The Alpha's Weakness

Chapter 1

---Zayla

Justin walked in around 2 A.M. and saw that I was sitting on the couch.  "Oh, hey."  he said.  He had an English accent which was something that I loved about him.  "What are you doing up?"

"I just wanted to make sure you would make it home okay.  I never see you at home."

"I tend to make it home when you are in bed."

"Where were you?"  I asked knowing his answer.

"The office."  Liar.

"A lot of paperwork?"  I asked.

"Yes.  Piles of it."  he said and again I wanted to call him a liar.

"Did you eat dinner?"  I asked.

"Yes.  I'm sorry."  he said.

"As long as you ate.  There is leftovers for you to take for lunch."  I said.

"Thanks darling."  he said.  "I'm going to head up to bed.  Are you coming?"

"Yeah."  I followed him upstairs and pulled the blanket back on my side of the bed.  He went to shower and change into his pajamas.  The smell of perfume lingered in the room and I knew it wasn't mine.  I had already started discussing things with a lawyer in terms of a possible divorce unless if he wanted to work things out and not have a side chick.

He climbed into bed and kept his usual distance from me like I had some disease.  I moved over and tried to kiss his cheek which resulted in a smack in the face.  I got away from him quickly and left the room.  "Zayla."  he said following behind me.

"Leave me alone."  I said.  He grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall.

"I look at it this way.  I didn't hit you you fell."  he said.  He shoved me away from him and I landed on my tailbone.  I got to my feet and went downstairs feeling the ache from my fall.  I laid on the couch and cried myself to sleep.

By morning, I woke up and saw some tylenol, a bottle of water, and a bowl of fruit and a bowl of yogurt on the table.  I ate some fruit and took the tylenol before going to get ready for the day.

Upon my arrival at the office, I dropped my keys in the parking lot and a hand scooped them up before I even processed the drop completely.  I looked up and saw a young guy with a nice smile and very kind eyes.  "Thank you."  I said.

"You're welcome."  he said.  "Do you work here?"

"Yes."  I said.

"I have a meeting here and my father is already inside.  Can you show me to the meeting room?"

"Sure.  Is it a business meeting or do you have a meeting with the accountants?"

"Business."  he said.  He followed me inside and I could feel his gaze on me as we waited in the elevator.  "Accident?"  he asked.

"Huh?"  I asked.

"You have a bruise and a cut on your face.  Did you have an accident?"  he asked.

"I just fell."  I said.

"Does it still hurt?"  he asked.

"A little."

"Ice it up a bit.  It will help with the swelling and bruising."  he said as we stepped off the elevator.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"It might even get rid of that hand print."  he said.  I looked at him and I saw that his eyes were black like he was pissed.  "Thanks for the escort."  he said and he went inside.

It was my lunch hour and I was sitting in my office by myself like usual.  Justin didn't eat lunch with me either.  A knock on my door caught my attention.  It was the guy from this morning.

"How's the face?"

"Fine."  I said.  "What's your name anyway?"

"Owen.  Owen Vance."  he saw my name plate on the desk.  "Ah, you're married to Mr. Asshole."

"What?"

"Justin.  He's an ass in the meetings.  He sure does fancy grabbing ass."  he said sitting down opening a paper sack.  He slid a pack of oreos across the desk and opened a carton of milk completely so it provided perfect oreo dunking access.

"What do you mean by that?"  I asked.  He opened the oreos and offered them to me.

"I'm just observant.  I think your husband is a cheater."

"I know."

"So leave him?"

"Working on it."  I said.

"How?"  he asked.

"I need to find a place to stay before I do that."

"You'd rather stay while he's cheating on you.  He's the one who hit you right?"

"No I fell."

"Tell that to someone who didn't see the faint trace of a hand print."  he said.  "I know and I can go to the police for it."

"You can't."  I said.

"Why?"  he asked.

"Because it won't do any good."  I said.

"It will too."  he said.

"Let me make the statement."  I said.

"Statement?"  Justin said coming in.

"We were just discussing a statement he has to make for business school.  I offered to help him get started."

"Ah.  Well, I have to go out of town.  I'll be back in a couple of weeks."

"Okay."

"I'm all packed, so I'll see you when I get back."  he said and I nodded.  He walked out of the room and Owen returned his attention to me.

"Not even a kiss goodbye?"  he asked.

"He's not very affectionate."  I said.

"Has he always been like that?"  he asked.

"No."  I said.

"If I was married to such a beautiful woman like yourself, I'd be more than affectionate."  he said low in my ear before walking out of the room.  His voice and scent caused a stir I hadn't felt in a long time.  My wolf was awakening by his presence.  I hadn't felt that since Justin and I dated in college.