Not ordinary
450 Words
Bryce's POV
I strode back to my car, parked discreetly down the street. My beta, Ryder, raised an eyebrow as I slipped into the driver's seat.
"Everything okay, Alpha?" Ryder asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
I nodded, starting the engine. "Just a minor detour."
Ryder's gaze lingered on me. "You didn't exactly look like you were in control back there."
I shot him a warning glance. "I was."
Ryder's expression turned thoughtful. "You know, Alpha, you don't usually intervene in human affairs. What changed?"
I didn't answer. Ryder knew better than to press me.
As we drove away, my mind replayed the encounter. Her fear, her courage, and those captivating green eyes. Something about her drew me in, made me abandon caution.
Ryder's voice broke the silence. "You know, Alpha, you've been stuck in your comfort zone for too long. Maybe this is exactly what you need."
I glared at him. "This isn't about me, Ryder. It's about protecting an innocent."
Ryder's smirk suggested he didn't believe me.
I pushed aside the unsettling feeling that Ryder might be right. My focus needed to remain on the pack, not some intriguing human.
But Her face lingered in my mind, refusing to be dismissed.
I couldn't shake Her image from my mind. Her vulnerability, her strength, and those piercing green eyes. It had been a long time since I'd felt such a strong connection.
As Alpha, I'd learned to control my emotions, prioritize the pack's needs above my own. But Her presence awakened something deep within me.
Ryder's words echoed in my thoughts: "Maybe this is exactly what you need."
Was it possible? Could this human be the one to break through my defenses?
I pushed aside the distracting thoughts, focusing on the road ahead. My responsibilities as Alpha wouldn't let me indulge in personal desires.
Upon arriving at the pack's estate, I retreated to my study, seeking solitude. The fire crackled, casting shadows on the walls.
My mind wandered back to Her. What was her story? What drove her?
I picked up my phone, dialing Ryder's number.
"Ryder, dig up everything on Her," I ordered.
"Already on it, Alpha," Ryder replied. "But be warned: she's not just any human."
My curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
"That's need-to-know, Alpha. Her name is Laura. For now, let's just say Laura's life is more complicated than it seems."
I growled, impatient. "Tell me."
Ryder hesitated before speaking. "She's connected to the Smithson family."
My grip on the phone tightened. The Smithsons were influential, with ties to the supernatural world.
"Keep digging," I commanded.
As I hung up, a realization struck me: Laura was no ordinary human. And I was no ordinary werewolf.
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