The Alpha's Possession: The Choice

CHARLES’S POV   Where the hell did she put my tie? I remember wearing it when I got here. My head is splitting wide open. I know I drank one too many, but I wasn’t in the mood for Lacey’s s**t tonight. She is desperate and needy, but the rest of the clan was off for the evening. There she was bending over the file cabinet, so I took her. She deserved everything she had coming to her; tight skirt right below her assets, fishnet stockings, and a pouty pair of lips that reached out to me every time I turned her away from my desk. It has been a while, but I had her before. She isn’t all that great but better than nothing, so I took her home. She practically begged for me to come in, so I thought why the hell not. The biggest mistake ever. I will never forget the first time. This chick had drapes from the 1970s, and I am not talking about the ones hanging off her window. The moment she dropped her granny panties, I knew I needed a drink to get through the night. I remember thinking to myself, well at least she had good taste in scotch.  Most women only keep the wine in their cabinets. We drank a few until the rest of the night was thankfully a blur. Tonight, there was not much difference. We drank, Lacey begged, and I obliged. We ended up stripping from one end of the house to the other.  Now, I am looking for the rest of my clothes so I can get the hell out of here. I have found my shirt, shoes, and pants but still no f*****g tie. “Charley Baby, can you come and help me? I need to piss really bad.” Help her? Why does she need help? Curiously, I tiptoe the rest of the way down the hallway, so she won’t hear me. I step to the side and peek through the doors. She looks up; thankfully, I step back just in the nick of time. Shit, that was close! “Charlie Baby, are you there?” The woman moans out. “Ohhh, my head…” I peak in just enough by the hinges and see it. s**t! I tied her up with my tie! “Charlie?” The desperation was filling her voice.  “Charlie! Oh, thank God! I thought you left me.”  ... And unfortunately, she caught me as well. Lacey smiles gratefully and wiggles her wrist and legs back and forth. “Can you please untie me, baby? I really gotta pee.” Maybe it is the Alpha in me, but I hate being rushed unless it is necessary and trust me. This is not a ‘necessity.’ Leg by leg, I put my navy slacks back on and tuck my c**k back in my pants. I watch as Lacey wiggles her hips back and forth while her eyes plead for me to hurry. God, she’s a pain. Slowly, I place my arms back in each sleeve and watch as her eyes float from trying not to soak the bed. “Charlie baby, I don’t mean to sound impatient, but don’t you think you could get dressed after you help me?” The sincerity is not there, but at least I am nice enough to grace her with a smile. I put my navy jacket back on, reach in the depths of my left pocket, and pull out a single cigarette and my lighter. “Nope.” “Nope?” She appears lost and half agitated. “What the hell, Charlie?” I light my cigarette and puff the smoke right in her face. She coughs several times and starts to pee all over the bed. Her face flooded with anger and embarrassment as she screamed out my name. I watch, not caring, and drop my cigarette to the floor. With my brown leather shoe, I press the cigarette deep into her shaggy white carpet. I nod and walk out of the room, leaving Lacey with only heated memories of last night, my heavy scent covering her skin, and a soaking wet bed. “Good luck with that.” Great. Now I need to go to Monroe’s Shop to buy another tie. This is the third time this week.  “Damn. That was a good one too.”   *******   PEARL’S P.O.V.   Tiny drops of rain fall on the tip of my tongue. I close my eyes as I sit on the broken tree branch by the pond in an abandoned park. No one comes here anymore. They say drug dealers and prostitutes run the place, but I will tell you, I have hidden from the landlord and the cops so many times and not once have I seen a single human being–a few stray coyotes even a wolf or two, but never a human being. It is not so much that I stay in trouble all the time. It is the fact that I am broke. I owe four months of rent to Mr. Weasley; I am three months late on the phone and electric bill, and I have more people breathing down my neck than I care to admit. My intentions were never to screw anyone over. I thought I had everything under control, but the debt kept burying me further and further, so deep that the only chance of surviving is hiding and living off the land. I don’t mind, really. When night falls, I catch dinner or sometimes scrounge near a local restaurant, and during the day when places are busy, I slip in and use their bathrooms. All I need from my house are a fresh set of my clothes, well at least for now. The seasons are changing too quickly for my blood. The crisp leaves on the trees are in piles on the ground, and I keep hearing the town’s folk putting up lights on the building and street poles. Having no electricity was fine for a while, but the chill is settling in my bones. That is why I am sitting here on the branch reading yesterday’s paper some old man left on a table near the restroom. Through the raindrops splashing on the black print, I am reviewing a few open positions for some local jobs. None of which look promising, but something is better than nothing until I can improve my situation. I raise my arms and sniff my armpits several times.  Oh, God. That’s bad! I will need a wash before I go to any of these places. My clothes are worn out too. Right before I close the paper, I see a sale written in bright red at the Monroe’s Shop. It is a small boutique that is not heavily covered by surveillance. “Maybe I can get away with taking at least a dress or something to make myself look halfway decent for an interview. Hmm, maybe a bottle of perfume too.” The raindrops fall faster and faster, causing my bones to shiver. “s**t, I better go back and get a few things before the landlord throws it away. “I hope he hasn’t locked the windows this time.” I stand up and cover my shirt over the top of my head. With determination and a new goal, I run towards the back gate and almost make it before falling flat on my face.  “s**t!”