Page 2 of Unknowingly Adopting the Alpha
I’d deleted my email, too, and made a brand new one. I should’ve just gotten myself a new number while I was at it, and maybe I would once I was moved in and everything. My father wasn’t someone who was used to being rejected, or dismissed, or anything really that wasn’t perfect submission and loyalty. He was good at his job, which included buying and selling big properties. One of the reasons I couldn’t get away fast enough was the fact I still had no idea how to do my job there, or what my job truly was…. After years of playingSequenceon my computer I figured it was too late to ask.
A cute sign was placed up ahead with the words “Welcome to Groove Vale”. Damn, it was adorable. The whole town seemed tobe surrounded by a huge forested area, the trees enormously big and beautiful.
The road I drove on had trees on both sides and in the distance I could see houses, not high buildings with grey on grey. No, here there was color and low houses,cutehouses!
In my admiration of the approaching town, I completely missed something in a reddish-brown color running from the forest, just in front of my car.
I slammed the brakes, but it was too late. I hit the animal, swerving my car, and almost crashing into a tree. Once my car fully stopped, I panted, my fingers shaking as I unclasped my seatbelt. I’d been lucky. Not one scratch on my body. But the animal….
Stepping out on unsteady feet, I slowly made my way over to what I could see was a huge wolf. Damn, it was a beast! And I’dkilledit!
Moving faster towards it, I kneeled next to its unmoving body. I touched where I believed its heartbeat should be and let out a relieved breath when I felt its heart was still beating. Looking around at our surroundings, I figured I would need to somehow move it into my car, but it was huge! I wasn’t skinny or weak, but I had to admit Icouldspend more time lifting weights than donuts. Donuts were just much more fun to lift.
Taking in a deep breath of what I hoped was confidence filled air, I stood and carefully made my way around the wolf, searching for anything broken before I attempted to move it. The wolf was male, which was logical enough from the size of him. One of his back legs was definitely broken, so I grabbed him around his middle in a sort of hug, made sure I wasn’t hurting his ribs, then dragged us both towards my car.
Getting him inside was way harder than expected. I had to maneuver him inside with me. With all my belongings taking up space, it was a tight fit. But no way in hell was I leaving him onthe road. I was the one at fault here. Had I only paid enough attention, he wouldn’t be hurt.
With the wolf now secure in the back, I got back behind the wheel and used Google to find the nearest vet. I found one five minutes away and drove directly there, letting my GPS guide me.
The vet clinic was a nice little beige brick building with only two cars parked out front. Hopefully that meant they weren’t too busy to take a look at the wolf who was still passed out in the back.
Leaving the wolf behind felt wrong somehow, but I pushed through my unease and hurried inside the building. A woman sat behind a computer and tapped away, her red hair almost glowing in the sunlight that peeked through the window.
“Good evening,” she greeted with a friendly smile, just as a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties walked out of one of the rooms.
“Hi,” I said, knowing I needed their help as fast as possible. “I hit a wolf and need your help.”
The man stopped in his tracks and eyed me with confusion. The woman then shared a look with him I couldn’t decipher.
“A wolf?” he asked, his tone serious.
“Yes, please,” I said, gesturing to the door. “He’s in my car. Can you take a look at him?”
They shared another look, but then both followed me outside. As soon as I’d opened the backdoor and they’d had a peek, they burst out laughing.
“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed. “Why are you laughing?!”
Weren’t vets supposed to love all animals? Seriously, what was their deal?!
“I apologize,” the man wheezed. “We’ll get him inside and take care of him.”
I stepped in front of the open car door, shielding the wolf from the vets. “No need. I’ll take care of him myself.”
No way was I letting those assholes take him in. For all I knew they’d just end his life and be done with it. I felt I needed to protect this poor wolf that I’d hurt,accidentally, but still. I wanted to help him, and these people weren’t getting him.
“Sir,” the woman began. “That is a wild wolf. You cannot just take him, he’s dangerous.” Their laughter had died off by now and instead they looked ready to fight me for him.
Were all small-town people this weird?
“Nope,” I declared. “He’s mine now. I’m adopting him and will heal him myself.”
Would I be able to help a wolf with a broken leg? Not likely, but over my dead body would they take him from me.
A whimper came from behind me and I turned, finding the wolf’s green eyes on me. Relief like no other hit me, and I almost fell to my knees right there. “I’m so sorry I hit you,” I whispered. “I’ll make sure your leg will heal, I promise.”
“We can take him,” the male vet said, his tone amused.
So, they were back to thinking this was funny?!
