The Alpha's Buried Secrets

Driving from coast to coast is as daunting as it seems. I feel trapped in this car. My skin itches in places I can’t reach. I feel both headstrong and psychotic at the same time. I’ve been driving for four days, sleeping when I can, barely eating or sleeping. I can’t shake the sight of all the blood. What happened back there? That wasn’t me. I would never kill anyone. The flashes could be dreams. Just figments of my fucked up imagination. My head hurts, and my eyes feel like sand was thrown in them. I’m exhausted, staring blankly out the window. Wondering what it is I could have done. I killed a person. An actual human being with a bleeding heart. What if I’m not human? Somehow I manage to put that thought out of my mind. There’s a gas station on the side of the highway up ahead. I’ll pull in there. I gotta take a piss, and grab some water. Maybe a bite to eat. There’s a strange man staring at me in the car next to me. He glances over and raises his eyebrows. Gross. I reverse o

Everything in my gut is telling me that Ava is special, but I need to be careful. She’s staring straight into my soul. It’s like we’re already connected. This has to be a dream. She shakes her head no. I look into her eyes, and I’m melting. We’re about the same height, she’s just a bit shorter than I am. Ava leans over the console. She carefully reaches her hand up and cups my face. This feels so natural, but I don’t even know her. She puts her lips on mine. I freeze in this moment. No thoughts. Just her tongue in my mouth. She bites my lip gently as she pulls away. Ava manages to act shy and tucks her hair behind her ears. “So where are you going exactly?” She asks me. I question whether she already knows. Perhaps not. “California. The ocean is calling me. What about you, where’s home?” Maybe she’s from here. Then again how could a dry ass desert produce such a precious gem of a mermaid? She curls her long red hair around her fingers, and smiles again. “I live in Malibu actually. I

Trouble seems to keep finding me. Ava and I run to my car without looking back. I quickly pop my trunk, throw the bags in, and start my engine. Why are we running? I sense Ava is hiding something, “What did you steal?” I yell at her as I swiftly back out between the shoppers in the parking lot. There’s an employee running out of the store, I can see him in my rear view mirror. “Buckle up.” I hook a left to weave through the parked cars, and drive down a different lane to the exit. He might have been able to see my make and model, but not my plate number. “Where’s the hotel, Ava?” I don’t know which way to turn. “Go right, she says.” Whatever she stole, it better be worth all of this. I’m mad now, and I don’t let her in to my head. I can feel her trying to read me. She can’t. “You better start talking Ava.” I look at her intensely. “Just keep driving Aster.” She’s being snarky and I don’t like it. I’m not the one who stole shit. This is pissing me off greatly. Ava uses the map on her

Ava is asleep in my arms. I carefully free myself from her. I’m feeling disoriented and sore. Looking in the bathroom mirror I can see that it clearly wasn’t a dream. There’s a few scratches and light bruising on my neck. I sit in the tub and let the shower water fall on me like a rain storm. For a moment I get lost in the thought of this being some kind of forever. I shuffle my tarot cards on the coffee table. My heart thinks it’s possible for me to have some kind of a happy life with Ava. The World and the Ten of Cups. I shake my head. It’s like these cards are mocking that very thought. They show me harmonious happiness along with achievement and completion. If only life could truly be that easy. I watch Ava sleep for a few minutes. She’s absolutely everything I never knew I wanted. I know I could love her. There’s a cosmic connection here for sure. Some people never know a love like this. Ava could leave tomorrow but yet ten years from now if I saw her, I know I’d feel the same.

My anxiety is so bad that I feel like I’m going to throw up. “Aster close your eyes and breathe with me.” Ava takes my hands into hers. We’re standing at the end of a dirt road. She inhales slowly through her nose and exhales through parted lips. I take in a few deep slow breaths.My boots crunch through the gravel. Spectacular rays of orange and purple bathe clouds in color. This is a beautiful location for the packhouse. We’re about ten minutes away from the coast and thirty to the city. I like what I’m seeing but the energy is off. She’s attempting to sneak me into the packhouse slowly. I think about running back to my car to escape. But I breathe in my fear instead.“Welcome to The Barking Moon.” Ava says majestically. I throw a salty stare her way, “You didn’t mention a bar.” She smiles, “You never asked.” I could go for a drink. Ava douses me in her perfume. “What the fuck are you doing?” She sprays my whole body, “I don’t want any of them to pick up your scent.” I’m lost, “Do I