Page 60 of Alpha Ruined
She also needs a distraction from Cole.
She can only stay in bed so long, in the nest that she made while she was thinking of him.
Yes, she made Darlene a promise—but she wouldn’t consider thiswandering.
She’s just getting some fresh air.
Wrapping herself up in her cream sweater, she’s unlocking her car when she hears a voice that makes her freeze.
“That’s not your husband. You’re a liar.”
She turns to see Eugene, with his bloodshot eyes and swollen red nose. He staggers up the driveway, struggling for breath as he approaches Bree.
Shit.
“Good afternoon, Eugene,” she says politely.
“That’s…not…your…husband,” the older man huffs. He stands behind Bree’s car and crosses his arms, blocking the way out of the driveway. “I checked. He hasn’t been here once since the other night. And hethreatenedme.”
He puffs out his chest, glaring daggers at Bree, as her mouth falls open in shock.
“What do you mean, youchecked?”
“He wasn’t here last night, was he? Listen,girl.No one threatens me. This ismy town, and I don’t need tourists coming in here and ruining it.”
Bree’s hand shakes as she clutches her car keys. “Okay, Eugene,” she says as kindly as possible. “I’m leaving now, though.”
This man possibly killed his wife. As much as Bree wants to snap at him, fear keeps her in place, doing her best to placate him.
Cole wouldn’t let Eugene talk to her like that. Cole would know what to say.
But wishing for him now is stupid. She sent him away.
So, she’s stuck with awful Eugene and a painful sense of loneliness.
“What kind of Omega comes here by herself, anyway?” Eugene continues. “You’re stinking up the place. I don’t want to have to smell your cunt from a mile away. My wife was an Omega. Can’t stand how any of you act or smell.”
She drops the keys, and they clatter to the driveway.
Ignorant, vile man.
“Leave me alone,” she growls, all sense of propriety gone. “Bother me again, and I’ll call the sheriff.”
The drunk man grunts and bares his yellowing teeth, swaying in place as he stares Bree down.
She stares right back, keeping the bravado on her face until he stumbles back down the driveway.
Once she’s sure he’s gone, she shoots a text to Darlene, and heads to the café.
Eugene’s words are the ramblings of a drunk man, and they shouldn’t bother her.
But it’s a reminder that she’s alone.
She’s going to go through another Heat by herself, and she pushed away the only person she had an attraction to.
She’s defective and broken—she can’t even handle being kissed without having a breakdown.
Tears fill her eyes, and she blinks them away as she reaches the light to turn to the café.