Alpha Knows Best (Wicked Good Witches Book 2) (10 page)

“Wow,” Michael uttered, trying to ignore his empathic ability. Any normal person would have, and should have, been frightened near to death. Her feelings baffled him, but more importantly, Eva Jordan, turned on by his brother’s enraged behavior, was not a picture he wanted in his mind.

“Get her out of here,” William demanded forcefully.

Eva didn’t struggle when Michael grabbed hold of her arm and hastily departed the area. The farther away Michael took Eva Jordan, the more in control Charlie became. After just a minute of breathing Eva free air, a defeated, but normal looking Charlie Howard lay on the ground underneath William’s grasp.

Upon seeing Charlie return, the vampire released his grip.

Charlie turned over, trying to get up, but fell back to his knees in complete disgust. He remembered everything. Everything he’d done. Said. Felt. Wanted. Almost taken.

“I nearly killed her, William. I wanted to kill her. If you hadn’t stopped me…”

If William hadn’t gotten there when he did…

If he hadn’t stopped him.

At the very least, he would have bitten Eva, passing on his curse to her.

He couldn’t even think about what he’d tried to do to William.

Charlie thought he might be sick.

William reached down and pulled Charlie off the ground, forcing him to stand and look at him, eye to eye. “I will not allow you to fail, Charlie. Do not give up now.”

“What if it’s something you can’t stop, William? Whatever this was…
is…
I don’t even remotely pretend to understand, but I don’t think it had anything to do with the alpha. It felt more primal, like I happened upon something that triggered my wolf.”

Charlie turned away from William, fearing he’d see disappointment in the vampire’s eyes. “If it had been a full moon, William… I would
not
have been able to fight it. If something like this ever happens to me during a full moon, I won’t be able to control it. I will transform and I will kill someone.
Many
someone’s…” 

“Then we will do as we have always done,” insisted William, dashing in front of Charlie, to speak at him directly. “We will not stop until we find a solution.”

“And what if the only solution is to kill me? Can you do it, William? Can you kill me?”

William closed his eyes and dared not think about it.

“You can’t let me hurt anyone.” Charlie’s voice sounded as though he’d already conceded that he was doomed.

“Let’s go home,” was all William replied.

##

Michael waited anxiously in the jeep. He took a relieved breath when he saw Charlie and William exit the woods. His brother said nothing as he slid into the back seat. Michael threw a look at William, who tossed one back that said,
not now
.

He started the jeep and headed toward home. His gaze drifted to the mirror, keeping an eye on Charlie as he drove. His brother looked defeated… deflated. Like he’d already lost the battle and condemned himself.

He wasn’t paying attention to the road and hit a pothole, sending the jeep bouncing into the air. It landed with a hard thud. “Sorry,” apologized Michael. “We need new shocks.” The jolt released Charlie from his silent stupor. “You okay?”

Charlie nodded a weak yes.

“Look, um, I don’t really get what happened out there, but we’ll figure it out, and deal with it.” Michael looked to William for backup, but he seemed far away, deep in thought.

“What happened was I nearly killed Eva Jordan. No, not killed, more like ripped to shreds.”

“Okay,” choked Michael. 

“It was some sort of smell,” Charlie explained. “Intoxicating, like a drug. A very bad drug, with very bad side effects.”

“Smell?” questioned William, joining the conversation.

“I can’t even describe it other than completely overwhelming. It took over all control. I had none left. It happened when we were in the cave in Bloodsucker Bay as well.”

“Is that what happened?” asked Michael. He hadn’t brought it up again, although he had never seen his brother acting so strangely.

“It wasn’t near as strong or as bad when it happened before, in the cave. But the same underlying feelings were all there. Just dampened. A lot.”

“Perhaps this Eva Jordan’s body releases some sort of chemical that attracts your wolf?” William noted.

“With the horrible side effect being I’m so attracted, I want to tear the skin off her body, piece by piece.” Charlie lifted his eyes in dark sarcasm.

“Something of the sort,” William replied bleakly.

Charlie did recall having a raging hard on, and had no idea if William or his brother had witnessed that, but didn’t bring it up, horrified by it. Horrified by what he’d wanted to do to her. What he
did
do to her.

It wasn’t him. It didn’t even feel like
his
wolf. His wolf had never acted like that before, ever. His wolf was physically stronger than his human side. Less controlled. Frisky… it was definitely that. It liked to play rough. Hence his time with Nina, however she had the power and strength to handle him.

What he’d wanted to do to Eva was sadistic.

He swallowed hard, wondering if she was just as twisted as him… there was a moment he remembered clearly, when she had returned his desire. That had been real. He had sensed it. Felt it by the way her body responded to him.

Most of what happened was getting hazy in his memory, like a dream slipping away after waking. But he remembered wanting to injure and kill. To bathe in pain and fear.

“How was she, Michael?” he finally dared ask. “I don’t know how the hell I’m going to do it, but I need find some way to apologize.” Charlie shook his head and released a weary chuckle. “How the fuck do you apologize to someone you threatened to tear to pieces?”

“Yeah, I don’t think they make any cards for that,” Michael jested lightly, attempting to brighten his brother’s outlook. “But actually, she was okay all things considered. A little freaked I think, but to her benefit, she handles crazy well. Kind of eerily well.” It was something he and Charlie had noticed when they’d met her in the cave, but Michael was beginning to wonder if there wasn’t something to Charlie’s distrust of her. His brother had felt something was off. Maybe there was. Then again, maybe she just liked her men angry and dangerous.

He shook his head, disbelieving he was once again being dragged into a sibling’s sex life. Although, this situation was a bit different and much more complicated.

He glanced through the mirror watching his brother’s face. “It’s actually too bad you want to kill her so badly, Charlie. Eva is…” Michael stopped, searching for the right words. “She’s very
into
you.”

“Yeah. Too bad,” he uttered in dry disgust.

Michael left out one little part. When he and Eva had gotten out of the woods, her emotions had just disappeared. He couldn’t get a read on them any longer. He wondered maybe if it was shock. Perhaps the reality of what had just happened hit her more appropriately… the excitement washed away by an overwhelming dose of fear. This was the only explanation he could imagine behind the cause of her emotional shutdown. Regardless of why, he didn’t want to burden his brother with this right now. He’d tell him later when things had calmed down.

“Charlie, it dawns on me,” said William, from the front seat, “that we have never properly researched the subject of mating rituals between wolves, or werewolves.”

“Mating rituals?” Charlie repeated, awkwardly.

“Yes. The smell that attracts you to Eva is obviously engaging your wolf. Perhaps this is because it sees her as a potential mate.”

“Do wolves eat their mates?” Michael asked. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Me either.” Charlie shifted uncomfortably, hoping they would move onto another topic.

“I could be wrong,” William noted. “Perhaps your wolf senses something about Eva that you do
not
care for, and it sees her as a potential rival.”

“Rival? Like she’s into women? Not men?” clarified Charlie.

“That’s one option I guess. We must look at all possibilities,” William noted.

Michael nodded. “She’s
definitely
into men.”

Charlie knew that to be true as well.

William shrugged. “It’s all conjecture. Something to look into, at least.”

Charlie had a questioning look on his face, aimed at Michael. “What exactly did Eva…”

“
So
not going there, Bro,” Michael cut him off. He shot him a knowing smile through the mirror.

Charlie shifted in his seat again. God damn it! This was sick and fucking wrong and needed to end already! He had much more important things to deal with. The alpha running loose on the Isle… his missing still unaccounted for sister… and a father to find!

Charlie didn’t know how to feel about the Eva situation other than, why her? Of all the people in the world he’d come into contact with, why did she bring out this sort of reaction? And of all the places for her to be? In the middle of White Pines, precariously close to a crime scene, and the old tree.

As horrified as he was by his actions, the nagging feeling in his gut would not relent. Something about her rubbed him the wrong way. His distrust of her had not changed, regardless of his actions today.

He let out an exasperated groan. She was just a woman. Not even that big or tall of a woman. Toned and tight, but too thin for his liking. Maybe his distrust was simply his human half fighting against the desires of his wolf half. He might prefer curvy women with a little more to grab onto, but maybe his wolf preferred skinny girls with white hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes… there was a fuzzy memory of that hazel brightening. Looking yellow. Whatever this shit was, it had really done a number on him.

This was beyond fucked. He would need to find some way to apologize and make it up to her. If Eva would even ever face him again. Hell, she should probably press charges. He’d attacked her! He definitely deserved to be locked up for what he’d done. Even if there was a moment she had enjoyed it… she hadn’t asked him to do it. He’d forced himself on her.

Charlie thought he might be sick for a minute and dropped his head, holding it in his hands in total disgust. His thoughts scrambled, unable to stay focused. He was everywhere and nowhere.

The sun was beginning to drop down to the tops of the trees. Afternoon was ending and evening was approaching. The full moon rising was not far behind.

The drive home seemed to take forever and when the jeep finally pulled into the Howard’s driveway, there was only one conclusion he could come to.

“Michael, William,” he started.

“Yeah,” said Michael.

“When the moon rises tonight, I want you to lock me up.”

“What?”

“You heard what I said, Michael.”

“You really think it’s that bad? That you might actually turn?”

Charlie could not speak the word aloud and just nodded a curt yes.

Michael looked to William, hoping he would say that Charlie would be okay, as usual. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly thick when the vampire did not.

“I’ll make sure the room is ready, and secured, Charlie.” William slipped out of the jeep and into the house without another word. 

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sun peeked through the clouds heating the granite rock, warming Melinda’s skin as she lay on her stomach. Riley leaned alongside her, gently stroking her back with his fingers.

Neither spoke, but simply basked in the peaceful bliss that surrounded them. Melinda’s life seemed miles away. She didn’t want to return to it, ever.

She let out a low moan, feeling as though she were so relaxed she might melt into the granite and disappear. She could practically feel the grin on Riley’s face as he stopped stroking her skin and lay down next to her. She rolled onto her side and draped a leg over him, sleep wanting to claim her again.

They’d already napped, awakened, and taken a swim to cool down. Only the water hadn’t cooled them in the least. Melinda got overheated and craved a second round, and Riley was all too eager to oblige.

She could not get enough of him. Or his hands. His lips. His body, which he used to perfection rocking her insides and her outsides.

Round two’s finish left them both with a sex hangover and they curled up next to each other. He pulled her draped leg across him, gluing her to his body. Her motorcycle man was too easy to fall asleep next to. Or on top of. Or tangled with.

Had it really only been a day? Not even a full day… she’d spent it hanging out naked in the middle of the quarry, without a care, or concern. With a guy she’d just met. It was so not like her. But he made her feel unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

Except for in her dreams.

She liked real. It was much more satisfying than dreams.

Sleep reeled her in, at first, her mind a blissful empty space.

And then quite suddenly she found herself awake, and no longer in the quarry.

She was fully dressed and standing in the middle of a forest clearing. She spun around, unfamiliar with her surroundings.

“What happened? Where am I?”

She realized a prophetic dream had found her. She pouted and huffed.

“Can’t I have one day off?”

Her eyes widened, a firefly sized golden glow stealing her attention. It floated through the trees toward her.

Melinda didn’t feel like she was dreaming. She didn’t look on like a stalker sneaking a peek into someone’s horrible demise. This was more like participating in the dream. “I am actually dreaming, right?”

She was surprised when a voice replied to her question. “Yes, Melinda. You are.”

Melinda gasped, the golden glow growing larger, taking on the shape of a person. The glow faded, leaving behind a woman... to say she was stunning would be an understatement. She dressed in white, which accentuated her smooth dark skin still bathed in a halo of the golden glow, casting serious eyes and a sympathetic bright smile at Melinda.

“Are you
talking
to
me?
” she asked, astonished.

The woman nodded yes.

“I’ve never talked to anyone in my dreams before. I see things. People… but I never interact with them. I only watch like a silent observer.”

“I had no choice but reach out to you in this manner, Melinda. But believe me when I say, your gifts will continue to grow with time, experience, and acceptance.”

“Acceptance?”

“Yes. Something you are finally doing.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Nina. And although I do know a lot about
you
, I’m here to help you save Charlie.”

Shit. Charlie…
the pit in Melinda’s gut opened wide. Guilt consuming it. She hadn’t even thought of him all afternoon. Too wrapped up in her own little world of pleasures.

Nina smiled, her grin turning into a majestic laugh.

“What?”

“Don’t feel guilty about how you spent your day, Melinda. It happened exactly as it was meant to. It opened you up, let your natural instincts take over, and allowed me to approach you in this manner.”

“Wait a minute, you’re a…” Melinda lost her breath, realizing what Nina was. “I can’t believe it!” She shook her head in disbelief. “Wait a minute though. Are you saying everything I did today was simply for this one moment to happen?”

“Yes, and no.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Getting to this moment could have happened many different ways. The path was chosen by you. You were in control of your actions. But one way or another, you would have ended up right here, right now.”

“Oh. Okay.” Melinda still wasn’t sure she understood, but at least she’d actually had free will when seducing Riley. She glanced at Nina suspiciously. Had she been watching them? Did her kind do that sort of thing? Surely, that was against the rules…

“Melinda, will you follow me?” Nina asked her, with a welcoming smile. “There’s something I need to show you.”

She followed the woman and what seemed like a blink later, Melinda’s eyes popped open, this time for real. She sat up with a start, taking in her surroundings.

“Right, lying naked in the quarry,” she mumbled under her breath.

She looked down at Riley.
This is going to get awkward fast…
everything had been so perfect. And she was about to drive a stake into that perfection. She started searching for any sign of her underclothes, most likely lost to the waters in the quarry.

Riley stirred, waking. He sat up, leaning on his arms. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Just a, um, weird dream.”

He looked skeptical. “You seem panicked all of a sudden.”

“You’re kind of freakishly perceptive,” she told him.
Reminds me of Michael a little…
She proceeded with her search. “Damn, still in the water.” She saw her bright pinks bra and panties floating far away.

“You want me to jump in and grab’em for you?”

“No time. I, um,” she sucked in nervously, “hate to bring an abrupt end to a really, really incredible day, but I…” What did she tell him? She needed an excuse to leave in such haste.

“What’s going on?” He grabbed her shoulder gently. Her heart was thudding so hard he felt it against his palm. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh God, no, Riley. It’s so not that at all.”

Relief washed over him.

“I just kind of, sort of, have a job I have to get to.” She tugged at her lip with her teeth, hoping he wouldn’t question further.

“Oh, okay. No problem. I can have you back in town pretty fast.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Jobs are jobs. You gotta do it.” He grinned, tossing a glance around the quarry. “This couldn’t last forever. Reality had to come slicing back in at some point.” He didn’t sound any more thrilled than she felt.

“Yeah, exactly,” she agreed with a sigh. He helped her up, and they started the arduous climb to the top of the quarry. If she thought just lying around naked with him was exposed, it was nothing compared to the granite steps. And thank God they were cut like actual steps, or the journey to the top would have reached new levels of awkwardness.

At the top, Melinda peeked over the edge, just to be sure they were still alone, and that their outer clothes were where they had left them. They were strewn about on the ground, just at the cliffs edge.

“Thank fucking God.” She scurried to get dressed.

“Yeah, that would have been a pretty uncomfortable ride back into town,” he conceded.

Riley tossed a helmet to her and they hopped onto the bike. “Where should I take you?”

“Harboring the Book,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “The bookstore in town,” she explained when his face went blank. She got the distinct impression that he’d never opened a book before. She rolled her eyes, bemused by his expression. “I’ll show you where it is.”

“To the bookstore it is then.” He kick-started the engine and tossed her a quick smile. “Your wish is my command,” he called out, speeding them off toward town.

##

“The sun’s going down, we still don’t know where Melinda is, and we are no closer to finding the alpha werewolf,” blasted Michael in frustration as they stood in the kitchen and hour later.

William glanced at Charlie. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, staring out the window watching what little sun remained near the base of the trees.

The Mack phone line rang loudly. Michael grabbed it. “Hey, Mack.”

“We got a problem,” she told him. “Get down to the morgue. Bring Charlie. We found another body. This one definitely died today, and I’m pretty sure by the wolf.”

Michael just groaned, shaking his head. “Okay, Mack. We’ll be right down. Hey… any Melinda sightings?”

“You still haven’t found her?”

“No. Emily searched through town but no one’s seen her.”

“She’s gonna have to be on her own for now, Michael. I hate to say it, but we got bigger problems.”

“See you in a minute.” Michael disconnected.

“What happened?” asked Charlie.

William answered. “No sign of Melinda and they found another body.”

Charlie sat with his elbows on the counter, resting his forehead on his hands.

“Just this morning, everything was going so well,” he mumbled. “We found out Dad might still be alive. Melinda was in the best mood I’ve ever seen her in. You and Emily were walking around so happy it was making everyone else around you giddy, and I was…” he let the sentence dangle. He stood up and faced Michael and William. “How is it that in less than a day, everything can go so fucking wrong? It’s like everything is just falling to pieces again. We haven’t even had time to sit down and make a plan of action as to how we’re going to track Dad!”

“I don’t know, Charlie. I don’t know,” said Michael. He was just glad he knew that Emily was safe and sound at her bookstore. She’d gone there to catch up on some work after searching unsuccessfully for Melinda. “Let’s just focus on one thing at a time, okay? Mack needs our help. There’s still time before you need to lock yourself up. C’mon.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Michael. Let’s go.”

“Coming William?” Michael asked as they headed for the door.

“I’ll leave this one to you. There are a few things I want to check into.”

They left him to do his research and walked down the cobblestone street heading to the morgue.

It was a tense walk, with no words passing between the brothers.

##

Melinda and Riley pulled up in front of the bookstore. The sun was already on its way down and she hoped that even though it was her day off, Emily would be inside. 

She got off the bike and handed Riley the helmet, turning to walk into the store. She had spent the very long ride back into town hoping that everything this woman named Nina had told her was true, and that she could save Charlie.
Of course it’s true…
look at the source!

She stopped and spun back around. “Oh, God… sorry. Brain elsewhere.” She stepped back over to Riley, still sitting on his bike. He slipped off his helmet.

“I can see that.” His eyes danced in amusement. 

“I really have to hurry, but, um,” she bit her lip. She dreaded this part. The moment of truth. A one day stand, or would she see him again? She steeled herself for whichever outcome, telling herself it didn’t matter.

Riley got off his two-wheeled metal machine and removed his helmet, hanging it on the back of the seat. “I plan on being around later, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

A look of relief spread across Melinda’s face.

“You were afraid today might have been a one-time thing, weren’t you?” he teased.

“The things you said… I loved every single word. But I thought maybe you were just saying them to...” she paused, hoping she wasn’t offending him. “I mean, it’s like you said every single thing I wanted to hear. Needed to hear. It was
too
perfect.”

“That is something I’ve never been called in my entire life.”

She blushed.

“I meant every word I said, Melinda. I don’t know if I’ve ever been more honest about anything.” He gave his head a confounded shake. “You make me say such crazy things… I really don’t normally say this kind of stuff. I think you’ve bewitched me.”

She choked back a cough. She hadn’t. But would he still find her as desirable once he discovered she really was a witch? Until then, she’d just consider herself lucky, and him, utterly perfect.

“So, you do want to see me again, right?” Riley looked unsure.

Melinda answered by kissing him. He beamed, kissing her back, each touch of his lips relaying a message that he couldn’t wait to see her again, and didn’t want her to go. Each press, each tug, each pull brought her right back to the quarry.

I should stop him.
She didn’t.

There was a serious job she needed to do. A brother that needed saving.

Instead, hormones took over and she grabbed the back of his head, urging him not to stop. His mouth assaulted hers, his tongue tasting every nook and corner.