Bonded With An Alpha

Is he Real?

Alvia's POV

Walking home from the subway, I unconsciously anticipate a dramatic event, probably him walking behind me or something. But nothing happens, as much as I claim not to care I find myself getting sad that he doesn't come for me. I still have faith, perhaps he is waiting in my apartment.

I hurriedly walk to my apartment, still no Deacon. I meet an old weary cat at my entrance. I shove it away from the way, I give her a piece of my dinner and she hoofs off.

I should call him.

Shit, I don't have his contact. C'mon Alvia, how can you not have your 'mate's' number. I have no address.

"The internet" I squeal like a baby

I quickly take a shower, put on my grey pyjamas and head for my computer. I feel this surge of excitement run down my spine.

I check the good old f*******: first, I found nothing. I proceed to i********:, still nothing. I check twitter, Snapchat, tumblr, all the media apps I could think of, I couldn't find a thing. Like he doesn't exist.

How can someone at this age not have an account somewhere, probably one he made by mistake or one he abandoned. He should have something, anything at least.

I've always wanted him off my chest and now not seeing him for just a day is making me anxious

I went on to research how to summon werewolves. I was that desperate and trust the Internet, she gives me something for my desperation.

I begin to scroll down from one blog to another, post to another.

I eventually find something I can work it.

"Close your eyes, shut out all distractions and focus and he'll come to you " I read aloud

"Okay, okay. I can do this" I inhale deeply. I close my laptop, put off the music blasting from my speaker. I put off all distractions according to the write up.

I also put off the light, incase Deacon gets shy

What if I summon the wrong werewolf?

"No, no. The right one will come" I reassure myself

I shut my eyes, focusing on nothing in particular, I keep my eyes shut

I continue like that and about twenty minutes passed.

I keep on focusing and the only thing I begin to hear are my bowels growling. I try to ignore them, eyes still shut

My bowels continue growling and I quickly remember I have Chinese I haven't eaten and that is what my stomach is making noises for

I stop the whole summoning dilly-dally and I grab my food and eat while watching a movie.

My phone buzz and I hurriedly pick it up thinking it'll be a text from my 'mate', but it was Miley apologising for standing me up.

"Hey, babe. Sorry I couldn't show up today. I owe you one"

I send a fake angry emoji "I understand. You definitely owe me, love you girl"

I have an early class tomorrow so it'd be safer if I sleep early.

I set an earlier alarm for tomorrow and sink into my bed

I get up finally after I shunned my alarm several times. I am already late so I take a shower in like seconds, I pick a casual dress and some flats and take off

I take longer strides interchanging regularly with some jogs, I have to keep up.

I meet the bus narrowly.

This particular morning bus fills up fast so all the seats are taken. I have no choice but to stand, it sure isn't comfortable but it's better than being late

I get to class quite on time but I couldn't listen as Miley keeps buzzing my phone with message notifications. She finally decides to take the day off

For as long as I can remember, I've always suggested that she takes a break from her acutely fatiguing job but she'd always give one excuse or the other. She couldn't attend her granny's funeral because of this job, she missed her mom's birthday ceremony because of this same job.

So I am elated that she has gathered the courage to do it now but I am quite disturbed that she took the day off just to distort my day

"For the last time b***h, I'm in a class. Do something else fun. Take a walk, I hear Mayfair has good relaxation spots, go there. Just stop blowing up my phone" I send a voice message after ignoring more than a hundred notifications from her

"Fine whatever. When will you be done with all the classes?" She replies

Luckily for both of us, my classes for the day are few.

About 2 hours from now. I text her

She sends crazy emojis as she reads it .

Beautiful, beautiful!

I'll see you then.

We have alottt to talk about.

I read her text and try to concentrate. I zone out towards the end of the class as I was thinking of the "alottt" Miley has to talk about. It'll probably be about some guy or her colleagues or a new restaurant. The list is endless when it comes to her

Or does she know about Deacon? Wait! Does she know about Deacon? I begin to panic. She's gonna be mad at me for keeping it from her.

No,no. I'm just being paranoid. She can't possibly know about him or can she?

She has been obsessed about werewolves theory for a long time now. What if she has found something? What if she knows I'm to be bonded to a werewolf.

I am too deep in thoughts to realise that I am mumbling words already

"Miss Wellton, is there a problem?" I hear from a distance

"Miss Wellton. Miss Wellton!" The tutor upbraids dragging me back to the present

Startled and a bit embarrassed, I jump up from my seat hoping she hadn't been calling my name for long

"Yes ma'am" I reply. I pray she doesn't ask for her last sentence cause it'll be over for me. I have no idea what the topic for the day is not to talk of what she has been discussing

"Are you part of the class? You seem distraught "

"Yes ma'am, I'm listening" I lie. I hope it stops here

"Alright, you may have your seat"

"Thank you ma'am" I exhale sharply and sit down

"That was close" I mumble

It's been two days and Deacon is still not here. I try harder to take my mind off him

What if he isn't real to begin with? What if it is all in my mind?

Why am I having these thoughts? I can still remember the stinging feeling when our bodies touched. I can still remember the magnetic pull, I can still remember how I feel anytime I sense him. He is real. He is definitely real.

I zone out again, this time I'm not caught luckily.

I begin replaying every scene from the first day in my head. Is there a clue somewhere on where to find him? Did he code a statement expecting me to decode it leading me to him.

His last statement was "We'll see." There's nothing to decrypt there, or is there?

I think about him through out the remaining classes I have and I got more and more paranoid.

Classes are over and immediately Miley calls me saying she is at the gate.

I have to take off all these cynical feelings. I don't want to give Miley more reasons to see that I am anxious.

I spot her car, I walk towards it, breathing in and out, practising fake smiles. I really hope she doesn't see through my facade and notice I have something on my mind

"Hey girrrrl" she says dragging me in for a really tight hug

"I've been waiting here for almost an hour, I've missed you so much. Sorry I've been MIA, work was stressing the f**k out of me." She goes on

"I have today and tomorrow to get better " she continues raising her hands in the air making an inverted comma

"That's my girl, I'm proud of you"

You can call me the bad influence in her life I don't care. She needed the break and I taught her how to get it easily

"A new food store just opened, I wanted to drive there. You coming along right?" She asks.

The question is definitely a rhetorical one because the only correct answer was yes

I jump into her car and we drive off

"I found new leads on my research, but that'll be for later. I don't want to bore you with the boring details" she says

What boring details? I'm f*****g interested. My life has been turned upside down because of one werewolf and you say its a boring conversation?

Hell nah, I want all the details on it.

I try to keep calm, not to show too much excitement or anxiety

"Um.. You sure? I've heard more boring things today. This can't be that bad" I say hoping it is strong enough to make her spill all she has found

"Did you know Mayfair has always had a zoo, at the outskirts" she deflects

I fake interest. "Really? Should we go there?"

"Yeah of course. Whenever you are ready"

She swirls the car wheels turning abruptly to the next street making the car tyres screech on the road.

"How was work? How is annoying Karen?" I ask and we both laugh

She plays music from the stereo and amplifies it once it got to her favourite playlist.

We sing along louder and drive off heading to the new food store