The supreme alpha's possession

Chapter 5: Nextdoor neighbor

You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you- Brian Tracy

Alexandria's pov

Oh no! I f****d up. How did I not get his last name? I could have prepared myself for this by not showing up. And Kaiden didn’t even give me his first name. That asshole! He simply said;

“He’s moving into the house next door to yours, and his last name is Grayson. That's all you need.”

Shit! s**t! s**t!

I brought my eyes back to the tall tanned, glass of water currently f*****g me with his eyes. This is not going to end well; I just know it. Did he know I was coming? My goodness, if this isn’t awkward, I don’t know what is. I suddenly regret telling Kaiden that he wasn’t allowed to put any other person on the case. Yeah, those words are coming back to bite me in the ass.

“Hi, so you’re Miss Olsen,” he said, a gorgeous smirk on his chiseled to perfection- face. He could charm the pants off of anyone, I just know it.

His eyes held a twinkle of amusement like this whole situation was funny to him. Something dawned on me as a light bulb had shattered in my head.

“You’re an alpha?” he nodded. “No f*****g way. I slept with an alpha!” I said, my tone had disgust in it. This explains so much. Why the feelings were new? How he was so dominant and in charge, no beta can do that. No omega has the balls to do that. They’re usually afraid of me. Oh s**t. Holy f**k. I slept with- ugh I can’t say it again. Chris is going to have a hell of a day when I tell him this.

“You make it sound so bad. Have you never been with an alpha?” he cackled. My blood boiled with rage, and my cheeks burned in embarrassment. I want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“I cannot work with you,” I stated in a tone that left no room for arguments. He crossed his arms over his... what kind of workouts does a man do for him to get pecs that firm and big.

“Well, I hate to upset you. But I came here as a favor to your town’s alpha, if you won’t work with me, I will leave.”

My jaw dropped to the floor. He can’t be serious. “Your joking?” I tried calling him out on his bluff.

“Ask Kaiden, I don’t tell jokes. Remember Angel, I am an honest man.” he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and his eyes went back to undressing me. I felt naked under his hot gaze.

I rolled my shoulders; no alpha will get the better of me. No matter how hot they are. Or how good they made me feel. Nope! They can't get- he will not get the upper hand.

“Be professional, we are to find a killer. Whatever happened on Saturday, was a one-time thing.” I reminded him. I didn’t want either of us to get distracted. Well, mostly him. I can handle myself. He looks ready to pound me into next week.

I wish he would.

No, I don’t!

“Deal. Come on in, let’s talk over breakfast. You can fill me in on the things that weren’t listed in the binder.” I watched his lips as he spoke, and swallowed. He moved to the side, giving me space to step into his home. My arm grazed his chest, I felt dizzy. What the heck is wrong with me?

He led me to the kitchen, like a polite gentleman. Who is over six foot, nearly seven, and is the definition of hotness. I stared at his clothing; the t-shirt he wore hugged his fit body too well. I can see his abs through them. And those loose pants had me wanting to ask him the same question he had asked me at the bar. Are you wearing any underwear?

And to top it all off, the whole place smelled like him. I was swamped with his musky, outdoorsy scent. I hadn’t realized I was standing in the hallway, staring at him while he got to work in preparing some sort of meal.

Heavens, he can cook too? I wished mother nature would open her mouth and swallow me whole. I don’t want to be here right now.

“Take a seat, Miss Olsen.” I cringed.

“Just call me Alex, or Alexa.” hearing him calling me by my last name just felt wrong. I can’t explain why. And the less I think about it, the better. I crossed the distance to his kitchen, taking a seat on one of the wooden stools. Great décor, Priya knew what she was doing when she designed the house. And chose not to sell it. How did Kaiden get her to give up her precious house?

“How do you like your eggs?”

Scrambled with a dash of hot spicy man. “Surprise me.”

He flashed me a shy smirk before he turned back to the pan. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I need to talk about something, I can’t be trusted with my thoughts. “Umm, what do you know so far?”

“Just the basics. You guys call them the ‘barbwire killer’ which is lame and unimaginative.”

I laughed softly. “That’s exactly what I said to Marty. He’s the sheriff of stupidity. The justice system and law enforcement here is worthless and doesn’t do much.”

He snorted. “The killer has taken one hundred of you guys, I don’t think they’re doing anything at all.”

I bobbed my head up and down, agreeing with him. Damn, this is not what I was expecting. I don’t want a lighthearted conversation, let’s take it up a notch. I wiped the foolish smile off my face and kept a serious one. The one I used to handle people.

“So, what’s the first thing you plan on doing?”

He plated the eggs, and- is that sausages and bacon? When did he make those? He's fast that’s for sure. But he doesn’t c*m fast which is good...

I almost facepalmed. My thoughts are drifting down a dark path, and so are my eyes. STOP IT!!!

“I would like to see the body you have first, and then talk to the victim's wife.” he placed a plate in front of me, handing me a knife and fork a second later.

“Good luck, Mel isn’t talking to anyone. She's-” I gulped down some saliva. “-broken. Detached. She's not herself anymore.”

And that stabbed at my heart, Mel used to be a happy, ray of sunshine, and now... she’s just depressed and suicidal.

“I take it you’re hoping finding this killer will give your friend some closure?”

I glared at him. I don’t know how he read my emotions right but I don’t have to f*****g like it. He didn’t flinch, instead, his smirk increased. He was getting something out of this. Jokes on him, if there’s one thing, I'm very good at, it’s putting alphas in their place.

He ate his meal, unbothered by the harsh way my eyes stared at him.

He offered me a can of beer; I took it reluctantly. We ate in silence, my body felt like it had been set on fire. And I regret my choice of clothes. A jean jacket and matching jean shorts, come on, it’s like I came to seduce him. I say this because I wore a short white crop top. And the jeans showed off my belly button.

I don’t think I'm the only one that noticed my outfit, dark eyes roamed my body again. He's not even trying to hide it... I’m going to deck him in his jaw if he keeps f*****g me with those brown orbs.

“I think I'm stuffed, why don’t we head over to my place,” his eyes widened. I rephrased my words. “Why don’t we go over to my house so you can see the body, at least what’s left of it.”

His deep chuckle brought an unfamiliar feeling to my chest, I hope that means I'm having cancer. Or some terminal disease. Something contagious so he can die with me.