Page 22 of Her Bully Alpha

She nodded. “I know…but it’s different to read about it and be told it’s an issue rather than to see it, and know the actual details behind it.” She frowned. “I didn’t realize that you guys were all suffering so much.” She chewed on her lower lip. “I guess I always told myself it wasn’t a huge issue when it was.”

I felt my heart skip a beat, my desire pitching up higher.

Change the subject.

"So, do you have plans today?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't. Nothing important, just needed to do laundry."

"Great," I said as I grabbed the milk out.

Her eyes snapped away from her book once more, and she scowled. "Why?" her voice dropped lower, almost like she was unsure of what I wanted. I couldn't fault her for that, considering the last two events we went to. But she seemed to have fun at Nessa's house after she relaxed a little.

"I need to make a trip up to see your brother. I have some business to discuss with him, and I figured maybe you would like to go." I didn't really have any business with him, but I thought it would be a good idea for her to get out. Sam had been living in my house for almost a month now, and I knew she hadn't visited her brother.

Her eyebrows went up slightly, and she looked stunned. "Really?"

I nodded. "It's a nice day, and the drive is only an hour and a half."

She seemed to perk up and set her book aside. "Well, I need to shower and change then." She took a deep sip of her coffee before hurrying out of the room. I couldn't help but smile, watching her get flustered about this.

Twenty minutes later, we were on the road. It was quiet, and I pointed to the stereo. "Do you have a station you want to play?"

She chewed on her cheek for a moment before she turned it to a different station. The music was soft, and she leaned back in her seat, taking in the scenery. "What beautiful weather."

I glanced out the window. We were mid-summer, and it was just a little below eighty degrees outside. It was warm but not hot outside. The flowers were in full bloom, and everything was a lush green. We had a good season.

"It is."

She glanced at me. "What season is your favorite?"

I shrugged. "I don't really have one."

She tapped her hands on her legs. "Because you like them all equally?"

I shook my head. "I don't think I've ever thought about it."

She leaned her chair back and gave me a side glance. "Well, we have time. Think about it. I like fall. It's warm, but it's also cold at times. And when their colors change, you get those reds and oranges mixing together. And the smells. Ohhhh, it's wonderful. Cinnamon and spice mixed together."

She looked outside the window. "My brother and I would run in the leaves when we had to clean them up. We would make a big pile and just jump in."

I glanced at her. "When you guys cleaned them? Didn't you have workers?"

She shook her head. "We only had a couple of maids, and not a lot of them stuck around. People didn't like taking orders from my mother."

I frowned, knowing it was because her mother had been a human.

She softly smiled. "We had one maid. Miss Fretchin. She was a sweet lady, and she cleaned really well. She stayed for a long time. But she ended up leaving because she was getting too old to work." She glanced at me, resting her head on her hands. "I'm guessing you didn't have chores growing up?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I had lessons. I didn't have time between those, school and activities."

She shrugged. "Every family is different."

It would appear so. "What else don't I know about you?" I asked.

I quickly learned that Sam knew how to play piano. She learned at a young age, and it was some quality time she had spent with her mother. We both loved spicy food but needed milk to have it. Sam enjoyed reading and spending time outside. She liked gardening and renovating. She loved being creative.

"What is your ideal day?" Sam asked, her eyes looking at me curiously now.

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