Home with The Alpha

Things Are Getting Weird...

She sat on a bench surrounded by little wildflowers, looking ethereal as she hummed softly. In a cute little sun dress, he smiled seeing she’d braided the front of her hair back in cornrows and laid her baby hairs. The rest down in the back, she’d added hair to make two fuller ponytails so her hair ended at the small of her back. Camille’s beauty shined brighter than the sun as she smiled at a passing couple.

Chocolate skin looking like a Hershey bar melting in the sun, Elijah’s heart hammered as desire plagued him like a disease. “f**k. You wouldn’t last a week in a monastery you worthless fuck.” His mutter of self-loathing was whispered as he observed her naughtily. He was too sin filled and whatever god or goddess he met in the end? They’d see his soul.

And know how tempted he was to mess up the angel made for him. In every un-angelic way imaginable until heaven wouldn’t want either of them.

Mouth drying at the idea of it, and the desire knocking around him until he couldn’t breathe, Elijah didn’t realize Camille had seen him now. Smiling she greeted shyly, “You came.” Elijah wished.

He probably should have before he came here.

Trying to snap out of his mating haze, Elijah opened his eyes to see his beautiful mate worried and stressed. Two things in his presence he didn’t want her to feel making his arousal chill as more important matters became clear. Rushing to her, he sat slow to not scare her. Not touching her either, he instead held out his hands for her to take, “Of course I did. How are you?”

Camille rolled her eyes a little accepting them, “More embarrassed than anything else.” Shaking his head confused, Elijah was serious as he asked, “Why are you embarrassed Camille? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Before she could explain, Elijah groaned, “I shouldn’t have pushed you the other night, in the park that was too much. You haven’t known me very long and to take things to that level without talking about it was wrong on my part.”

Not seeing him as the bad guy, Camille assured him shyly, “It’s not that I didn’t like it.”

Elijah felt a smidge better as he carefully made sure by leaning over until he could see her face, “Yeah?” Nodding fighting a little grin, he placed a kiss to her chin, thankful for the honesty.

But Camille was nowhere near done being honest and hoped she wasn’t over sharing. Or worse, going to scare him away. “Elijah, I like you and I’m starting to feel comfortable and safe with you.” Liking the sound of that, Elijah grinned happily, “Good because you can be. You are safe with me.”

His promise were words of comfort Camille would need backed up with action and time. Until then? She just wanted understanding. “Before moving here, I had a stalker.” Stomach clenching at the word, Elijah whispered, “What?”

Nodding slowly, Camille explained almost too easily to him what happened. “His name was Andrew…he was a drug addict and I had spent almost two years dealing with him.”

Listening, Elijah didn’t speak as Camille started from the beginning.

“I met him at a diner I worked at. He came in with some construction workers and I thought he was one too. He ate with them, flirted with me, they paid, left and he’d asked me out. I said yes and before I knew it I had unknowingly signed myself up for hell.”

One date. Hell if you could call it that, and she was continuously punished for breaking down and letting the snake charm her.

“He took me to a movie only to not be able to pay for it. So I paid, and spent the entire movie trying to keep his hands off me.” Getting pissed and leaving, he’d gotten on the bus with her when she’d tried to end the night.

Following her home even when she cussed him out, Camille had thought he’d get the hint when she refused to let him up and actually pushed him when he came close.

“The next day those same construction workers came back and I asked them about Andrew. That’s when I found out that he was some bum they pitied and let sit with them. They didn’t even know his name.”

Freaked out when she got off and he was there waiting for her with a big grin, Camille had told him off and told him to leave her alone. But it didn’t work. Because in his mind? They were together now.

And she got zero say in that.

“With no parents or family so I was basically an open target for him to bully for money.”

Elijah gently stroked her face, “How dare he, I should find him and kill him.” Camille felt a little thrill at the show of loyalty but shushed Elijah, “He’s not the scum worth going to jail for.” Camille’s words didn’t make Elijah less angry as she let his large hands warm her framed her face making her feel cherished.

The soft kiss a gentle thing as he asked, “What can I do to help you?” Camille didn’t want to tell him the nitty gritty of everything, but she wanted to be honest about her hardships. “He…assaulted.”

Elijah’s stomach fell and while he didn’t want to ask Camille rushed to assure, “I wasn’t... he didn’t go all the way but he did enough that he violated my peace in my own home. Made me feel grimy and gross. And…”

She looked down, “The way he assaulted me, was pushing me against a wall. Forcing himself between my thighs and…rubbing against me.”

Elijah knew then, the parallel. The tree.

“Goddess and life, damn it. I swear Camille if I had known-.” Camille nodded at his immediate promise, “I know. And I know you weren’t trying to hurt me. I was just triggered by something I didn’t even know was a trigger. It’s just something else I need to work out, but I was just hoping, while we continue to do…well this,” She gestured between them, “that we slow that part down?”

Nodding immediately, Elijah promised to be at her speed and comfort always, “If you ever want me to stop or slow down or not do something, I’ll listen to you, Camille. I care about you, and I’m here for you. Not your body.” Smiling as he kissed her before hugging her tight, Camille sunk into the warm feeling.

Letting it carry her through the next day on a cloud, Maxine asked how she was. Camille responded she was getting there and getting better slowly. Which was the truth.

The days flying by quickly with hanging out with Maxine and working in Spellbound. When she wasn’t doing that, she was playing checkers or gardening with Mr. Tomsen, or baking with Mrs. Tomsen. Or even better spending time with her boyfriend. Her sweet, sexy, attentive boyfriend who did the walks in the park and feeding ice cream off-spoon thing.

Her life becoming a circle of love, Camille’s support made her want to keep growing. Keep watering the pot of her happiness.

It was as she did and set about doing just that as looked at schools and different programs online to further her education, she started to see things. Strange things.

Like Maxine suddenly locking herself up in the herb room sometimes, even when they were working, and Camille would have to go in. Or just randomly disappearing li ke a ghost. To the point where Camille wacked her with something to see if something would go through her.

“Damn bestie!” The redhead said confused as hell when she looked at the beautiful black woman staring at her suspiciously, “What was that for?” Maxine asked rubbing her head where she’d gotten the little womp from a newspaper like a bad dog.

Shrugging innocently, Camille chirped, “Nothing, just making sure you’re still tangent my friend. Continue with your regularly scheduled programming.” Confused at her friend’s behavior, Maxine didn’t question it, while Camille questioned everything.

Sticking things in her back pocket like receipts, Camille was sure she was just being paranoid.