Page 10 of The Alpha Dire Wolf
Eighteen unread text messages.
Those were the notifications I read. All of them from Caidyn.
I swiped away the calls. No way in hell was I calling him back, even less after everything that had happened since he’d dropped his bomb about cheating on me. A quick read of his text messages had me rolling my eyes.
We need to talk.
I need my stuff back.
Where are you?
Why are you ignoring me?
I want to see you tonight so we can talk about this.
“Talk about what, asshole? How you cheated on me?” I clicked on his messages, so he could see I’d read them, and then I left it that way.
Dick.
Pausing at the bottom of the hill, I glanced back up at the gravesite, where my grandma was now buried next to her husband, reunited once more. I had barely known my grandfather and had no real memories of the man. He’d passedwhen I was only four. But by all accounts, he was a great guy, and I was happy my grandmother would be back with him. She deserved it.
A little to the right, I caught a glimpse of my parents’ gravestones. I stared at them, trying to decide if I should go up there and say a few words.
But what would I say? Now wasn’t the time. I needed peace. Not to dig up more old memories.
And just as I decided to go, all the hairs on my neck rose at once followed by a shiver that worked its way down my spine from vertebra to vertebra. Just like at the funeral home.
I was being watched.
Pivoting on my right foot, I slowly scanned the cemetery. Maybe this time I could pinpoint who thought they could spy on me without me knowing.
There. I caught them.
Between two large tombstones and under the branches of one of the massive trees that dotted the graveyard, he stood with his thick arms crossed, stretching tight the long-sleeve black, white, and gold flannel shirt that he had rolled up to his elbows. He had big aviator-style sunglasses obscuring much of his face and a plain black ballcap pulled low to hide his features. All I could see were his bearded jaw and the long light-brown hair pulled back down his neck.
That and the sheer musculature of him. He was jacked—thick biceps and, just visible under the rolled sleeves, huge corded forearm muscles.
He didn’t move when I zeroed in on him. Didn’t duck for cover or slide out of view. He let himself be seen.
Who the hell are you?I definitely did not know anyone with that sort of body and size, not in this town.
Nearly fifteen years and puberty changes people, though. It’s possible I knew him. Once. But not now.
I ignored the stupid, baser part of me that wanted to add thoughts about getting to know him. Today was not the day for that.
After a few moments of staring at one another, long enough for him to show that he was letting himself be seen, he turned and casually walked to a black truck parked behind him. He slid behind tinted windows and then was gone.
Tinted and lifted. Just like the red truck from earlier that had cut me off and nearly killed me.
Was this the same guy watching me back at the funeral home? It stood to measure it was.
So who the hell was he? And why was he watching me of all people?
Chapter Five
Sylvie
Gravel under the tires announced that I was finally back. Stifling a yawn, I carefully put the car in park before bending over the steering wheel and taking a minute purely for myself.
