Alphas Bound By One

Going Home

              First, we met, and he just hoovers over me without helping or speaking to me. Then he walks me outside of a building to put me in a cab still without speaking. Now he was at the very same club as me and orders drinks for me and my friend without any words. I mean, did the man just not speak, to begin with? I continued to look around for Wyatt, so I could march up to him and give him a piece of my mind, but he was no longer at the bar. I looked around but unsuccessful in my attempt at finding him anywhere. I gave up my try at seeing him and just went back to dancing with my friend and downing drinks as they flow freely. I wanted to question where all the drinks were coming from, but then I had too many, and I couldn't get my mind to focus that clearly. I looked down at my watch and realized it was one in the morning. Damn it, I thought to myself, and I had an appointment at nine in the morning. I needed to get home and try to get some sleep.

"Hey, I have to get home. I have an early morning", I leaned in, telling Blake.

I didn't expect him to leave with me, and it was his time to celebrate. He just nodded at me and then pulled me in for a tight hug.

"Let me know you are home safe. I will call you tomorrow." Blake said as he kissed my forehead.

I nodded to let him know that I would and turned out of his embrace. It felt like someone was staring at me, so I scanned the club before heading for the door. I didn't find anyone that was intently looking at me.

               I turned back towards the door and headed outside. It was late, and there was more than a chill in the air. I stood on the sidewalk looking down the road, trying to find a cab to flag down. I needed to get home and in some warm clothes. It sounded like a growl had come from behind me, so I whipped around and saw nothing. I don't know what I expected to be standing there, but it was nothing. I had drunk more than I realized, I turned back towards the road and saw a dark shadow standing across the street. I shuddered when I saw it just standing there looking in my direction. I couldn't make anything out except the big out of the figure and then brown eyes piercing in my direction. Living in a dangerous city, I had been fortunate never to get attacked, but I was slowly starting to realize my luck had fun out. I took a step backward, and the dark figure took a step forward, though still entirely shadowed by the darkness. I was trying to calm my impaired brain to focus on the best reaction.

               I needed to know which way to run that would land me into safety and not a black alley. When I could no longer think, I quickly turned on my heel to run back into the club. Instead of running, I collided with what felt like the brick wall of the building. I was knocked back onto my ass and the rest of my body following along. I knew my head was going to smash against the concrete sidewalk, but the alcohol-impaired my reflexes, and I couldn't react. Then I felt my head hit something somewhat soft and struggled to focus on what was happening. When cold fingers came around the back of my neck, I knew what had happened. It was as if the cold touch cleared some of the fogginess of my alcohol-induced state, and I looked up to see Wyatt Dixon kneeling over me.

               I looked up into the dark blue eyes and couldn't stop myself from brushing the curly strand from his eyes so that I could have a better look. The moment my fingers made contact with his ear and then neck as I slowly pulled away from him, I saw Wyatt look away. I heard him grind his teeth together when I made contact with his skin, and I wasn't sure why, but I got the sense that I revolted him. It made me sick to my stomach to think a man as hot as Wyatt would instead grind his teeth than be touched by me. Even though he couldn't not seem to touch me, the thoughts were confusing and starting to cause a headache. I tried to pull out of his embrace so that I could get back onto my feet. Wyatt had other plans as he picked me up and cradled me in his arms and against his chest. Once he was back in a standing position, I saw him turn towards the street. My eyes darted across the street to where the figure was that I was trying to run from, the figure gone, and I couldn't help but think I had imagined it all.

"I can walk," I said, struggling against Wyatt's hold.

Wyatt didn't say anything to me, and he just embraced me tighter against his chest so that I couldn't struggle anymore. I went to protest when a black S.U.V. pulled up to the curb in front of us. Wyatt just held me as a man stepped out from behind the wheel and opened the door for us. Wyatt gently sat me in the back seat and then shut the door once he saw I was secure inside.

               I wasn't sure what was happening, but then a small panic started to rise in me, thinking back to what Blake had told me about Wyatt earlier tonight. The other back door opened, and Wyatt got into the seat behind me. Without a word, the driver pulled away from the curb and out into the crazy New York traffic.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked, turning to face Wyatt.

He didn't speak, nor did he turn to face me. I sat there staring at him, hoping that he would break the silence and tell me something. He, of course, didn't, and I forced to turn back into my seat. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but now I was pissed! All the alcohol I had consumed tonight fading away into a headache and leaving my mind in a blur. As if my mind being any fuzzier is what I need right now!

"You can either tell me what is going on or pull over and left me out!" I insisted.

Of course, Wyatt ignored me when I spoke, so I waited for the S.U.V. to stop at a light or hell, even a damn stop sign. I watched intently out the window to look for when we might be coming to a halt.