Chapter 37 Bonnie
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.
“How exactly did they get stung by the bees, in your own words?” He snaps out, “Omega, keep your distance.”
“Distance is overrated,” Pix purrs.
“They walked around the back to the stalls, and I don’t know, I wasn’t there. I was calling for the cars.”
“Why didn’t you hear their screams?”
I scowl. “They had been quite angry and loud for most of the trip. They were very unhappy with me because I was, in their words, ‘omega filth’. I kind of tuned them out. To be honest, I assumed we were back and safe. I mean, what could have happened?”
“Tell him the truth, Bonnie.”
I look at Meg. She sighs heavily.
“Meg!” I hiss. “It’s none of his business.”
He looks between us, his eyes darting, and takes a step forward. “On the contrary, any information would help.”
“Fine. I was telling the Prince pack that I would not be their omega. This was the end. That it didn’t matter how much history we had, they rejected me. I didn’t hear anything because I was tearing my heart out of my chest and calling my dad for a pickup.”
He blinks. “They are your mates?”
“Well, yes, but it’s complicated.”
The detective scowls. “And what about Alpha Ellory?”
I blink at him. “Simon? He came out on the most recent trip, not the one with the three who tragically died. He had a great time and went home, happy and healthy and without bees.”
“I’ve heard bee venom is really good for your face,” Meg says lightly.
“You are not funny!” The detective snaps at Meg. “People died!”
“But you are incredibly hot when you are mad, Alpha. If I were your omega, I would get you mad as often as I could,” Pix interjects smoothly before Meg can blow up. The alpha forgets all about Meg and stares down at where Pix is stroking his arm.
Detective Roseland lets out a frustrated growl and pulls Pix’s hand off him. “Keep your hands off me, Omega.”
Meg and I exchange raised eyebrows. I don’t know what is going on, but the tension between the two of them is incredible.
I’ve never seen anyone react with so much tension to Pix’s teasing charm.
The omega lifts his ring-laden finger, but the alpha catches his wrist. They lock eyes, staring, glaring at each other, before Pix slowly and deliberately licks his lips.
The alpha snarls. A sound of pure malice that only has Pix leaning in closer.
“Um, hot.” Meg pants.
“I know, right,” I whisper back.
“Simon Ellory is dead,” the detective says, watching me.
“What?” I ask, feigning shock. “But how? What happened?”
“It looks like he ingested a plant that was quite toxic and died later at home.” There is a heavy silence where I look around, baffled, then suddenly make the connection.
I scowl at the detective. “Are you implying that I gave him poisonous plants to eat? And that I clearly drove a mad swarm of bees to attack those alphas? Is that what you are here for?” I say coldly.
“Do you think I am a witch or that I have god-like powers? I can assure you, I still put my underwear on one leg then the other every fucking morning, Detective.”
Meg threads her arm through mine as we advance on the alpha. “You know, personally, I go commando,” she says and winks at the alpha.
“Oh, he’s not saying that, darling,” Pix purrs. “He’s just crossing his t’s and dotting his I’s, aren’t you, Officer Tall, Dark, and Handsome?”
“My name is Aaron Roseland.”
“Mmm.”
“Down, Pix,” I murmur.
“Pix?” the alpha asks before he can stop himself.
“Pix, as in pictures. It’s what I do…well, some of what I do.” The suggestive tone and smoldering look he gives Roseland charges the air.
“Ooh, boy, we got a live one,” Meg says under her breath.
“Detective Roseland, are you shopping for an omega?” Pix purrs.
“No. I have one.”
Pix flinches back. His expression and face dropping with shock, but he covers it up quickly. I want to say no one but me saw it, but the detective clearly saw his expression, too, and it looks like he regrets it.
“You have an omega? Well, look at that. Fortune favours the handsome and those with forked fucking tongues. If ya’ll don’t need me anymore, I’m going to go up and get naked with my flavour of the day. At least I know where this one’s been.”
I let go of Meg, turning to watch Pix stalk back to the house.
The hurt in his voice is something new, but you’d have to know him as well as I do to be able to hear it.
The detective tenses, and when I hear the door open, I know without looking that it’s Mark.
He’s probably not wearing much; he hates clothes, and Meg has told me that, objectively, he’s very, very pretty, so I guess the alpha is getting a good, healthy dose of ‘fuck you’ from my brother and his best friend.
Pix walks up to Mark and murmurs something, then kisses my brother passionately. I mask the shock.
The Detective growls.
“Detective, is there anything else you need?” I ask coldly, glaring at him as he stares after my friend.
“No. I just…no. Thank you for your time, Omega Sanderson.”
“Have a nice evening, Alpha Roseland.”
He flinches but quickly turns and walks away. I stay outside, waiting until his car leaves before I let myself go and fall heavily on the porch.
“Well, that was interesting,” Meg says. “You won the pool.”
“Meg!” I warn.
“Well, we all thought it would be someone else. It’s not like the people you kill die dramatically. They are low-key and kinda lame.”
“Hey!” I snap at her. “Are you calling my papa lame?”
“I would never ever call Papa Sanderson lame,” Meg says and crosses her heart. “Desi would, though.”
“Do not throw me under the bus, my love,” Desi says from inside the house.
“I can’t help it, Desi-dear.”
I gag and then shove Meg off me and get up. “We need a meeting!”
“YAY!” Meg says happily.
Pix throws open the front door and disappears into the house before anyone can ask any questions, including why the air smells like bitter jam.