Supreme Thy

Supreme Thy Chapter 6

Nate

Nate released a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He scooped up the papers in front of him, shuffled them into a small stack, and set them on the larger pile near the front corner of his desk.

Then moved onto the next pile.

His entire office was a mess. Paper upon paper, files upon files were practically consuming the floor. The room smelled like old documents and a copy machine. Even the leather couch along the wall held stacks of clutter.

Damn Marcus and his inability to keep a place organized.

Nate had easily stepped back into the business aspect of being Alpha. For the first few hours after he'd arrived, he'd moved effortlessly through documents, setting aside the less important ones and focusing on the vital information. But even the best businessman couldn't stand so much work in front of him.

About half an hour later, a knock sounded on the door. "Nathaniel? Honey, can I come in?"

Nate glanced at the huge stack of papers. Surely a little break wouldn't hurt anything? "Sure, Mom."

Theresa's long brown hair flowed gracefully behind her as she entered. She eyed the mess distastefully.

"How long have you been working?"

He glanced at his sleek Rolex. "Maybe six hours."

Damn.

"Is there anything else I can get you, Alpha?" she asked innocently, obviously having not seen Nate's intentions.

How about a date? Nate bit his tongue to keep himself in check.

"No, I think we're good," Marcus told her, though his gaze was set strictly on Nate. It was dripping with disappointment.

"Well, enjoy your breakfast." She gave them a small smile and danced off, hips swinging dangerously as she left. Goddess, if she knew what sinful thoughts were going through his head...

"You missed your chance," Marcus told him, as if it weren't obvious.

Nate stabbed his fingers into his hair. "I know.

Goddess, I'm so stupid."

Marcus bit his lip to keep back a taunt.

His mother threw a tender smile his way. "It's alright, Nathaniel. You'll get your chance." Her hazel eyes turned distant. "I remember when your father and I first touched. It was like beautiful fireworks..." She trailed off, reminiscing.

"I guess you'll just have to catch her when she comes back with the food. At least you found her." Marcus smirked. "I told you that you would."

The two brothers fist bumped.

The food came a few minutes later. To Nate's aggravation, it wasn't Claire who served it. Instead, the plates clattered in front of them, practically thrown down by a dirty blonde with a scowl permanently set onto her face. As she bowed her head, Nate caught her name tag. Sandy. Her name fit perfectly with her hair color.

Nate kept his eyes peeled for Claire, but she never showed.

Just once more. He only wanted to see her once more. Apparently, that was too much to ask. Her mouthwatering scent still wafted through the diner, telling him she was still here. Why wouldn't she come out from wherever she was hiding? Was she scared?

Was she too busy with other orders?

He barely touched his meal. His mind ran through ideas of how he could see her again. What excuse he could make to be able to make contact with her.

Before he knew it, his mother and brother practically dragged him out of the place. He only had time to pay the bill and throw down the biggest dollar bill he had for tip. The least he could do was reward her hard work with a decent tip. Maybe she could use it to buy Charlie a new toy or get some new clothes she probably needed.

Nate already wanted to buy the world for her. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure she was his mate.

Yet his wolf already wanted to do all he could to provide for her. At least a big tip kept his wolf satisfied for now.

Sooner or later, that wasn't going to be enough.