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Gabe leaned into him and practically sucked Leos’ face. My eyes widened in shock and I looked back down at my bowl of soup as wet kissing noises reached my ears. Picking up my spoon, I cleared my throat and scooped some into my mouth. The sounds continued and when someone gasped and another growled; I was done. I jumped to my feet and grabbed my bowl.
“Well, my shift starts soon,” I said.
“Ah, sit down and finish your food, sir,” Gabe said, his cheeks blushing. His voice was filled with lust, and I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t think you are finished and I need to leave, anyway. Don’t let me get in the way,” I teased.
“But you just got here,” Gabe whined. “Why don’t you just take a seat and finish your food? I swear there will be no more face eating. Scout’s honor,” he said. He lifted his hand into the air as if he were swearing an oath.
“Speak for yourself,” Leo laughed. Gabe elbowed him and Leo stepped away, and we watched as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Don’t stop on our account,” Leo said.
“We had our fill. There won’t be anymore today,” Gabe said honestly.
“We’ll see about that,” Leo laughed.
“See? You’ll be fine. If I leave now, I can be a few minutes early. You know I don’t like being late,” I said. I got up and walked around the counter, passing Leo, I emptied out my bowl and put it into the sink. “Thank you for the food though, it was amazing. I could taste the… care that went into it. Thanks for taking care of my bestie.”
“No problem,” Leo said as he blushed. Gabe stuck his bottom lip out and pouted while I waved him goodbye. I headed for the door, put on my shoes, and grabbed my apron.
“See youuu,” I sing-song.
Gabe waved and I closed the door. When I got outside, I made my way down the stairs. I dialed Donny’s number as I made my way to the parking lot. I inhaled the fresh morning air and put the call on speaker as I hopped into the driver’s seat. It rang four times before I reached the voicemail. Damn. “Hey Donny, just calling to check on you. I’m about to start my next shift, so I won’t be able to talk again until I’m off. I’ll reach out again soon. Take care.”
Hanging up, I threw my phone into the passengers seat and turned my car on. Pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road, I couldn’t stop thinking about Donny. I felt worried that something could have happened to him. Could Shane have done something to him? I shook my head. I can’t just jump to conclusions. I need to focus on getting through this shift and getting some sleep. Donny was probably sleeping. Until I got an update, there was no reason for me to be anxious about him. He wasn’t the one I had to worry about.
As I pulled in, I noticed the new girl’s car before sliding into my usual spot. I put the car in park and grabbed my phone. I was surprised to see that she was not only early but beat me to work. I smiled, grabbed my apron and hopped out of the car. I wasn’t a huge fan of surprises and it wasn’t often that I was proven wrong, especially when it came to people. Tying the thin black material around my waist, I checked my reflection and in the window and turned toward the cafe. I waved at a client in a red truck as they pulled out of the drive thru.
Putting on my best customer service smile, I pulled the sliding door, and smiled at Mavy as she tapped the screen and clocked in. She wore the uniform today—blue jeans and a tight v-neck. Her hair was half down, half up in a high ponytail and had small golden hoops in hear ears.Her black hair swung left and right as she grabbed her till and went to count it. I walked in and signed in on my till, clock in, I started my till before another client could pull up. We didn’t speak until we were both done. She placed hers in the register and froze. Inhaling deeply, she turned to face me, a knowing look in her eyes as her lips parted. Weird.
“Good morning,” I said with the happy voice I had reserved for my customers. Goddess. Doesn’t she know it’s weird to stare?
“M-morning,” she stuttered. Shaking her head, she returned my smile, but the look in her eyes changed.
“Are you ready for your second day on the job?” I asked.
Her eyes darted to my neck before she nodded. Yes, I know I smell like a whore house and no, I am not mated. It was just automatically expected. She-wolf having sex? Must be mated. Stripper? Must be a whore. Woman with a child? Must be married. Mother without a ring? Divorced. As if these things defined who we are and so what if I were a whore? What if I liked dick and didn’t want to settle down? What if I had a child and didn’t want the man? I could feel my anger rising but I tamped it down. There were silent expectations that society had, paranormal or human, you couldn’t escape it.
“Yes, I’m ready. I have to make mistakes to learn. How was your night? What do you do after work?” She asked. It was a touch nosy but I didn’t comment on it. As if sending the way my thoughts were leaning, she continued on before I could answer. “I only ask because I’m new to the area. Would love to know what I can do in town.”
“Uh.. it was good. I work a second job, so I sleep after this shift. I prefer staying home and catching up on sleep. As for going out? There really aren’t that many places around here.”
“Oh…” she trailed off. I hoped she didn’t ask me what I did, I didn’t want to talk about my night. She must have sensed this because she didn’t ask. Thank Goddess.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Oh, you know, nothing much. I tried out this place and went home. Nothing too exciting,” she said. The question bubbled up and before I realized, it tumbled out.
“What are you doing here? You don’t seem like someone who would like living in a small town,” I said. Before it could be misinterpreted, I continued. “You give major city vibes, so I thought I’d ask.” I wanted to apologize for being forward, but I didn’t like being asked questions about myself and there was something about her that felt familiar. As much as I hated it, I had already asked her questions and it was too late to go back now.
“I actually get that a lot. I didn’t always have… this much freedom. I’m sure I give off spoiled brat vibes too. We’re new to town, we travel a lot but I’m hoping we can stay here. I would love to put roots down. I’m definitely a city girl, but I’m tired of it. I just want to stay in one place. I’m tired of always run—I’m tired of always being on the move. Do I need this job? No, but I’d like to make friends and make this my home. I’m not used to working but I don’t want special treatment. My brother makes sure I’m treated like a Princess, but despite what he thinks, I just want to be treated like everyone else,” she whispers.
What do I say to that?
“No special treatment. Got it. It was hard when we first moved here but don’t worry, give it a bit of time and you’ll fit right in,” I said as reassuringly as possible.
Alpha Shane
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