The Rogue Alpha

My bro let go of my hand after the first couple of steps. Something about this place made my bro treat me differently, and I didn't like that.

I glanced around the crowded beach. People were either glaring at me, or avoiding eye contact. The exceptions being Alpha Derik and about half a dozen other men. I couldn't see their eyes exactly, but I could sense desire coming from each of them.

It's not like I'm ugly or anything, but I'm no model either. I'm often mistaken for being a man, thanks to my large build, short hair, and I guess wearing men's clothes doesn't help. Sure I've been looked at before, but not like this. I didn't like this either.

My bro took me to a little cafe. A hole in the wall place with only four tables inside, and three outside.

Our waitress was a skinny woman, probably two years older than me. Her sandy blonde hair came to her shoulders in the high placed ponytail she wore it in. Her eyes were a soft blue that held back a fierceness that I couldn't quite read. Her nametag read Samantha.

She was nice, and cordial. She took our orders, and disappeared, only returning when she had something for us.

I however noticed the way my bro glanced at her back side when she walked away; and how they both got nervous whenever their eyes locked. I liked this least of all.

"The longer I'm here the less I like the place." I announced, trying to sound like I was joking.

My bro grinned. "We haven't been here long enough for you to form a real opinion, but we could leave and come back another time."

I eyed him suspiciously.

Samantha returned with our check. "Will you be coming to the bonfire tonight?"

"We didn't know about a bonfire." I claimed, still hoping to get out of it.

"It's a huge party that starts the pairing cycle." She informed us, "It's the reason our little town is so full right now."

My bro replied, "Sounds like a great time; will you be there?"

She smiled shyly. "I couldn't miss it if I wanted to. My dad, Mark Samuelson, plays the role of host every year."

I chuckled. "So, your name is Samantha Samuelson?"

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head slightly.

"Sammy Sam." I heard my bro whisper.

Great, he found her attractive, and she had his favorite name in the whole world, not only for her first name, but also her last.

She blushed. "Samantha is fine."

"I have a feeling we'll be there." I told her as I looked at the check.

My bro snatched it from my hand. Then he pulled money out of his wallet, and left her an almost fifty percent tip, without hardly thinking about it.

When we were back in his car I elbowed my bro and told him, "You're not helping matters any."

"What are you talking about?"

I scowled at him. "This place sucks. You say you want me to like it, Lord only knows why, yet you're treating me weird. To top it off you're making eyes at Sammy Sam."

He chuckled. "Is someone jealous?"

My eyes narrowed. "I need you right now, and I don't even know why, but I get the feeling that you do. Yet you're allowing yourself to be distracted."

"You'll always be my kid sister." He assured me.

"But..." I prodded.

He sighed. "But there's certain urges you can't take care of."

"Ewe." I replied, "I don't need, or want, to hear about those urges."

"You'll be having your own one day, maybe soon." He informed me.

I groaned. I didn't like this conversation. It reminded me too much of the birds and bees talk my mom had with me when I was thirteen. "Can we go back to the cabin now?"

"I think you're feeling better away from there." He replied.

"I don't know about that." I stated, "And I definitely don't want to stay in my swimsuit all day."

"You have a change of clothes in your bag, that's in the back seat. You can do your special clothes change, and we can spend the afternoon hiking the local trails."

I quickly agreed. It really did sound like a good idea.