My Alpha's Secret

Chapter Thirteen

**Paige's POV**

My head throbs in a dulling annoying pain as I come to. I roll over not realizing where I am.

BAMMM

I land hard on the cold surface of hardwood floors. I open my eyes fully awake, to see familiar surrounding. I'm home? But how? I don't remember much of anything from last night.

I can see light streaming in throught the sheer curtains my mom had given me as a house warming gift. The room was in major need of a new paint job. I've grown tired of the color and just been putting off going and picking out a new one.

*My head hurts* I tell Pearl, still a little groggy.

*Sshhh* She says. *No talky. Not ready to hear the sound of our voices. *

Dang. Love you too. I pick myself up off the floor relying on the end table for support. I notice something sitting in clear view, on the top of the table. It's a note with the sentence *'You need to be more careful.'*

*What the hell?* I ask Pearl. *What is this?*

*Your consceince.* She says sarcastically. Surely mad that I'm talking to her.

Great just what I need, a smartass. I grab the note and walk to the kitchen. One thing on my mind. Hangover tea. It's a special blend I concocked, consisting of lemon zest, cloves, fresh ginger and mint. It's not the best tasting thing in the world but it gets the job done. I place the tea bag in a mug of hot water and let it sit. After about five minutes of leaning up against the counter in complete silence, I start looking for some local organic honey I had purchased for a pack member who had a bee farm. It's the perfect sweetener for this special blended tea. It's very well spiced and is tolerable at best. I take my mug and the note with me as I step onto the porch. The afternoon air it humid and hot. Even in the shade of the porch it must be at least eighty degrees out here. I take a seat on my porch swing as I place my mug on the table.

"You need to be more careful." I read the note outloud. I flip it over looking for any clues to who might have written it. There was nothing. Scratching my head wondering who it was from, I take a sip from my cup. The tea warming me from the inside. Not that I needed to be warmed in this heat. I set my mug back down and pick up a pack of cigarettes I had left on the porch table yesterday before going to work. I take one out and light it, taking a slow drag I try to remember the details of last night.

I remember going to the celebration with Amber. I remember seeing Scott in the foyer, and him walking us to our table. I remember Master Alpha's speech and the speech Alpha Dom had given. I deginitely remember Alpha Dom. His thick dark hair, his hazel eyes which had been green in the artificial light. I remember not noticing him in the treeline. How had I not been able to sense his presense? That's still a mystery. A pureblood alpha and I wasn't able to sense him.

I remember he took my joint. And never gave it back. But I guess that's okay since he is Alpha and I do have more. I remember him leaving shortly after Scott had walked over, but that where it starts to get blurry. How many drinks did I have last night? Two? Three? Four? I honestly couldn't remember. Let alone, how I woke up in my bed this morning?

*I'll message Scott,* I tell Pearl. *Maybe he can give me more insight to last nights blackout?*

*Maybe* She replies. *It's worth a shot.*

Obviously she is feeling better now that we have drank some hangover tea. I reach in my back pocket for my phone, which to my surprise isn't there. I put my cigarette out and walk inside. I look at the clock on the wall which reads 1:59.

*Damn.* I say to Pearl. *I don't have time to search for my phone. We got to go get Mason.*

*How could you forget?* She asks.

*I didn't. I just lost track of time.* I tell her.

I run to my room and get a pair of socks out the dresser that is directly across from my bed. I run back to the living room and put on my socks. I grab my pewter gray vans from beside the door and quickly put them on. I grab my car keys off the wall and shut the door behind me. Pulling out the driveway, I head to my moms house, hoping that I haven't made her late for work.

Once I get to my moms house, I could tell she was in a rush. Her long gray twinged hair pulled back in a braid, and wearing her favorite Nightmare Before Halloween scrubbs, she gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she got in her car and left.

With Mason now in my backseat, I head back home.

"How was you stay with Mimi?" I ask him. His face lighting up.

"We ate spaghetti!" He says excited.

"Oh yeah?" I ask him in my mommy voice. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah." He says quitely. Causing me to steal a glance at him in my rear veiw mirror.

"Just yeah?" I ask him fishing for a reason.

"Yeah, Mimi's fun but I like hanging out with mommy more." He says whole heartedly.

*Aww* Pearl gushes. *Amen little man.*

Hearing that makes my heart soar. Maybe I'm doing something right after all. I turn on the radio and we listen to music in silence all the way home.

Pulling into the yard, I see a car I don't recognize. It a very nice old black Cheverlet Camero.