Page 21 of Driven By Dragonblood
Alpha.
Whoever—whatever—stood beyond Lockwood’s fence, it sure as hell wasn’t Doc Macaire, who’d been named as such by my beast earlier in the day.
“The fuck, man?” I asked, but the voice went silent, fading to the back of my mind along with the energy from outside.
Was I hallucinating?
I placed my hand on the glass, keeping out the night air and possibly the scent of my supposed female.
Ours.
Goddamned right she was, but my goddess was a figment of my imagination.
No.
“I’m having one hell of a dream.”
No.
Fucking insistent voice…I wasn’t right in the head.
Hell, maybe I was sleepwalking, and none of this was true.
Snorting at myself, I turned away, creeping across my room to retrieve the soiled blanket at the foot of my bed for yet another load of spunk. Cleaned up and cock sated for the moment, I crawled back onto the hard mattress, reminding myself that come morning, I was out of here.
I imagined her waiting for me. Arms open, golden tresses shifting in the breeze, amber eyes promising she was as enamored with me as I’ve been with her since I first saw her in my dreams.
Maybe Doc Macaire would walk me out and we would meet the woman together.
A deeply rumbled purr-like sound settled in my chest, and I closed my eyes, willing sleep to take me so the hours would pass quickly.
I stepped outside into the spring sunrise, my stomach full of crappy cafeteria breakfast, a bag of my belongings in hand, and a grin on my face even though I stood alone. DocMacaire hadn’t shown up to see me off, and I was basically tossed out by the administration without further instruction.
My parents hadn’t been in the lobby, nor were they waiting for me in the parking lot, thank fuck. They had been informed of my release, but even if Mom and Dad had been here, I didn’t have any intention of speaking to either of them ever again.
They’d rejected me time and again, so why bother pushing for the love I longed for, yet they denied me at every turn?
I glanced at the fence I’d stared at the night before while busting the nut of the century, but the surety of some invisible force watching for me to exit the hospital the second visiting hours started for the day was absent. Regardless of the faint fall of my heart, my smile remained as I strode down the paved entrance and exited Lockwood’s manned gate.
I was a free man—and it was time to do whatever the fuck I wanted.
But I sensed I would need my golden goddess and a stoic, domineering doctor in my bed to truly live.
For a solid fifteen minutes, I stood on the sidewalk and waited, scanning my surroundings—waiting. No one seemed to take note of me, no one cared I was newly released. No one approached, caught, or held my gaze.
No ripple of energy from the previous two nights fromherlicked at my skin, and my grin slowly faded as disappointment settled over my shoulder, turning my gut to rock.
Had I imagined the sensations of whatever the fuck it was calling out to me with potent lust? Perhaps the dry spell toyed with my brain, causing me to see and sense things that weren’t real.
Like the wings beneath the skin on my back.
No.
Lips pursed, I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing deeply until my lungs ached with the need to expel the air.
Reality lay before me,notin the recesses of my mind where the voice whispered shit that got me into trouble.
I turned my back on where I would have bet money someone had watched me last night, away from Doc Macaire’s place of employment, and headed toward a small cafe that promised real coffee, not the shit served in Lockwood’s cafeteria. Order placed, I retrieved my cell phone Nurse Yum Yum had charged for me overnight, as well as one of the caramel candies she’d tossed into my bag. Since I was determined to start my life over, I deleted every message thread from before I’d been hospitalized.
