Unknowing Alpha Episode 6


I squint at the rays of sunlight peeking in through the blinds. The clock on my phone says I overslept. What did I expect anyway? I spent the whole night thinking of Camille Paxton and her relationship with Alpha, or should I say Logan? It’s plain that he’s hiding something from me. And try as I might, I can’t decipher what it is.

I can feel myself unknowing the Alpha I struggled to know. Flinging off my blanket, I step out of bed. An object smashes its way through my window, making my heart sink.

“What the hell!” I shriek. Heart pounding, I approach the window and find a fist-sized stone on the floor. Paralyzed with fear, I toss my gaze out of the window and sweep my eyes around, but there is no one in sight.

I shove off my fear, throw on my pajamas jacket and exit the house. Cautious as a serpent, I circle the house in search of anything questionable. Finding nothing out of place, I conclude a juvenile kid had thrown the stone. There’s nothing to worry about My worry subsides as I return to my room and prepare for school. Damn whoever wants to ruin my day.

Mum and dad are out on vacation, reliving their honeymoon for the eighteenth time. Once upon a time, I thought my being alone would be fun. But mum and dad are barely even one day away and I’m starting to wish they never left.

Done preparing for school, I strap on my backpack and exit the house. My face pales at the sight before me. With each faltering step I take toward the object of my terror, I pray this is just a dream. But it’s not. Fragments of glass camp around my mustang, leaving empty spaces where windows should be.

A bitter taste spreads around the back of my throat. Eyes glistening, I halt a few steps away from my ruined car and try not to cry. It’s just a car. I was starting to get tired of it anyway. Daddy will let me drive his, or get me a new one. But how did this happen? Wasn’t I here while ago, just before preparing for school? Who could have done this? Someone’s after me.

The stone was no carelessness from a child, but a threat from whoever is after me. He’d hanged around and destroyed my car while I showered. A chill shoots up my spine, freezing everything in its path. Goose bumps litter my otherwise smooth skin. I know this is cliché, but I know this feeling all too well.

I am being watched. Although there’s no one in sight, I know better than to stay a minute longer, leaving myself vulnerable to my attacker. I dash inside the house and shut the door. My footsteps pound the floor as I race to my room. Grabbing my phone, I dial dad’s number. I know it’s probably switched off, but what’s the harm in trying?

“Congratulations,” dad’s voicemail greeting says. “You’ve reached the right person. But unfortunately, you got me at a wrong time. Be sure to leave a message after the beep.”

Although I’d seen this coming, I scream out in frustration. I sob into the phone.

“Dad, please come home. Someone is trying to kill me.” I stiffen as I end the call. I could have sworn I heard the footsteps of a surreptitious intruder. I cock an ear at the door, and there the footsteps are.

Chest heaving, I wrap my fingers around the thing nearest to me; a flower vase. Grabbing it with both hands, I glue my body to the wall and wait for the intruder. It doesn’t take long for the door to fling open. I pounce, smashing his head with the vase. Prying open the eyes I didn’t realize were squeezed shut, I attempt to flee, but the person before me stops me cold. Alpha. Or is it Logan?

Fresh blood tickles down the side of his face, thanks to you-know-who. But why is he here?

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I could never have thought my day would be so eventful. Just great. I can’t help the glister in my eyes as I gawk at Alpha. He drives casually as though the girl sitting beside him didn’t burst his head with a vase a few moments ago. He’s calm and unaffected as though he’d already planned to start his day with a bandage around his head.

“Alpha, you should just let me drive.” It hurts to look at him. Although he tries to hide it, I can see he’s in pain.

“I’m in one piece,” he says. “Unlike the vase.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Remind me to never come uninvited,” he says. “Next time, who knows, it could be a knife.”

“I’m sorry.” He smiles.

“I could never have guessed I had a kickass Beta.”

“Why did you come over?” I ask. “I wasn’t expecting you.” He shrugs.

“I just had a crazy feeling to check on you.”

“Thank you,” I say. He nods.

Grunting, he shuts his eyes. When he reopens them, I see the raw pain he tries to hide.

“You’re in a very bad state,” I say. “We should go to the hospital. School can wait.” He stays silent. “Alpha, are you listening to me? Your health is more important.”

“Your life is,” he says. “I need to know what happened. Who was at your place this morning?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I didn’t see him. When I got out of bed, a stone came flying through the window. And then the damage on my car. I’m just so scared. I don’t know what to do.”

“Please stay calm,” he says “Everything will be fine.”

KindlyI nod. I want to share his faith, but I can’t look past the threat hovering in the air around me.

“I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt me.”

“It could be some juvenile kids, some random psycho, or someone you’ve offended in a way.” I scowl at him.

“I don’t go around offending people.”

“I’m not saying you do,” he says. It’s great to know my ears no longer function properly. “If you had a crazy ex, I’d assume this was his doing.” I roll my eyes at his insinuation. None of the guys I’ve been with are crazy enough to want to hurt me.

“Talking about exes,” I say. “How many girlfriends have you had?” Alpha seems offended.

“Why does this come up?”

“Well, because if I’m dating someone, I should at least know a thing or two about him. So how many are they?” He doesn’t speak. “Five? Ten? Twen…” Clenching his teeth, he squeezes the steering wheel. I make a mental note to work on his anger issues once I live through this.

“None,” he says.

“Don’t shit with me,” I say. Only a fool would believe that a heartthrob like Alpha has never had a girlfriend.

“None,” he repeats, his voice rising like the waves of the sea.

“And Camille? Who is she? Why does she call you Logan? Is that your name and not Alpha? What secrets do you hide from me, Alpha Jordan? Who really are you?”

“I promise to answer your questions, Beta. But not now. When the time comes, I’ll tell you every…”

“Now’s the time, Alpha,” I say. “I demand to know everything. Hell! I feel like I don’t even know you at all. Who the heck is Camille?” Leaving my questions unanswered, he pulls over in the lot.

“What exactly are you hiding, Logan Paxton?” I ask.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? You were fine with it when Camille called you Logan.”

“But you know that’s not…” I shake my head.

“No. Truth is I don’t even know you anymore.” I know without a doubt that I’m slowly losing him, and what hurts the most is he’s not even trying to save our relationship. It’s barely even three days and this is happening. I should never have followed my heart.

I climb out of the car and slam the door. As expected, he makes no attempt to come after me. Dejectedly, I storm off into the building.

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