An Alpha's Desire

Who Are You?

"Sadie!"

I whipped my head to the right, looking for whoever called my name. My brown eyes focused in on a young girl, her faded blue dress hung on her small frame like a curtain. Her black hair was tied up in a knot upon her head as two strands framed her face. I couldn't tell the color of her eyes being 50 feet away, but I could tell she was in a panic as both of her slim arms went up in the air, her hands waving frantically.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who is she? How does she know my name?

I tucked my dyed blonde hair behind my ear as I stood up from the cafe table and closed my notebook. My phone buzzed against the table, signaling a message. I ignored it as I put my notebook, pen, and phone into my backpack before hauling it over my shoulders.

"Sadie!" The young girl hollered my name again, still in a panic.

Maybe someone else? I looked around as crowds of people passed the young girl in a hurry due to the rush hour. No one was noticing her, except me.

I started walking towards her, the agonizing pain that I once felt in my foot a year ago was now gone. I put my head down slightly, and pushed my baseball cap down.

One I reached the young girl, she wrapped her slim arms around my waist. I tensed up, still not knowing who this young girl was. I felt her small body shake in my frame from fear.

Why would she be scared? Has someone hurt her?

I pulled back slightly, hoping she would get the hint. She did and pulled away, wiping her nose with her arm. I couldn't think about how gross it or how unhygienic it was for her to do so, because the only thing that was on my mind was who she was and how she knew my name.

Maybe a relative? But I don't know have that many, two of them are in prison and the rest are in Alaska. So how would she get here? Maybe she ran away?

I cleared my throat as I adjusted my 10lb backpack.  "Who are you?" I asked her.

She looked up at me, her brown eyes watered as she opened her mouth to say something but closed it. She looked back down as she sniffled, trying to hold her tears in.

"Mia."

I furrowed my eyebrows  confusion. Mia? Mia who? Mia doesn't ring a doorbell.

"Okay, I have no idea who you are. You must have the wrong Sadie, Mia" I told her as I started to walk away.

I felt a tug on my hand and froze. "No, don't go."

I slowly turned back around to face her. I clenched my jaw as my heart clenched for the young girl.

"Then who are you?" I asked her, getting frustrated.

"Mia." She told me, looking back up at me.

"I know your name is Mia but I have no idea who you are." I told her, not trying to hide my frustration.

"Reynolds. My last name is Reynolds. " Mia told me as she wringed her small hands.

I quirked an eyebrow as I nodded, urging her to go on.

She sighed. "I seen a picture of you a little while ago." She told me, bringing her head back down.

I cursed under my breath, that damn newspaper that New York City published a year ago. 

Her brown eyes lit up in amazement. As she continued. "I thought it was amazing how you got away, you inspired me and -"

I shook my head as I cut her off.  "Listen, that was all fake. None of it was true. So you can go back home to your parents." I told her, obviously lying but the last thing I needed was a rebellious girl running from her parents.

"I don't have any parents." She muttered under her breath. I inhaled sharply as I froze. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly before reopening them and turning back to her.

I bent down to her height and tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I genuinely apologized.

"I was young so I barely remember them." She told me as she looked up at me.

I nodded. "Do you have anyone you can go home with?" I asked her, looking around.

She shook her head no. That's weird.

"Then how did you get here?" I asked her, confused.

"I'm from here, in New York. My uncle lives in the city, so when my parents died I had to come live with him." She told me, as she grimaced.

"So why don't you go back to your uncle?" I asked Mia.

"Because, he hurts me." She whimpered.

I inhaled sharply. He hurts her?
"He hurts you?" I asked her.

She nodded her head yes as a tear rolled down her left cheek.

I stood up straight and adjusted my backpack once more, realizing that this conversation wasn't going to end any time soon.

"Are you hungry?" I asked Mia, looking down at her. She was skinny, too skinny. Perhaps slightly malnuritioned.

Her brown eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly. A crooked smile stretched acrossed her face, replacing the frown.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked her.

Her eyes squinted as she thought about what she was wanting.

"Pizza?" She asked me, her brown eyes filled with hope. I grinned.

"Sure." I told her, a small grin made its way across my face.

Mia giggled before embracing me with another hug, but this time instead of a hug of fear it was a hug of comfort.

I put my arms around her as a frown made it's way across my face. Something was off.