Holy Alpha
“Why are you up, whore?” Ami asked. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I’m such a weak bitch.
“Oh, nothing. Just the same old shit,” I said, leaving the phone on the side of my face.
“Fucking hell. What happened now?” she asked.
I caught her up on my Snarls with Dane and she cringed, doing her signature seal slap. I continued on about how big he is.
“I wish I could show you, but he’s going to know if I take a screenshot!” I whined.
“What are you? An old lady?” She teased. “Use your old phone or Upad to record your screen!”
“You’re right,” I laughed, grabbing the tablet from my bedside table. I placed her on speaker. “Are you ready for this monster dick?” I asked. She made a gagging sound and I laughed. “You see? That’s where I’m trying to be.”
“I hate you,” she whispered.
“You love me,” I laughed.
“Mm-hmm. I’m not a fan of dick pics, but from what I’ve heard, I’m curious. I’ll let you know if I deem him worthy.”
I pressed send. “There, done!”
“I can’t check it. I’m dead,” she whispered. She must see it because she went quiet.
“Oh. My. Alpha. I think I’m pregnant,” she laughed.
“I mean…” I trailed off as I picked at a piece of lint on the bed sheet.
“Yeah, no. None of that,” she said seriously.
“Ew… and purr,” she laughed.
“Do I even want to know?” I groaned.
“And I quote, ‘You’re perfect? Play with your p-word?’ Swooning,” she rasped.
“I know, right?” I sighed as I curled a curly strand of hair around my finger.
“Now that I’ve seen how big he is, I deem him worthy. So when are you going to meet him face-to-face? You’re dragging your feet,” she pointed out. I groaned.
“Because I don’t want to like him,” I said.
“Bitch. You already like him. I know you better than you know yourself. You like him, and that’s the hugest thing because you were already closed up before dick face entered the picture.”
“Speaking of Amos…” I trailed off. There was a pause before she answered.
“What?” A hurried whisper like she might summon him if she talks about him.
“He called me last night.”
“What the fluff for? What could he possibly want?” she asked.
When I didn’t answer right away, she lost her shit. “I swear, if you get back together with him, I’m going to fly down there and kill you myself!” I laughed so hard, I snorted. “I’m glad you think this is funny, Vee! I’m so serious!”
I put her out of her misery and fill her in. She’s silent for the second time in one call.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked, her tone eerily calm.
“Nope,” I said with a pop. It filled my black soul up with sick satisfaction hearing my best friend get pissed off.
“Please tell me you told him where to go,” she waited.
“Mm…”
“Vera! You don’t owe him anything. Why are you doing this to yourself?” Ami asked.
“I like her and she was like a little sister to me, too. She’s traveling here as a child. I wouldn’t feel right if I just ignored her. It isn’t her fault,” I said.
“I don’t care. I still don’t like it,” she huffed.
“Oh, I know. I don’t like it either, but if I didn’t do this, I’d feel guilty as fuck,” I sighed.
“I hate him,” she murmured.
“I do too,” I whispered.
“When is your next pre-planned controlled outing?” Ami teased. I can’t help but smile. She knows me so well. “Now that soldier boy is out of the picture, who do we have left among the toys?”
“No dates planned yet, but I do have a party to go to,” I said as I sat up.
“You? Go to a party?” she gasped in shock.
“My cousin, Paul, wants me to go with him to a pajama party next weekend,” I explained.
“Do I know him?” she asked.
“Yes, as Polo,” I laughed. Balls.
“Oh, right,” she laughed. “Sounds fun. Make sure you don’t drink anything handed to you.”
“Yes, mom,” I laughed.
“I’m serious. Don’t get scent-drugged. You know creeps love tricking Omegas into thinking they’ve found their match.” A shudder in her voice came through the line.
“I don’t plan on it. Anyway, there’s this guy I matched with yesterday. He’s so fucking hot,” I groaned.
“You’ve been holding out on me?! Why have we wasted like the last however many minutes on Amos? I need details right fluffing now,” she squealed.
“Patience, young monk,” I giggled. “We only just matched, but I’m definitely interested in hanging out.”
Putting her on speaker again, I went to Mythinder and took a screenshot of his profile.
He’s in a fitted white button up and his hair is swooped to the side.
On his page, you can see a picture of him with his dog and another of him shirtless.
And knots, it’s definitely hard to breathe when you’re looking at that one.
He’s got a firm chest and a thin torso. He’s playing soccer in another one with very short shorts.
The sun glistens off his caramel skin. You just want to lick the sweat dripping down his thigh muscles.
I sent the screenshot to her and she was quiet as she clicked on it.
“Holy Alpha, he’s hot,” she groaned.
“Right?” I laughed.
“Like the other guys are hot too, but they’re your type. This guy? I think it’s the first time we can both appreciate a guy together. Like holy Alpha, I’d bang this one,” she murmured.
“Gross, but I’m glad we can agree this one is good looking,” I laughed.
“You know I love a guy with pretty skin and big brown eyes,” she sighed.
“And now you’re swooning,” I giggled.
She squealed, and I jumped.
“Fuck! What is it?” I gasped, holding my chest.
“How did I not notice his name until now?” Ami asked.
“I was waiting for you to notice!” I laughed. “Took you so long I forgot!”
“That’s so weird,” she said.
“He has the same name as Yuri!” I squealed. My cat. She’s old and I’ve had her since OA.
“Was this another reason you swiped right?” she teased.
“It’s really weird, but yes! His name is Uriel, but he goes by Uri,” I laughed.
“If I met a guy with the same name as my baby, I’d call it fate,” she sighed.
“I wouldn’t,” I deadpanned.
“Thank fuck. No serious relationships for awhile,” she said.
“Facts. Anyways I have to go,” I sighed.
“Okay! Keep me updated when you go to the party,” she said.
“Yeah, yeah. Love you, bye!”
“Love you too, whore. Bye!”
I rolled off the bed and threw my phone down. I was feeling optimistic; I would get out of this rut and make plans. I needed to get to the airport.
Rolling out of my bed, I rose quickly. My head spun, but I ignored it. I had to be useful before I left. It didn’t matter how old I was; I lived under her roof, and if she didn’t think I earned it, she’d make it impossible for me to leave.
I changed into a pair of comfortable joggers and an oversized Alpha University hoodie.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail, grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone before rushing downstairs.
I was careful not to make too much noise in the kitchen, quickly preparing and eating breakfast. I only had thirty minutes before everyone showed up, and I needed to be gone.
As I ate, I pulled out my phone and messaged Fale. She responded quickly: noon arrival. Time for the obligatory text, I took a deep breath for strength.
Me: Breakfast is ready. I’m going to the airport. Won’t be until dinner.
Mother: Who’s coming in?
Me: Fale. She’s staying with us for a little.
Mother: Is Amos with her?
I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and internally screamed.
My fingers shook and I closed my eyes before tears could form.
My body trembled with rage. Her betrayal tasted like ash on my tongue.
She loved him, more than she ever loved me.
When something went wrong, she didn’t speak to me.
Images of his abuse and the times she found out about it flashed across my mind.
That storm cloud, above my head, thundered and bolts of lightning struck the top of my head.
I pulled up a mental block and once composed, I opened my eyes and took in another slow breath.
Me: No.
Mother: That’s too bad.
Mother: He could have stayed with us.
What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?
Nothing came to mind, so I didn’t respond.
I had also lost my appetite, so I trashed the rest of it.
After I washed the dishes, I darted out of the kitchen before people started showing up.
Cold air billowed against my skin as I threw open the door.
I wrapped my arms around myself as I made my way to the black Audi my mom gave me for errands.
I hopped in and pressed the start button. The car roared to life.
My phone went off as I put the car in drive.
I pulled my phone out and swiped my thumb across my screen.
It lit up, and I had a message from my mom and three messages from Mythinder.
A smile pulled at my lips as I tapped the crescent moon app icon.
It opened, and my eyes darted to a new message at the top.
Uriel: Hey! Thanking my lucky stars that you swiped right.
Uriel: My name is Uriel, but you can call me Uri.
Uriel: I don’t know why I introduced myself when you can see my name. I can’t unsend anything, so you’ll just have to deal with my rambling. I’m an Alpha. Your bio doesn’t say what you are.
At this point, I was grinning at the screen. Compared to his profile, he comes off sweet and really cute. I swallowed as my nails rapped against the screen. Ami was right. I had an open slot, and he can slide right in.
Me: Hey Uri! Ur good. There’s no need to unsend anything. Ur giving golden retriever vibes. And it’s adorable.
Me: Why don’t you guess?
Uriel: Yess… that’s exactly what a man in his 20’s wants to hear.
Uriel: Hot? Drop dead gorgeous? Move on over. I’m… fucking adorable.
Me: lmfao
Uriel: What if I guess wrong?
Me: What if you guess right?
Uriel: Hm… are you an Alpha, too?
Me: Noo. Try again!
Uriel: Thank fuck. I don’t know how I feel about getting pegged by a beautiful woman.
I choked on my saliva.
Me: If you’re trying to get in my pants… it’s working.
Uriel: Woah. At least take me out first! ??
I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt. This was exactly what I needed.
Uriel: So you’re an Omega. ??
Me: Nope. I’m a freak mutation.
Uriel: I smell a trap. Put me out of my misery.
Me: Guess you’ll find out on that date.
Uriel: Even though I didn’t guess it right?
Me: Because you didn’t guess it right.
I threw my phone on the passenger’s seat and pulled out of the driveway. The dread of the airport already easing slightly thanks to a flirtatious stranger.
As the car surged forward, the cold wind felt like slashes against my cheek.
The further I got from my Mother’s territory, the easier it was to breathe.
Ding! My older siblings say I’ve got it good.
That Mother went easy on me. Compared to the physical abuse they got as kids, the emotional trauma I experienced on the daily was nothing.
Bile rose and I swallowed it down to avoid throwing up.
The truth remained: No matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough.
The familiar black cloud of depression, a physical weight hanging above my head, thundered again.
Before the storm of despair and self-loathing could hit, I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, I swerved in time to avoid a car driving in my lane.
My knuckles cracked as I clenched the wheel tightly and pretended I didn’t have a thousand reasons to drive off the road.
I ignored every notification and continued driving until I took the exit for the airport.
Checking the time, I still had an hour to kill, and made my way toward the phone parking area.