Moonlit Alpha

3

That night I dreamed about Elijah Cayuse.

My mind conjured up a world in which his sculpted arms were wrapped around my body— his large fingers laced within my brown locks. Elijah's seductive, deep yellow eyes were locked onto mine, causing a burning desire to swell within my stomach. He leaned in, establishing a possessive dominance over me; his lips were about to brush mine when a deep growl escaped his teeth. I moaned against his lips, craving more of him— everything felt so hot against my bare skin.

The buzz of my iPhone invoked my eyes to flutter open. Cold sweat trickled down my aroused body. It all felt so real; my skin was flushed and extremely warm, as if I really was in his embrace.

Did you really just dream about having sex with your boss?

I furrowed my eyebrows and tentatively bit my lip. I felt kind of sick, like the pit of my stomach was aching. Weird.

I scurried into the shower hoping that the steaming water will provide a sense of normalcy. I scrubbed in my favorite shampoo— it smelled like fall spices, which reminded me of pumpkin and cinnamon flavored foods.

After wrapping my body with a plush, white towel, I stepped out into the brisk air of my bedroom. Goosebumps covered both my legs and arms.

With a toothbrush in my mouth, I got dressed in a pastel yellow blouse and navy blue skirt, as well as blowdried my hair.

"Addie?" Jennifer hesitantly stuck her head into the bathroom. Her light blue eyes were filled with concern.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, causing toothpaste bubbles to spill from my lips.

"How are you feeling?" She tilted her head while gently smiling at me.

I flashed her a confused look. Did she know about my sex dream?

Of course not, idiot— unless your moaning was really that loud.

"When you stumbled in last night I couldn't help but think you were being chased." Jennifer shyly bit her lip. Her orbs were glued to the hardwood floor.

Oh. That's right, that happened.

I furrowed my brows. The giant creatures, the park, the fighting, the running— it was all coming back to me. How could I have forgotten? I guess 'dream Elijah' had distracted me.

I spat out the toothpaste suds and rinsed my mouth before responding to her question. Thankfully it gave me time to think up something to say.

I didn't want to freak her out, so I decided to tell her the partial truth.

"Honestly, I don't know what happened. Well— I do know, but I don't know if that's really what I saw," I weakly laughed. The blonde gazed up and me, obviously confused.

"What do you mean? Have you been drinking?" Jennifer asked.

I shook my head and sighed. "No, I haven't. But I think Central Park might have an animal problem or something." A scoff escaped my lips— how else could I explain it?

"Were you attacked by an animal?" She frowned. "Because if you were we can sue, right?"

I anxiously smiled, trying to reassure her. "Not really, I was just spooked, honestly. The dog gave me the chills."

"Well, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Maybe you shouldn't walk home anymore." She shrugged while exiting the bathroom. Jennifer shuffled towards the kitchen to make a batch of coffee, humming as she went.

I followed her, keeping my hands at my sides; my fingers nervously played with the hem of my skirt. I didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"Yeah, I probably won't," I agreed, not sure what else to say. Thankfully this ended the subject.