“Let’s head back. Shower. I believe my lady is cooking up a big meal for everyone.”
We get in the car, and once we’re on the road following him back, I relax, letting my mind wander.
“Anyone else think that was weird?” Cyn asks. “Not like actual weird, but more like he’s-a-trained-killer weird. Like maybe our hunch was right?”
“Yeah, I picked up on that, too,” Rory murmurs. “Do we think the detective is after Sanderson?”
“There’s no proof he’s like us. Yet,” Cyn grumbles.
I incline my head, unwilling to voice the thoughts because what if we’re wrong.
“We need to focus on what we know and just watch and wait. No point making assumptions.”
“Well, whatever assumptions we’re making, you can be sure he’s making them about us, too,” Dakota says.
That is a mildly unsettling thought.
Bonnie
Meg is beside me when the strange alpha walks up my parents’ driveway. For a second, I wonder if he’s the one who has been sending me these black letters for the last three months. I have about thirty of them. They are always delivered to the house but not via the post and have been getting more and more aggressive.
I’m not sure what he wants. There just seems to be some insinuation that this person knows who I am and what I did. Except he keeps talking about the city and people I’ve never heard of. I’ve shoved all the letters into one of my drawers, and I just ignore them.
But this alpha looks too…good.
I glance back at Meg, but then smile when I see Pix come out of the house, with no shirt on, tattoos covering his entire lanky chest. He looks like he’s just risen from the heat bed.
“Hi, need directions?” Meg snaps, crosses her arms under her breasts, and sits down heavily on my porch steps.
The alpha with the strong jaw looks around in confusion. “Now, ma’am, I’m looking to find an omega-”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place, gorgeous.”
Pix slinks past me, and I mentally prepare myself for a near-rabid alpha.
I see the moment it hits him because he starts sweating, his jaw clenches, and he looks like it’s taking everything to control his urge to pounce on him.
Pix steps in close and reaches up seductively, touching his tie. “I like the way it matches your eyes, pretty alpha,” he purrs.
“Can you step back, Omega? Why aren’t you wearing your patch?”
“Well, I’m not in public, am I now?” Pix teases and reluctantly allows the detective to push him back.
“Yes, um, which one of you is Bonnie Sanderson?"
“Who is asking?” Meg snaps with a wicked smile.
“Detective Roseland. I’m just asking some follow-up questions.”
“Detective? So, you’re here about…” Meg looks so innocently baffled that it’s almost impossible to tell she’s lying. “Well, I don’t even know what? Are you doing some training?”
“It’s about the death of Rojer-”
“Oh, that was sad and gory, wasn’t it?” Meg says, standing up and moving to lean on the porch rails.
“Detective, do you really investigate every death? That is so…sexy,” Pix purrs and slinks towards him. Much the same way a hunting wolf might.
The alpha scowls and turns with him, keeping him in view.
