The Alpha’s Guardian

Chapter 6

Over the next few weeks, Brad and I form this sudo-type of relationship. We do not discuss anything serious, just get together and you know. We do sometime meet to hangout during the weekends, but other than those times I rarely see him. The same with my roommate. I see her here and there and sometimes at night when we are both in the room, but we are both so busy we are never in the same place.

Before I know it two months have passed. I am sitting in common room of our suite taking the first real break I have had in a while. Brad is gone for tonight. He has some pack meeting with his father. I do not feel like going out to any bars or parties. I just plan to stay in and watch TV and sleep. Beth has yet to return from classes, so it is just me. I am starting doze off on the coach when I hear someone banging on our door.

I jump and move towards the door. I have no idea who it can be, Brad always calls before he comes over and Beth has a key. I open the door and see a striking man. He is tall with board shoulders and black hair and grey eyes. I have never seen grey eyes before. I always thought they were something romance novels create to add drama. Seeing them in real life, they do indeed cause drama. He is dressed is a dark suit and has the shiniest shoes I have ever seen. Like Beth I don’t sense anything from him either, except rage. He has a simmering rage and longing. It is odd.

“May I help you?” I ask him.

“Yes, I am looking for Bethany George.”

“She not here right now, anything I can do?”

He looks over me and surveys the room, like I am hiding her under the table or something. I am about to close the door on him when I hear a very angry Beth from the hallway.

“Brain, what the hell are you doing here?”

The tall man turns abruptly and faces a furious Beth.

“I have come to discuss with you when you are going home.”

Beth crosses her arms and stares daggers at him, “I have already told you once that I am not going home. I have at least 4 more years till I have my doctorate and then maybe I will go back.”

“That was not what was agreed to when you came out here.” Brain tells her. I know I should shut the door and let them have their privacy, but this is like one of those soup operas my aunt watches. Full of drama and beautiful people.

“I don’t care what was agreed too. I have decided to get my doctorate. You can tell my father to back off and let me be.”

Brain heaves a deep sigh and runs his hand through his hair. “Ms. George.”

“Beth,” she grates between her teeth. “My name is Beth or have you forgotten.”

“Beth,” he tries again. “Your family is worried about you.”

Beth softens for a moment, “Just my family?”

“You know I am worried about you too. Ms. George, Beth, please. You know you have responsibilities at home.”

She angrily pushes past him and enters the room. I step back to give her space. She turns and looks at Brian.

“My father’s plans are not my responsibility. Go home Brian, I do not want to see you around anymore.” He words are like an order. Firm and complete. Brian looks to me and then back at Beth. He looks defeated and sad.

“I will do as you say.”

She nods and slams the door in his face.

“Ex-boyfriend?” I ask her.

“Something like that,” she tells me. “He used to be my best friend and now he is just some lackey for my father.”

“Is your family in the mafia or something?”

Beth chuckles. “No, just very rich, very powerful and don’t worry completely legal.”

I nod, a bit relieved as well. “So, they want you to come home and do what?”

She shakes her head. “They want me to join the family business. I don’t want to do that. I want to be a physiatrist and help people. Not order people about.” I wait for her to clarify about her family, but she just stares down at her feet.

“Family business?” I ask. “What is the family business?”

“What is not the family business may be easier to answer.” She laughs the answer to me. But the tone is not joyous or happy but sad and bitter. We stand in silence for a couple of seconds.

Finally, I decide I can’t stand the silence anymore. “I understand that feeling. My father is the leader of the town I am from, and he wants me to marry the appropriate man and have the appropriate life. I want to be a lawyer and protect the people not just pop out babies.”

Beth laughs. “Family, right?”

I smile that she is looking a bit better. “Yep, Family.”

Beth looks around the room and I think she is trying to see if Brad is hiding in my room or something, “Any plans for tonight?” she asks.

“Nope, quiet night at home.”

“You want to order a pizza and binge watch bad realty TV.”

I laugh at her, “That sounds great.”

A half an hour later a steaming Ingleside pizza is sitting on the coffee table in front of the coach, and we are watching some beautiful people with more plastic than real body parts scream at each other while strutting across the room. We laugh and joke and it is a wonderful relaxing night. Neither of us talk about our families.