fate of the alpha - episode 2 (8 page)

“Ainsley,” Will said. Before he could say more, Stan shoved him unceremoniously to the side.

“My alpha, you needed my help?” Stan asked.

In the street behind them, Ainsley make out four or five more shadowy figures making their way down Princeton Avenue toward her. Her nose told her they were packmates.

“I’m
fine
. What is
with
everyone tonight?” Ainsley asked.

Will had approached the door again. His gaze locked onto hers intensely. “I thought you called me,” he said. “You need me. I- I’m supposed to be here.”

“No you’re
not
, pipsqueak!” Stan admonished. “Go home! I’m protecting Ainsley tonight.”

Just as they began to argue in earnest another figure dashed up the porch stairs. It was MacGregor.

“Ainsley!” he called.

“Let me guess, you’re wondering if I need help?” Ainsley asked as politely as she could. MacGregor was a friend.

“Gentlemen, may I have Ainsley’s ear for a moment?” he asked Will and Stan. They looked like they were ready to fight him just for asking.

“
Yes
,” Ainsley said.

Will and Stan shuffled slowly to the front lawn where they glared at each other.

“What’s going on, Mac?” Ainsley asked, realizing too late that she had used Erik’s nickname for him.

MacGregor gave himself a slight shake.

“Ainsley, you’re the alpha and...you don’t have a mate. Every male wolf in town is probably going to come to you if you don’t drive them away. Not that you should. You should pick one, quickly, and do what needs to be done.”

Ainsley stared at him, horrified. She could smell the arousal of the men. The air was choked with it. How had she not noticed that?

“You won’t be choosing a mate for life!” he said quickly. “But you probably need to obey the moon. The desire will weaken you if you don’t feed it.”

As Ainsley tried to take in this information, she noticed that MacGregor was gazing raptly at her lips. The moon pulled at her then. She hadn’t realized it in her panic, but it had been pulling at her all along.

“Ainsley, I’m sorry,” he said with a pained look. “But I’m compelled to ask. I cherish and respect you. Will you allow me to give you solace in your time of need?”

Just then, there was a pounding on the back door and Ainsley was shaken out of her reverie.

“Go away!” she said in her deepest alpha voice. “
All of you
, go home. I do not need your protection.”

She closed her eyes and sent out the message to each of the throbbing green points of light from her pack that reached to her, submissively, longingly.

No. Enough.

“So sorry, Ainsley,” MacGregor whispered to her as he turned to leave.

“What about
me
?” Justin asked from the living room.

“Yes, you too,” she said. “Out!”

He slunk out the door and joined the others on the front lawn. Though they had left the house, none of them seemed to be leaving the yard.

“What are you doing?” Ainsley asked.

“I don’t know. But I don’t want to leave,” Will said helplessly. “Please, don’t make me.”

“Fine. You can all stay in the yard, but you can’t come in,” she said, wondering if it was the right answer.

A good alpha has to understand what her pack can and can’t do, and be sure not to ask more of them than they can give.

Erik’s words rang in her head and she felt a degree of peace.

Just then, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.

Cressida.

W
E DID OUR BEST
. Ophelia wants you, she’s heading your way.

C
RAP
.

She had almost forgotten that she had to deal with Ophelia in all of this. It just wasn’t fair.

The sound of Grace’s Civic pulling up outside pulled Ainsley out of her self-pity and got her moving. She dashed out to the porch.

The men on her front lawn had stopped pacing to stare at the commotion coming from the car.

Grace and Julian were whispering heatedly to each other. Julian was carrying something wrapped in a blanket.

“Change of plans,” Ainsley said. “Take her to your place. Ophelia is coming here. I’ll try to head her off.”

“But, why are all these men -?” Grace began.

“No time to explain!” Ainsley yelled over her shoulder.

CHAPTER 13

J 
ulian tucked Sadie into the backseat of Grace’s tiny car as gently as he could.

“What the hell is going on?” Julian whispered.

A group of men wordlessly pacing Ainsley’s front garden, with more heading down Princeton to join them. They didn’t seem threatening, exactly, but there was something driving them that made it feel like their silence could explode into violence at the slightest spark.

“Just move,” Grace told him as she slid behind the wheel.

The sound of her seatbelt strap sliding tight against her slender hip did things to Julian that almost made him ashamed.

He hopped into the passenger seat and she began to pull out before his own seat belt clicked. He was glad to see that she wasn’t driving quickly or carelessly, though. She pulled out onto Princeton slowly, with admirable restraint given the circumstances.

He glanced over and took her in. Grace’s posture was excellent as usual. The only sign of the tension she felt was a slight tightening in the corner of her lovely mouth.

“Now what?” he asked, wondering how the young woman would handle their major change in plans. Grace seemed like the kind of person who always had a plan.

“We’ll take her to my apartment. Camilla Parker Bowles will be glad to see her.”

Julian nodded. It hadn’t occurred to him to wonder what had happened to the little dog after Charley escaped. He didn’t exactly picture Grace as a dog person. But taking responsibility for the orphaned animal without making a big deal about it seemed in character for the steadfast friend he was getting to know.

They pulled up to an old Victorian right around the corner on Elm. Grace tucked her car into the driveway, triggering a floodlight which illuminated the backyard. On the street behind them, a man walked intently toward Princeton. He must be reporting for prowling duty in Ainsley’s garden.

He thought to ask if Ainsley would be okay, but he knew Grace would never leave her friend in danger.

Grace hopped out of the car in a heartbeat. She headed toward the back door of the house, but when she reached the porch, she leapt onto the railing like a cat, and leaned out over the forsythia bushes. What could she be doing?

Her small hand snaked out, and when the light went off, he realized she had unscrewed the bulb on the motion sensor floodlight.

Smart.

She returned to the car and placed a finger to her lips, unnecessarily. Julian knew this was a small town and if the Victorian was chopped into apartments, the neighbors were likely to be intensely nosy about each other’s comings and goings.

Once again, he scooped Sadie up with an arm under her neck and the other under her hips. She was blessedly small, for a wolf.

As stealthily as he was able, he followed Grace to the back door and carried Sadie up three flights of stairs. At each landing, his heart raced at the idea that a neighbor might peek out of a doorway.

They made it up to Grace’s apartment without incident. She opened the door to a very tidy little flat with a fireplace and charming sloped ceilings.

Grace slipped out of her shoes and padded through the living room, to a bedroom on the other side. Julian followed as quietly as he could. He couldn’t help but notice the lingering aroma of actual home-cooked meals in the kitchen. Most women Grace’s age seemed to eat out of a microwave box or a take-out container these days. It was refreshing to think of Grace humming and preparing a quiet meal.

Once they were in the bedroom, Grace turned on a small table lamp, revealing a twin bed with a simple down comforter, a cane rocking chair, and a trio of framed pictures on a pine bureau.

He raised his eyebrows and gestured to the bed. Did she want this shaggy bundle on her clean linens?

Grace nodded, so he lowered wolf-Sadie to the bed. For the first time, he pulled back the sheet that covered her.

Grace stepped forward and they both gazed down at the prone form of a large grey wolf. Sadie’s dark whiskers quivered like she was tracking something in a dream. Her wide front paws twitched slightly as if to dig at Grace’s snow white sheets.

Julian couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke her thick pelt. It was softer than it looked, and warm, as if she had been lying in the sun. But Sadie didn’t respond.

Grace placed a hand on his arm. An electric current ran through him and he closed his eyes. She gasped and removed her hand.

By the time he opened his eyes again she was gone, but he heard the sound of tiny paws skittering across the pine floors of the flat.

Camilla Parker Bowles tore into the room and sailed through the air to land at Sadie’s side. Immediately, she flopped herself down next to the wolf and tucked her tiny snout into the indentation between Sadie’s shoulder and head. Mournfully, she looked up at Julian for a long moment, then closed her eyes.

Julian backed away from the sad scene as he heard Grace’s light steps in the kitchen.

“She’s crated when I’m not here. I don’t know what else to do. She doesn’t seem to mind,” Grace explained.

“They like the feeling of a den,” Julian said, quoting some dog trainer or other.

“Mmm,” Grace said, but her expression was uncertain.

Julian knew he should just go. He had managed to spend two hours with Grace without screwing it up royally. It would be great to leave on an up-note for once.

“I guess I should--” he began.

“Have you eaten?” she asked at the same time. She smiled. It was a nervous smile but her eyes were hopeful.

“I haven’t eaten, no,” he said, hoping it wasn’t a mistake, but not really caring, especially if staying might mean another smile. “I guess I just didn’t think about it, what with all the kidnapping and werewolves and whatnot.”

“Yes, you’re new to Tarker’s Hollow,” Grace nodded, “I’m sure it can be overwhelming at first.”

“At
first
?” he asked. “Do you mean to tell me that this was just an average Saturday night for you?”

Grace laughed and ran a hand across her cheek to smooth a stray tendril back up into her gleaming bun.

“No, tonight was actually pretty crazy, even for Tarker’s Hollow.” She turned and looked into his eyes earnestly. “I’m really glad you were there.”

“Me too,” Julian managed as his heart hiccuped. “So, what’s for dinner?”

“Something easy...Pancakes?” she asked.

“Perfect,” he nodded.

“Okay, but I need to change first,” she said, and indicated the stool at the counter.

Julian smiled and pulled it up close to the counter so he could watch her work when she returned.

Grace disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Julian tried not to imagine her taking off the uniform, but knowing she was naked just a few steps away drove him more than a little crazy. He looked around the kitchen, desperate for a distraction.

A small round tin on the counter drew his attention. He pulled it over and as he did, he thought he heard bells ringing in the distance.

The tin itself was a simple thing, meant for Christmas cookies, although it was a bit too early for that. The picture on the lid depicted the creche, with baby Jesus in his manger, and the animals watching over him, shaggy and gentle.

Julian took a look around. The tin seemed out of place in Grace’s carefully appointed apartment.

What could be inside?

He glanced up at the door, but it gave him no clue as to how much longer she would be changing clothes.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Julian spun the lid, applying gentle pressure. He found the contents less mysterious than he’d hoped.

Simple cookies, shaped like pigs. Their aroma was heavenly. Surely Grace wouldn’t mind if he helped himself to one while he waited.

Grace’s bedroom door flew open before he had gotten the cookie halfway to his mouth. She gasped and stared at him in horror.

“I am SO sorry,” he said, quickly returning the pig to the tin with its brethren. “I saw the pretty tin and I was curious. And then they seemed so delicious.”

“That’s okay,” she said breathlessly, in a way that made him sure it was
not
okay, though he couldn’t imagine why. It was embarrassing that she’d caught him looking at her cookie tin, but it wasn’t like he’d been pawing through her lingerie or anything.

“They smell delightful. Did you make them?”

“No, my abuela - my grandmother- did,” she explained as she replaced the lid to the tin and put it on the counter, out of his reach.

“That’s nice,” he said carefully.

“She’s a good cook,” Grace said, a bit more calmly.

Julian looked on as she began to gather ingredients for pancakes, glad the crisis seemed to be averted. She had changed into a cream colored scoop neck t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants. So she wasn’t trying to impress him. Her hair was still up in the bun. He longed for her to take it down.

“Do you cook often?” he asked, noticing with approval she had gotten out flour and baking powder, instead of a box mix.

“It’s relaxing,” she replied.

As she cracked the first egg, it slipped from her fingers. Without a thought, Julian murmured a hovering spell and stopped it from crashing into the bowl, shell and all.

“Hey!” she said, and twirled her wrist in the air, commanding the egg to hover backward, toward herself, as though she were going to hurl it back at him.

An adorable spark of mischief danced in her eyes.

“No,” he cried.

“You’re afraid of a little egg?” she teased.

“No, but I remember what that magic does to you.”

His words hung in the air a moment. Too late, he remembered that Grace hadn’t been the one to tell him about the price of her magic.

“Would that be
so
bad for you?” Her eyes narrowed and she lifted the egg even higher. “Would being with a woman with lowly cottage magic be
such
a punishment?”