Page 3 of Her Bully Alpha

My mind traveled to Henrik's sister and I wondered what she was doing now. I hadn't seen her since she was eighteen. Henrik said she moved out of their house as quickly as she could and didn't look back.

I remembered how she admitted her feelings for me, and I had been stunned. And then I laughed. It was cruel, but we could never be anything. She was a small human that couldn't defend herself. I knew she would only live life regretting a life with me. She would never amount to someone powerful, someone who could handle the pain of being a ruler.

I shook my head and tried to focus. She wasn't my problem, and I shouldn't have thought about her anyway. I had more important things on my plate, more pressing issues than the past.

The meeting ended an hour later, and Henrik and I headed outside. We decided to stay back a little longer. Henrik looked at the letter he received, and I could see his mind was churning.

"Who do you think it is?" he asked, looking up at me. "Who do you think you got mated with?"

"No idea," I said, shoving my hands into my pocket. "But I'll find out pretty soon."

Henrik laughed, folding his letter and shoving it back into his pocket. "I'm surprised you aren't rushing to get back home. I thought you had a mountain of paperwork."

I did, but I didn't know when I would see him again. Since we both took on our roles, we only saw each other on rare occasions.

"I do."

Henrik sighed as he leaned against the building, crossing his arms. He looked over the bare parking lot and grunted. "Crazy to think this is where we are now."

I glanced at him and nodded. When we were younger, we had looked forward to being Alphas. We hadn't realized how much work it was until we got into the positions.

"Well, I have to get home." Henrik patted my shoulder. "Chat with you later."

I watched Henrik walk away, and I glanced over at my truck. I knew I should get home and get started with my paperwork. Maybe it would get my mind off of everything.

I could only hope.

Chapter 2 - Sam

"I'm just getting in the door," I laughed as I stepped into my house, flicking the light on. It was bright, and I winced as I slipped my purse off, setting it on my side table. Did I grab the mail yet?

I rubbed my eyes. After the long day, having a drink after work was probably the wrong call, but I needed to unwind. "I told you I would be fine getting home by myself."

"I just wanted to make sure that you got home okay. You were pretty buzzed when you left." Joshua said through my phone and I groaned in response.

I knew I would have a headache tomorrow, but it was worth it. I was glad I went out with everyone and enjoyed myself. We always worked so hard, and it was nice to relax and unwind every once in a while.

"Joshua, I'm okay. I had a great time tonight. It was nice to let loose and just enjoy myself. I didn't drive. My house was just a block away from the restaurant."

I paused as I stepped back to shut the door and glanced at my mailbox. Had I grabbed my mail? Was there anything in it when I stopped here really quickly after work? "You have a good night. I'll see you at work."

Joshua sighed. "Sounds good. Talk with you later, Sam. Let me know if you need anything."

I ended the line and sighed as I flipped my mailbox lid up. I grabbed the letters inside and did a quick glance through them. My fingers froze as soon as I saw the stamp, and my heart stopped beating.

The wolf Council was requesting my attention tomorrow.

Shit.

It wasn't something I could ignore either. They had power over everyone, including humans. I was never free, even if I no longer lived by the pack code.

My fingers tightened on the letter, and I felt sick. My stomach twisted up, and I bit hard onto my cheek. Would I ever really be free? A question I already knew the answer to.

I had worked hard to separate myself from the pack to get away from my past and everything in it. So why the hell did they want me now? After all these years, why now?

I turned, walked inside, and shut the door behind me. I locked it and leaned against the door, staring at the letter. I should have known it was coming. I had visions about this, about me getting this letter.

I just figured they were weird dreams. And if they were ever going to request my attention, it was going to be because I made a name for myself. I knew the chances of that were slim....but still.

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