A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 93

I stopped by the bookstore to get Zion a few new books since we were all done with the bedtime stories we had at home. Last week, he asked if I was about to read him the ninja turtle where the short, bad guy got caught in the end.

I didn't need another clue to know he was tired of the always-repeated story already.

I made plans to branch out at the bookstore today before going home. I would get four new storybooks for now and once they get exhausted, I would go for another.

"Good evening, ma'am," the older lady behind the counter spoke at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me.

I flashed a bright smile. "Good evening." I moved over to the counter where she stood behind and placed my hands on it.

"What can I get you?" the polite lady asked.

"I need at least four intriguing story books for a five-year-old boy."

Her brow rose in interest. "Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, he is."

"Does he have a preference for the stories he listens to?"

I shrugged, knowing Zion was a lover of adventure but would settle for any other genre as long as they were interesting. "Not if they are engaging. He's open to it," I answered.

"Just a minute," she said and went through the door that leads to the inner room of the store, and I waited patiently.

She returned with three books in her hand instead of four and placed them on the counter.

I glanced at the first that caught my curiosity titled The Curse of the Lone Wolf. I picked it up and stared at it closely, only moving my attention when the old woman continued to speak.

"It's different from what he's used to, but he will love it." She assured me, her smile not reducing.

I wanted to ask why she brought out three books when I specifically told her I wanted four, but I calmed my questions after realising the books she had brought were bulkier than an average children's book and so would take a while before we finish reading.

I nodded and brought out my credit card to pay it up.

"I'll call the cashier to come and attend to this," she said, and once again disappeared into the inner room. Not long after, a young girl with dirty blonde hair and a less friendly expression compared to the old woman walked in. She saw me and her eyes flickered in surprise, as if she wasn't expecting to see anyone here.

"Ma'am, I do not want to sound like I was being a bitch, but there was no old woman at the store. I locked the front door because it was closing hours and I needed to do the calculations for the day's sales. And last, these aren't from this store because we haven't had them in the last three years. Parents didn't like that it was too gory and mature for kids."

She continued rambling, but my mind stayed stuck on how she had kept this job despite her shitty attitude. That was my greatest shock.

Perhaps this was all a huge misunderstanding.

I wasn't crazy. The door was open, and there was an old friendly lady that welcomes me in. These books were from the store, but this rude lady here was twisting them around.

"I do not know if you came to return them and seek a refund, but we can't do that because we don't sell these books. I am about to leave now, so you have to leave first."

"Can I at least get one book?" Zion was already waiting on me to bring a new book home and read it to him before he falls asleep. Leaving without a book wouldn't seem fair.

"I am sorry, the store has closed. I can't give you any because then I'd have to redo today's sales, and it is already closing time for me!" she snapped at me, her tone not in any way polite.

My teeth gritted, and I turned to leave when she spoke again. "You haven't taken your books." She told me and I stopped and turned to her.