The Alpha In Him

Miracle

This story is a sequel to The Almighty Alpha Thinks I'm His. Though you could read as a standalone many things that will come in this story later tie into that one. Also I want to thank ArtemisMoon13 for the awesome cover and for being such an avid reader, and supporter of my stories.

Things were never easy in my life. Growing up my mother feared me and shuffled me between family. It wasn't that she didn't love me I knew she did, she just couldn't deal with all the trouble I caused her.

It wasn't like I did it on purpose. Things just happened. Like that time when Bobby Lutes stood me up and then there was the fire. I somehow started it but don't remember how. Mom had to move us and it was time to start a new school. I'd manage to make a few friends then something else would happen.

She was always thankful No one got hurt, but I knew she feared one day someone would.

I was an adult now and out on my own. Currently however I was between jobs. My last job didn't turn out so well after I blew up the copy machine.

The damn thing blew up on its own I had sworn but deep down I knew somehow it was me.

I had put my application into a few places and walked down Bridge Street to Thompkins, there was a nice cafe there that I liked to eat at when I was in the area. They were cheap and good.
I wasn't much for cooking, so cheap and good was exactly what I needed.

I opened the door to the diner and walked in. Waving at Carla the waitress. I took a seat and took out my laptop. I hated lugging it around but I had no Internet at home. After losing my job I had to cut off my Internet and cable. My cell phone was still on but not for long. I hoped one of the jobs would call me back before that got cut off too. Thankfully my rent was paid until the first, which was still a few weeks away.

I logged into my Facebook remembering my mother said she posted some new pictures she wanted me to see. My mother and her boyfriend John just bought a new home. I promised to come see it soon but wanted to make sure I had a job first. My mother was proud I seemed to be doing so good and put all the trouble during my teenage and childhood years behind her. She was happy now and I was happy for her.

"Your usual?" Carla asked as she sat down an ice cold coca cola in front of me.

"Nope today I'd like grilled cheese and soup. Wait about thirty minutes after I get my soup for the grilled cheese," I told her.

"Coming right up," Carla smiled.

Carla was cool. Many nights I'd come in and sit a few hours on my laptop and she didn't mind. She would sometimes sit down with me. She reminded me of my mother sometimes. No matter how much trouble I got into mom always managed to get us out of it and whisk me back out of whatever family either I was living with or both of us. Carla was good with figuring out when something was on my mind.

My mother was a Nurse and made good money and supported us well. After the first few moves she started a fund. She would call it the "changes" fund when I was a child. As I got older she became more tired and weary and she blamed me. I think she stopped putting money into the fund as years went by.

My cheddar broccoli soup arrived and I ate it as I scrolled through pictures. One in particular caught my eye. She tagged me in it. It was titled Miracle's room. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw the walls. They were painted like a mural with the sunset above the ocean. I always loved the ocean. I clicked like on the picture and typed in, Can't wait to come visit.

With that done I began checking my emails. Nothing fun to see there really. My email was usually filled with nothing but junk but since I applied at a few jobs online I had to sort through it all.

Before I knew it my grilled cheese had arrived with two pickles on the side and a side of fries.

"Lonny said enjoy the fries," she winked.

Lonny was the cook and he always threw in something a little extra like French fries. He knew I loved his ranch flavored fries.

"Tell Lonny I said thanks,"I told her. She grabbed my empty coke glass and returned with a fresh.

I returned to deleting emails.

Before I noticed it was already eight at night. I had been here almost three hours. Carla had maintained my drink for me the whole time.

"Sorry I didn't realize how late it was," I told her.

"Nonsense child. It's not like a lines out the door," she waved her hands around the empty room.

Dinner rush had come and gone. I smiled at her as she walked away.

"Your a hard woman to find," I heard.

Looking up I seen the man I had met a few nights back here. Kyle I believed he said was his name or was it Kevin? He sat down across from me and took off his leather jacket.

"Help yourself why don't you," I snarled.

I mean I barely knew the guy. I bumped into him on my way out one night. He saved my laptop bag from hitting the ground when he bumped into me. He had reflexes but that wasn't all he had.

He was good looking in a bad boy sort of way.  He tilted his head sideways and smiled at me. Oh he was trying to use that smile on me. That or his memorizing green eyes. I wondered if they were contacts even. The color was so unnatural like the color of emeralds.

"Are those your natural eyes?"I blurted out.

"Yes do you like them?" He teased.

"I've never seen eyes that color," I told him. Of course I freaking liked them they were gorgeous.

"I have. Look I really need to talk to you, flirting aside and all," he said making me blush.

"Who's flirting. Your the one stalking me," I told him.

"Look this is going to sound weird but I'm here to help you," he was serious.

"Help me?" I asked him curious.

"Look I knew your father years ago," he straightened back up in the booth and looked around. Carla was busy rolling silverware on the other side of the diner. No one else was here except for Lonny no doubt listening to Pandora in the kitchen.

"What we're you like three when my father died?" I rolled my eyes and began packing my laptop and stuff up.

I thought this guy was cute but now he's just weird. My father died when I was only two. Kyle or Kevin whoever he was looked to be just a few years older then me. So maybe twenty or so.

"Your father's not dead," he said.

"Look You need to go before I call the.."

"Things happen to you unexplained when your emotionally charged you likely can read minds and..." he began cutting me off.

"How did you know that? I bent over whispering at him.

"Because I know your father and he sent me for you,"

"Look Kevin, Kyle whoever you are," I said.

"Kyle," he said.

"Fine, Kyle If my father's alive then why does my mother have his Death certificate?"

A part of me felt like he was telling the truth. He knew too much about me. But my father couldn't have just abandoned us all these years could he?

"I don't know perhaps he's better equipped to explain that," he told me.

"Whats wrong with me? Why do I start fires and..."

"You inherited that from your father," he placed his cold hand on mine and I pulled away.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Your father is a demon," Kyle said.

I hope you all enjoy. The next chapter will be in Max's pov. To those that are just starting here you may want to read the Almighty Alpha Thinks I'm His first as this story will be a sequel of sorts. The next chapter especially will start getting into things discussed in that book. Please vote, comment and follow lovelies and gents. Enjoy.