Alpha Beach

Help Is On The Way

The moment she moved to she thought there would be more people coming in but they simply passed by. Michelle cursed as she switched off the water and moved forward towards the door. She could hear it in her head. The thumping. It was as if he was still there but the moment was branded in her mind. She wouldn’t forget this. 

Instead she carefully moved the lock so that she could still pull it closed and lock it again if necessary. Michelle slowly opened the door to find no one at all. All that was left from before was the drying footprints on the cement slab below her. As she moved she realized her own and wished she could disappear like they could. 

There was no time to dwell on this. She needed a plan to cover up immediately, if not sooner. Stalking around the other stalls she found small items like a wash towel sized squeegee which was good for quickly drying and not holding onto the water like a towel would, but that didn’t help her nakedness.  

“Think!” she hissed at herself. 

As strong as she was, she knew she couldn’t go around snapping the locks off of lockers. That was morally wrong and she never wanted any true weight left on her conscience like that would. Michelle then thought about what was readily available to her in a bathroom. There wasn’t much. Honestly, it just had to get her back out and into the sand. She could borrow a towel and depending on the guard in the chair’s wardrobe that day, she might have even had the opportunity to bum a shirt off one of them…

But how was she going to do it? She couldn’t streak her way there. 

Well… she could but being arrested for streaking didn’t seem like the right way to go about this either. Michelle rounded the corner to check the bathroom stalls for left items she could borrow when she realized the toilet paper. She could fashion a way to cover herself up in her more private places and make a break for it that way. 

It could work. The chairs weren’t that far, she told herself. And so she shoved her way into the stall in front of her to create this toilet paper masterpiece. 

It took a few tries to figure out her lowers and how to move without ripping the perforated squares. When she got it she found herself quickly fastening her top. Her muscles tensed with anticipation, jumping at literally every sound. 

It was hard to calm down though. Her plan was just about ready to start and she was at the helm of an already sinking ship. Asking herself what could go wrong sounded about as asinine as she was sporting a toilet paper bikini to go out in public with… but it had to be done. 

Michelle took one more steadying breath before heading out towards the main entrance only to see Shane of all people approaching. Maybe he wouldn’t see her, she told herself in desperation. Maybe he would just head in the other direction. Or better still, he could ignore her for the s**t she pulled this morning. 

A whine ripped through her throat. It was one only she thought she could hear but his eyes were trained on her. He had to have heard it too. Michelle winced as he looked her over in shock, not hunger, and proceeded to head in her direction. 

Shit.   

What was she going to tell him? Her mind raced as he approached. He seemed to only frown more as he came closer. 

Not a word passed between them when he reached the door. Instead, he took the liberty of searching the bathroom. He stopped in places she had been and inhaled deeply in others. It was his Alpha that did that. He was on duty, she told herself. 

He wasn’t there for her since what she said this morning. 

He had no claim to her and never would, the voice inside her hissed, because of your sassy little comment, you brat! 

Without so much as another sound, he slipped out the door and took it from her. He looked defeated when his eyes finally locked on hers, then slowly closed it, locking her in. 

Michelle could feel her eyes well up in response but said nothing to him. Not even his name. 

Just beyond the door, she heard his radio blip and the low rumble of his voice but none of the words that left his lips. His tone was tough and deliberate and that little voice inside of her just wouldn’t quit about it either. 

She couldn’t believe what she could hear within her own head. Since when did she do that to herself anyway?

Michelle isn’t sure how long it had been since Shane had closed her into the locker room but now she could faintly hear sirens near them. Doors opened and shut just beyond them and several voices began to take over the space. 

A female’s rang out, stopping the men from relaying their information for passage. 

“What’s in the bag, Bisenger?” Shane asked a little too loudly. It was as if he was trying to tell her who was coming and that she would have something with her. 

“Shut it, Scherer,” Bisenger snarled, her own Alpha was raging and Michelle could hear it wasn’t because of her situation. 

That was calming. 

“Let me in or help your girl--”

Michelle swallowed hard at the thought that maybe he wanted more out of her. Was it wrong to pray that he would come in? Could he scent that even though she didn’t present yet? 

As the door opened, Michelle stepped back to see Briana instead of Shane and couldn’t help the pang of hurt that stabbed her in response. 

She’s tall and built like the rest of them but despite their rules for keeping hair up and out of her eyes, Briana has always worn her hair down. It’s long and black which makes her green eyes stand out just that much more against her caramel skin. 

“Good to see you too, Mich,” Briana Bisenger replied. 

“Sorry. I just seem to be pissing everyone off today,” she started only to be interrupted on the spot. 

“You’re ripe,” Michelle heard Briana reply. “Meaning,” she paused knowing full well that Michelle would ask what that meant. “You’re close to finding out what you are.” 

Briana then frowned taking stock of the scents she could in the showers. 

“There were multiples? Here with you?”

“None touched me, if that’s what you mean.”

“Maybe not physically,” Michelle frowned. Her eyebrow lifted in question only to get more. “Psychologically,” Briana said. “As in this event is going to screw you up,” she sighed, then handed Michelle a bag of clothes that weren’t her own. 

They smelled faintly like Briana which wasn’t off putting but somewhere deep inside her she begged for Shane’s instead. 

“Put these on,” she commanded but it wasn’t quite an Alpha command. “When you’re done we’ll do an incident report and speak with the police. They may want you to act out what had happened to make sure they know what happened here. Do you think you can do that?”

Her agreement to do such a thing didn’t settle in until after she did what she was told and began. It was hard getting back in the stall and counting out each way the adoring public came to visit. The officers appreciated her information and left afterwards, which meant she was on her own with Briana thereafter. 

Shane had since left and all at once, home didn’t feel like home anymore. 

“Where do you want to go now?”

Michelle frowned at the question, unsure of what to say. 

“As in, where were you going after this all happened?”

“Home,” Michelle lied. 

“Ah…” Briana replied with a nod. “Shane’s up in his chair now. Since your stunt and your status your two options are actually home or the guard shack. So, what’ll it be?”