A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 90

The semester which began not so long ago was almost in the middle now. The days were flying, and I was barely keeping up. This time last year, I was the sole guardian of my son Zion, with a little help from Diya's parents, and yet I had my life under control. Now I had Aaron and his siblings, Lionel, Diya and her family helping with him, and yet I barely had anything under control.

Well, last year you didn't have the man you call Aaron on your mind and body now and then, and you also weren't aiming at a PhD.

True to that, but I wish I could get everything in check. Now I felt like a clumsy mother whose only care in the world was giving her boyfriend an orgasm anywhere and everywhere.

The sex was great and despite having told Aaron it was the last time the millionth time; it wasn't. He wanted me and I wanted him, and saying no to him wasn't an option.

In the last month, I noticed how his desire and cravings were when the full moon approached and, most times, I could barely keep up with them.

I was human and my stamina couldn't match any werewolf, much less an alpha, yet he couldn't get enough of me. I wore a scarf around my neck most days because it was marked with love bites and marks, and the sight brought back memories.

The search for a way out of Aaron's fate had begun for a month now and we remain optimistic every day about something positive. I also dedicated myself to my research in the werewolf lore and myth books available at the library. There were about four and the three I had bought had no mention of the curse of power in them. I still didn't give up. I had one more to go, and if I still had nothing, I'd keep searching.

I feel it in my guts that we are closer than ever to the aversion of this cruel fate and I had to keep the fate.

I got down from my car and headed for my office when my phone buzzed loudly. I reached for it in my bag and saw the caller ID as Tatiana.

"Hello."

"Hello, Zera. How are you?" her small voice came through.

"I'm good, and you?"

"Very good, Zera," she responded, and took a pause. "Are you still up for the picnic later today?" she asked with hope in her voice.

It was an arrangement for the Adams sibling to meet up and catch up. At the outing, we would get to tell each other about our past week's experience. We had done it once since this month started and the first was a great experience which prompted us to organize the second. It was a family only and so I told Aaron when he asked if he could come two weeks ago that he couldn't.

Tatiana and I were now working on our relationship. It wasn't the best yet. I still had unresolved feelings toward her, but she was my sister and I know it's what our father would have wanted. She was just a naive girl who thought she knew better. Lionel also supported our attempt at repairing burnt bridges and had joined us in ensuring that.

If Betty knew her children were getting over the past and working on a better relationship with each other, she said nothing to it. I didn't put many minds on her, though. I forgave Tatiana for her past errors, but I wasn't sure I could do the same for Betty. While my sister's only fault was thinking her life would be better with Owen, Betty did much worse. From putting me down to sabotage and putting all the blames in the world on me, especially after my father's death. Her words left scars that were still healing and I know she doesn't care or see the pain she caused and so I believe it was best to keep her far from me.

A coy smile came onto his face. "What, then, do you think I want?"

"Me," I answered blankly. I didn't want to sound smug, but I knew what he wanted whenever he showed up unannounced like this, and he knew what I wanted whenever I did, too.

He grinned, and those damn dimples came into display.

"If you weren't on my mind all night, perhaps I wouldn't be awake wanting you and needing to come down here to see you. In conclusion, this is your fault." he accused.

I couldn't believe my ears, but this was Aaron, and I shouldn't feel surprised.

"I have a class by eight and I can't do what you want, sorry."

He glanced at his wristwatch before turning to me with a hopeful look on his face. "We have twenty minutes," he informed me.