A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 97

"I do believe you believe this."

"Don't do that. Don't patronise me or treat me like a child." I snapped at him, getting irritated at his approach.

"That's not what I'm doing, and I am trying to understand you at this point."

"Then sit down and read them." I stepped toward the table and pushed the books towards him.

He said nothing else before picking up the first book and taking his seat, and I did the same. He read through it and then the second and then the third and when he finished; he dropped the book and glanced at me.

"It's a nicely crafted storybook." He answered, and I wanted to pull at my hair.

"What?" I rose to my feet. I didn't know if he was making fun of me at this point or being serious.

"A young wolf boy finds love. It's a great story," he answered, and if I didn't know him, I would have said he was doing this to get under my skin. "That's what the story I just read is about."

"It's so much more than that. Either you didn't read it or you're just messing with me." I yanked the last book from his hand and gathered the rest up.

"You're pissed."

"Of course, I'm fucking pissed. Do you think I'd bring myself here, wait for you for two hours without having breakfast if this was a joke?"

He pressed his lips together, "I think you're so invested in finding a way out of this curse that it might mess with your reasoning of things"

"Fuck you!" I cussed. I hated everyone treated me as if I was running out of my mind. First, it was the sale girl at the children's bookstore and now it was Aaron. Of all people, I thought he would believe me. It hurts that I was appearing crazy and angry, and those were two things I wasn't.

"Zera Adams," he called, and I cast him a glare for calling my full name. He raised his hands in surrender.

"I am sorry for interrupting your meeting. You can go back and meet with them and I'll carry my crazy self home now." I turned to leave, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back so my body collided with his and the books fell to the floor.

"You're not crazy, Zera. You're just being concerned."

I struggled to set myself free from his hold, but he didn't let go of me and only tightened his grip more until I stopped struggling.

My eyes grew glassy. "Don't say things to make me feel better."

"That's not what I'm doing. I promise." he released me but did it slowly. "I think you believed what you read and I want to believe you, too. I really do, but I think we are not seeing the same thing."

I sniffed and blinked the tears back, "I am sorry I cussed at you, I'm just frustrated. I guess you're right. I've been so involved in this entire process, it's clouding my perception." I admitted, feeling light-headed.

He paused when he got to where I read before he took the book and turned to me. "We are seeing differently," he said, and after what I just saw, I had to believe him. He handed me the book. "I think you should read the book and I will listen."

We spent almost two hours on the three books. Once the third finished; I closed it up and glanced at him with my brow raised. "Do you believe me when I say this is what we've been searching for?"

He sighed. There was much conviction in his countenance, but he wasn't fully convinced.

"We can't put all our trust in this. For all we know, the writer had a very vivid imagination."

"Yes, sure. He or she also can choose who their readers will be." I pointed out in a sarcastic tone.

"You're right, and we will have to examine the book and speak to the wise one." he rose from the desk he'd been leaning on since I began reading the first book.

"The wise one?" I repeated.

He understood my question, "They are those who are much advanced in knowledge. They understand and interpret better than others would. Every pack has at least one of those, and Ivan is the wise one in our pack."

"So he would have a better understanding."

He looked unsure. "I hope he does."