Alphas lost mate

Mistereous stranger...

Natale POV.

My drive home took its usual twenty minutes.

It was uneventful as usual. There was rarely anything unusual happening in our town.

Everyone lived their cooky cutter life or pretended to live it so none could guess what s**t was stirring in their life.

Most of their free time was spent gossiping, then they would gossip some more about the person they gossiped with a moment before and repeated everything the next day.

It was kinda sad actually, everything in their lives revolved around other people's opinions of them. It is sad that your life purpose is to fulfill someone else's idea of what you should do, of what is normal for a person.

But hell... I'm the one to speak.

I have spent the last 3 years trying to find a path for myself. I have been having anxiety and panic attacks but they rarely revolved around other people's opinions. It was more about my own beliefs and fear of failure.... of failing myself... failing my parents... so maybe I have more in common with them than I first thought.

I walked up the stairs to the small apartment I was renting from Miss Flowers.

Merry Flowers owns a small antique store on the first floor, for I think the last thirty or forty years?

She is a nice old lady, she offered me a job at her store, but I couldn't force myself to take it. Especially when I know that she really does not need more employees.

The apartment I rent is a small one-bedroom apartment, with a tiny kitchen and an even tinnier bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

Yes, the walls needed some paint, most of the kitchen appliances didn't work and the bathroom was on the verge of death, but it was mine. Well, at least for now, it was a space that I felt safe in and it was my safe heaven.

I left my shoes by the door and walked into the main living space and left my stuff there.

All I wanted to do now was go to bed and sleep, but I needed a shower first and god knows I won't take it in the morning.

The biggest problem with my new job was that I had to wake up early. But, early and me, we didn't mix well.

I will miss breakfast for a few minutes of sleep and if I do get up it takes me almost an hour to be a decent human being to begin with.

So yeah... shower today.

I stood under the stream of hot water for a few minutes, just letting the hot water wash away the stress.

I know that I have around four minutes of hot water left, but my mind was buzzing from today's events and this was the only way that I knew how to stop my head from spinning.

But there was one thing that even hot water couldn't wash away... and it was the man I saw earlier in the coffee shop.

I'm not sure why, but there was something about him that drew me to him.

There was this feeling that... that...

Fuck...

I don't know how to describe it.

I released a low sight and finished showering.

It felt nice to let my hair air dry as I made myself a sandwich for dinner.

I sat down on the beet up dark green couch that occupied most of the living room and began eating...

The book that I left on the couch last night lured me into reading it, but I knew if I started reading it again I would put off sleeping and that wasn't something I could let myself do now.

The sexy rake that was seducing a young wallflower was looking at me from the cover and the look on his face promised some spicy scenes that would make the wallflower beg for mercy and bring me to orgasm.

No, Natale!

You know that you have to work tomorrow and there is no time to read today.

I looked at the sexy rake one last time, stood up and left the room before I dived into the book I knew would bring me pleasure.

I went to bed and the last thought before my consciousness slipped away was of the man from the coffee shop.

It was no surprise that my dreams were filled with dark eyes, strong hands and flannel shirts.

This man... he had some kind of a spell on me.

I rushed to work and made it just in time. Jasmin was unlocking the back door as I reached the coffee shop.

"Morning, Natale."

"Morning, boss."

Jasmin chuckled at my statement.

"Well... I was never called that. It sounds weird."

I just smiled and went on to get ready for the day.

I began doing the morning tasks Jasmin asked me to do yesterday as she prepared the coffee machines and the cash register for the day.

"Why don't you help me with the cash register in the morning rush? You worked with a cash register before?"

"Okay, yes."

"Good, so this should be easy. You will ring them up and I will make coffee."

"Okay..."

And so my second day began. I rang up customers. Jasmin made coffee and all seemed to be going well.

Around ten o'clock the rush died down and only a few regulars wandered in. As I was about to ask Jasmin if she had more tasks for me, I heard the front door open and he walked in.

He looked just as hot and mysterious as yesterday.

He walked up to the counter not lifting his gaze from the phone in his hand, not paying attention to his surroundings, but stepping around every optical in his path.

That was impressive.

He stopped in front of the counter I was standing behind. He lifted his head and I saw the very same dark eyes that were hunting my dreams last night. I couldn't find the words to ask him for his order. So I just stood there for a moment, staring at his eyes like a fish out of the water.

His dark eyes captured mine for a moment.

And I thought that I would faint or do something similarly disgraceful.

"What... what will be your order, sir?"

When the words Sir left my mouth, the corners of his lips lifted. I felt my cheeks heat from embarrassment, I was about to... well I wasn't sure what I was going to say or do, but none of those things would have been coherent.

"A large black coffee with no sugar or cream."

His low voice did things to my body that I never thought were possible.

"Yes, Sir... it will be two fifty."

The man nodded, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he laid a twenty on the counter.