

“What the hell, Christina!” Chloe said as she stormed my way. “I seriously don’t know what I’m going to do with you. What did you see over here? It wasn’t a man that looked like Lex this time, was it? I honestly didn’t see a thing. You have to stop chasing ghosts.”

 

 

 

“No, I didn’t see a man. Sorry, I thought I saw a dog,” I mumbled the first thing that popped into my head, the closest thing to truth I could come by.

 

 

 

“A dog? A stray animal roaming the streets of New York?” she questioned. “What were you thinking of doing, rescuing it? You do know, I mean you did grow up here, that strays on these mean streets can be as nasty as the human riffraff, and worse at times? Go to the pound, for crying out loud!”

 

 

 

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. He seemed so small, though, and his eyes so sad. I couldn’t help myself...he just surprised me, sorry. I must have spooked him anyway. He ran as soon as I started this way. I even went slow,” I lied, it all coming to me as I went.

 

 

 

Maybe my writing skills were coming in handy. I felt bad for once again keeping things from her and for embellishing the truth to the point of a lie, but she looked like she believed me. The hidden truths and outright lies seemed to be multiplying rapidly these days. What a horrible friend I’d become, no longer just the needy one, but the dishonest and two-faced one, as well. Once my vision steadied enough, I turned to indicate we could go.

 

 

 

“Can we go now?” she asked with a sigh, no longer even attempting to hide the irritation that gave a high pitch to her sultry voice.

 

 

 

“Of course. I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible friend. I really don’t know what’s gotten into me,” I apologized, meaning every word.

 

 

 

“Oh, I do. I know exactly what’s gotten into you, a big dick. And, if this is the way you are going to react, then I think I’m going to make it my mission to get you laid more often. Maybe I can desensitize you a bit. You can’t let a good lay run your life. It isn’t healthy for any sort of relationship,” she counseled, her words having gone from short and curt to more mellow as she’d ranted.

 

 

 

I couldn’t tell her that it was so much more than a good screw. Yes, I wanted to see Lex again. He’d touched me in a way that had been much, much more than just fantastic sex. Sure, that helped, but it wasn’t all there was to this matter. And, if I seemed insane, and I did, even to me, I’d been mugged and seen my wolf spirit on top of spilling my life story to a stranger. Personally, I thought I deserved a few days, or a few weeks at this point, of acting a little crazy.

 

 

 

I could share none of that with her, though. So, if she didn’t have me committed before this was all over, I’d have to thank her fully for it all one day soon. Maybe I would even do so with a few confessions. Although, if at this point I told her about my writing or my wolf, she might just have been pissed that I’d kept it all from her for this long. I’d have to wait and see. For the moment, I gave her a quick, hard squeeze with the whisper of my sincerest, yet shortest, apology. We were still in a parking lot.

 

 

 

I wanted to go home now. I planned on doing some more in-depth research on wolf spirit guides. I wanted to know more. I wanted to read stories, true stories, of others who had encountered theirs. Maybe now I could identify with more of them. If I got lucky, that ‘more’ would offer further explanation as to the interaction I’d had with mine recently. I didn’t remember ever reading where a wolf spirit had mauled an attacker. Maybe I just hadn’t been looking, though. I would now.

 

 

 

With my heart beating so hard in my chest that it rang in my ears, I followed Chloe to the car. I figured that once I got home, I could take my laptop outside on the balcony, and read and watch for a possible second showing of my wolf tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

 

 

Once at home, I made short work of changing into my pajamas and setting myself up with my laptop on the balcony. Cuddled in my old throw with a large mug of caffeine, I settled in to do some work. I played the usual games with the search engines, trying with keywords to get them to come up with what I wanted. I swore sometimes that Google and me spoke different languages. I wasn’t looking to make reservations to stay at some wolf lodge in the state of Ohio, not any more than I was looking to weigh in on the subject of an afterlife for animals.