He guffaws over the phone at my retort "YOU! A MAN!! HA!! Eww perish the thought I rather go STRAIGHT!!"
We continue laughing doing it so loud, Bella lifts her head from her rest spot next to me on the sofa to look at me and huffs. She next, jumps off the sofa and walks away. I mention to him. "Bella musta sense it's you I am talking to SHE THE ROOM!"
laugh a little at my visualization of this saying "She be Aw-iight da little Beyotch." get myself together while trying to control my laughter "Ok, ok, being serious for a sec guess wha sista?"
Catching my wind I stop chuckling long enough to manage a "was sup" He continues now using a super flamboyant flair "wellll, at da suggestion of our beloved mother MS. MAMA ALPHA HERSELF annnd because I have vacation time from work. I AM COMING TO SEE YOUUUUU!!" I am surprised. asking, `` For real, how soon?!!"
The doorbell intercom buzzes as Randall responds going southern flair "Beyotch juss as soon as you ole, beginning ta sag ass buzzes me in!! I will bless ya wit da beauty dat is ME!!" his voice pitching in a squeal.
I swing my legs forward planting my feet on the floor jumping up from the sofa, rushing to the intercom to buzz him in. Bella looks at me, so I tell her "Auntie Randall is HERE!" she looks at me and rolls her eyes, drops her ears and tail, then walks away heading to the bedroom! I laugh and tell her "such a bitch" Without looking back, she barks at me a short sharp bark from under the bed. My phone text dings. I received my second daily Saturday morning checkup text. Yet, I don't answer it knowing who it is, Carmen.
On the weekends, Carmen and I often have coffee together planning out our day before we head out. Her Saturday routine morning text "Coffee ready, GM" Instead of responding, I open my door and knock pounding on hers. Carmen opens the door, poking her head from behind it, half smiling at me as she goes into the female chicken from looney toons routine impression "YESSSSS".
I tell her "Randall IS HERE!!" Before she can respond, the elevator dings its arrival and the doors open. We turn our heads the elevators to look and see Randall dressed in Giorgio Armani clothes, come and poise leaning on his suitcase handle like Bugs Bunny in drag, we hear "Hello GIRLS I AM HERREEE AAA!" batting his short stubby eyelashes with a plastered grin on his face.
"You QUEEN!"I sprint down the hallway to grab him in a hug. He responds with his imitation of a heavy Latin accent speaking English "JESSSSS I KNO, I half blessed ju poor ole little fheasant folk wit mi presencia, ju can bow now." Then breaks form snickering with a sparkle of mischief in his eye saying, "Miss me much?".
Carmen comes out, seeing Randall, she puts one hand on her chest, the other on her forehead, leans against the outside part of the door frame saying "FAIRY GODMOTHER!! OH MY GOD! YOU HERE!!" as he is coming down the hall to her they hug as he reaches her.
I see my Beta Carmen, she is so my BEYOTH! Alejandro is walking along side me as I cackle coming down the hall to her (she emotion!) responding to her flair by pointing and wiggling my long ass finger at her "Ya FIERCE BEYOTCH, Ya FIERCE!" then SNAP my fingers at her and we laugh, the three of us continue inside Carmen's apt. She goes into the kitchen to us the brewed coffee she made.
Randall and I seat ourselves at the table. I start in on him right away before sitting down "Your evil, how the hell can you come and not tell me you were coming!! Give a homo a heart attack!!" We laugh. Randall responds in his usual funny, witty, sassiness.
I Snap my fingers and swish my head like a snake being charmed, rolling my eyes between words "Well (snap) you (snap) know me(snap), always gotta do things with flair (swirling my hand upright snap, snap). Besides beyotch who else gonna take care your Latina ass! (SNAP!)" I chuckle, so does Carmen. I continue but get a little serious "An-t-ways, Mom suggested I come be with you. She said your dreams are strengthening becoming clearer with time. Which as your caretaker, is why it caught my breathe when you were telling me about it.
This and your headaches. Ya know mama Alpha iz always on point with her visions. She doesn't want it to be just you and Carmen alone saying it is time to go to Black Bear Mountain."
I look at Randall as he continues talking explaining what mom told him. There was Something in his voice though, something which made me rethink my plans for a moment. Maybe I SHOULD do THAT instead of going to Gay Pride "Hmm, I plan on going but first wanted to take Carmen to her first GAY PRIDE FESTIVAL." Carmen had served us our coffee and went back to get hers in the small kitchen, as she returns she gazes serious faced at Randall, while he fans himself dramatically.
“Mmm child. It would be a waste to not ogle all dat manflesh on dis-play . . thongz and dongz. . . mmm mmm mmm. . . scrumptious, simply scrumptious!”
“What do thongs have to do with Gay Pride,” Carmen says, eyeballing Randall. “Dongs I get.”
“Cause nothin prouder than dick on dis-play. It’s a picture menu for da stupid and a braile menu for da blind. Mmm.” We laugh hysterically for a few moments before he sobers, and turns his full attention to Carmen
Carmen's facial expression questioning, her voice tones matching "?" Randall half faces her saying "yeah I tell Ya first, but sister MARY BIG MOUTH here!! beat me to it" pointing at me. I grin showing my teeth. Randall turns now facing Carmen asking, "When is the next time?" Carmen responds, "tonight". Using his highest gay flair voice he swirls back to face me "Gurl you mind giving me an OLD WITCH HAZEL here a few minutes. I need ta talk ta Carmen about something from mama Alpha" Carmen's response to his comment is typical between them. with a smile and friendly sass in her voice "OLD!!?? Fuck you bitch!!"
My attitude however, is different. I know this tone too well, I am being left out again. My face drops as my mood turns irritated "? whatever". I get up with an attitude and leave. Randall is quick to say "Gurl I am sorry mama's orders."
I stop just as I grab the doorknob pulling open the door "What else is fuckin new. You know, remind OUR MOTHER, I am 36 Not fucking 16." With that, I leave tugging on the door harder as I exit they hear a slam after me. Leaving them sitting there I head back to my apt. Once inside, Bella comes and joins me as I head onto my balcony to get air. For a moment, I look out across my New York City and it's summer scenery. It's June and the city looks great at night when I can see the city lights for as far as the eye can see.
I huff feeling the mounting summer heat. Remembering, according to the meteorologist, it's supposed to be a nice 92-degree day with no winds but scattered showers. are never right with the weather. Unexpected, a strong wind blows and hits me as I am inhaling deep, trying to relax myself. Venting my frustration on the meteorologist thinking to myself "Damn meteorologist. Fucking wrong again, dumb ass. But this cool morning breeze, sure does feel good."
Chuckling as I relax, at the first part. Closing my eyes I inhale, taking in the breeze to release my frustration. Again, I inhale the Major Deegan highway air, when out of nowhere, this high up, my senses overwhelmed by pines needles and fresh turned earth, entering spreading within me, flooding my whole being. Overtaking my senses. My hands shot forward grabbing the balcony banister. My body turns jittery, my stomach anxious, the hairs throughout my body stand alive. This intoxicating scent, it's unlike anything I have ever smelled before. In the same instant an image, HIS image appears in my mind merged with the smell of pine needles and fresh earth. I see him & strong, The Crimson wulf!
My body feels charged, A sudden surge so powerful takes control of me from within, demanding I seek this source. My eyelids shoot open full force, my eyes dance scanning the highway searching for the source of this scent as I lean forward. Scenting putting my nose into OVERDRIVE inhaling the air again and again and again in search of it's source. What is this feeling coming over me?and why?
AWAKENING
My body follows my nose in it's overdrive, becoming jittery by twitching from the same foreign anxiety that has dominated me. I am overwhelmed to find from where this scent emanates, no other thought in my mind will allow me to do otherwise. Where is its source? FOUND IT! I stop tracking now my eyesight locks onto its emanating origin.
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A candy apple red sports CRV on the Major Deegan driving northbound. THAT's IT! Maintaining my vision fixated on it, I see the red CRV on the third outer left lane, but not anymore, something has happened. As if avoiding a sudden car accident, it veers without over to the right lane. Good thing the Major Deegan is still almost empty this early in the morning; otherwise, they would have hit cars switching lanes!! crashing into the cars lined up there as it now is waiting for the change of the traffic light, getting off at exit 11. RIGHT BY MY HOME!!
My heart hard NOW!, becoming a fuckin jackhammer, pounding! Another more impulsive surge, erupts from within me refusing deniability. My body responds to it. It seems to know and has taken full control of me, disregarding all common sense. No longer my own, in the next instant, I bolt, bounding to my apt door heading outside to find THAT CAR! Not giving a second thought to the fact, I am still in my pajama sweats, tank top t-shirt and flip flops.
Swinging open my heavy metal apt door, I cause it to slam from the force of my pull, against my closet doors behind it. Only to stop myself dead in my tracks as I plow head-on into Randall & Carmen who were about to come in. Both startled, look at me but it's Randall who starts "GIRL!!, where da fuck da fire! Ya look like............" now, his voice is fading. Randall continues for a moment and two more words, yet I don’t hear him anymore. He stops with what he sees happens next. My eyes turn bright silver color, something inside of me wanted out!
This I am not aware of. What I is a growl that comes forth from me?? I hear myself growl at him, in the same instant a second burst of intense skull-splitting excruciating poundings renew in my head hitting me full force causing me to become nauseous. As if a force within me is trying to break free. The pain is so agonizing,, I am blinded causing me to stop as with unseen speed, my hands go to my head. This pain overrules my need to find the red CRV. I fell forward dropping to my knees palming the sides of my head, trying to stop the stabbing within. I see them reach for me "it's time. FUCK GAY PRIDE! we have ta go. now!" I don't know who said it because my vision turns black. But It is the last thing I hear as I pass out.
MATE!!!
I had arrived from Greece and was already driving home in the red CRV I rented, pondering my own points of view. The sunroof and windows open exposing me to the wind while continuing northward on Major Deegan. Crimson sees me brooding at first not interrupting, then he told me something but I was not paying attention to him. Remaining instead focused on my thoughts as I drove.
For the past thirteen years. I have attended a year after dreary year attending every wulf gathering. Both local and international, searching. Yet, I will be adding this one to the list of yet another unsuccessful wulf conference. Year after every fucking year it ends the same. My results remaining the same, Empty. Receiving only the latest supernatural news “supes” and not accomplishing my true purpose. At 39 human years finding myself still mateless, I’m becoming bitter. Envious of others I see fortunate to have found theirs.
The happiness reflecting in their eyes. A sentiment I can only describe appearing as serene no longer restless. they’ve become blissful with each other and with the world around them, it was something I previously, never gave a damn about. But now things are different. It’s been 12 years since I’ve had sex. since having a dream, a simple dream, I’ve refrained from having sex with others. The reason has not been lost on me. However, I want it to be with my mate and only my mate now. More direct.
The wulf I dreamt of Twelve years ago. That wulf I realized, is my mate. Leaving me to wonder when? When will I come to know it? To know their influence, see their grin, smell their scent, hear their laughter & their tone. A level of happiness & love from being with one’s destined mate? Being with MY MATE.
My frustration builds as my hands grip the steering wheel tighter growling to myself concluding, two words “ My Mate”. This type of love is a sentiment not meant for me to experience. With all the miseries I’ve created. The heart’s I have toyed with. Promising to return after getting ass. I reflect myself “Maybe this is my karma, the payback. It is a bitch.”
Obsessing over a figment from my dream. How ridiculous is that? Feeling the warmth of their kiss, seeing a look from their eyes. To slumber with my mate curled in my arms or having a morning cup of coffee. After all this time, I find myself living a fools dream. Even though I hear the makeup sex is soo GOOD after an argument. I huff, chuckling at my last thought. Mating is dangerous for a wulf when our wulf heat takes over us on the full moon. But only when our destined mate is present. Prior to this, we often mate without care. I grinned at my record, I know have one and it is impressive if I say so. I think I covered every country I ever stayed at. My motto was if it moved and I took it, I charmed it, FUCKED IT then QUICKLY DUMPED IT!
BUT if we come upon our mate, I am told we lose our senses becoming capable of killing ANYONE standing even to close with our mate. As absurd as that sounds, I want that feeling. The one wulf who I am destined for by the GODDESS herself to complete me as I will them.
Why can’t you sense me mate or me you? Why? Why can’t you feel the pull that comes with our mate bond? The urge which awakens in Wulves guiding us to our mates when they are close. While visiting my family in Cuba, after having a steamy experience. At mami’s persistence, I met a mystical seer. My blood boils remembering the seer’s message. The foreshadowing of darkness clouding my mates’ mind preventing them from sensing me. The mystic told me someone placed a spell on them, but why? Why and who would do something so evil? Yet my intention is even crueler. Mumbling “Whoever’s responsible will die for such cruelty done to us my love I promise.” to myself continuing my drive northbound
Grinning at my approach a little, thinking to myself “how can I feel this way about someone I have never met” I’ve had many wanting to be my mate, but till now my answer has been no. Before I thought love was for fools and weakens you, something I would never want to be. I have always sought to strengthen myself and my pack. But now? since the dream? I want MY MATE. In a moment, understanding comes to mind and the fact of my position. My pack requires a Luna, it is our wulf way. I will have to choose soon, either accept a Luna who is not my destined mate and learn to love them. Or renounce my position as Alpha. This reminds me of an agreement I made. One I will keep if left with no option. Causing one She-wulf to become thrilled. But what will happen if I find my mate after all this? Will I leave the one I choose, to be with my mate? Or will I suffer from the torment of the mate bond said to happen with my kind? and lose my sanity?
I remain deeply pondering my thoughts. Shen a scent like none other bombards me, going through me, engulfing my every being, awakening, inflaming every nerve throughout my entire body. Arousing my core enraptured in its exotic fragrance, Night Blooming Jasmine. However, it is the unfolding flower itself which would pale by comparison. The allure of this scent is a million times more enticing, arousing. Enveloping my sense in its entirety. Barring the recognition to everything and all else.
This time I hear Crimson. His bellowing howl emitting one phrase like a bullhorn in my head so, I almost crashed “MATE!!”. Without giving it a second thought, I veer towards the nearest exit, crossing lanes to get to it. Stupid I know but luck is on my side. Thank the Goddess. I see the sign where I am getting off. Exit 11: Van Cortlandt Park South.
Backed up traffic prevents me from being ready to get off. Causing me to growl despite myself now trying to wedge in. “what!” Is my response to Crimson as my nerves amp up to 40 mph. Knowing full well I know what he said “MATE! Reuben MATE! Reuben, I smell our MATE!!” Crimson repeats starting to whining louder and heavier. Responding, “Easy buddy you practically got us killed we could NEVER find our mate if that happened.“ But the fact is my heart turns jackhammer, pounding so hard in my chest from his first bellow. My Nerves attack me, turning jittery. My palms, in seconds, make it challenging to drive as they sweat while gripping the steering column. having found my mate after all these years, causes me to have anxi
ety, my muscles tense from my restlessness to reach my mate.
It has me on edge thoughts racing, Soon, soon I will hold them in my arms, gazing into a face I will always know love from. My one friend, companion, and partner. The goddess, this is her doing, she heard my resignation and is doing this. I look to the heavens whispering “Thank you” A highly excited Crimson brings me out of myself with his impatience “Reuben it is our mate. HURRY our mate is close and I think their in trouble, they NEED US!!”
I hear his growling seeing him in my minds thought, pacing back and forth tensing with hackles raised from shoulders to tail. Hurriedly I park my car where I parked 240 & Broadway. As I step out remotely locking my rental, I turn to scent the air to once again pick up MY MATES fragrance.
A breeze my way and I pick it up again. The scent floods me only more GOT IT! My heart is pounding in my ears My body feels awake reacting so powerful to the overwhelming, instinctive drive within me. It is fire being ignited & racing throughout every part of my body making me react this way. Adrenaline fuels my core refusing denial, refusing rest. Then I realize, It’s CRIMSON! This is his doing.
“MATE!! MATE!! FIND OUR MATE!!” He wrestles with me to seize control to phase. He’s close to winning our battle of wills and phasing forth. “Crimson trust me We will find them relax buddy let me deal with this” he growls a little, but he lets me focus now. Following the scent I track it, allowing it to guide me to my mate. People I pass glance and visually watch me as I run along Broadway passing them. For a second, I wonder what they must be thinking. A tall beefy guy in an Armani business suit running past them “he must be LATE FOR A MEETING OR SOMETHING.”
Funny site naturally. I push these thoughts out of my head now as the scent direction shifts causing me to also change directions but not before knowing where I switched directions, 234st. The whole time my thoughts go wild “I found you…... I found you mate. The Goddess was not toying with me for toying with the hearts of others. I found you mate and I promise, from this day forth I will never let you go.”
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