Claiming The Alpha (9 page)

Was seconds away from death, bright white light, the whole thing. And he changed right there and bit me…

to save me, I guess. So here I am.”

Every emotion she thought she could have coursed through Nikki. She felt pity for Lori, angry with

Ryan, sad that she’d never known this, regret for not being there for her friend. But most of all she was just confused.

“Save you? …But you’ve never…I’ve never seen you change.”

“I don’t usually. And never in front of anyone. Sometimes I get restless and go out at night, but not

often. I don’t have the need, anymore. But when I was using, it was harder. I couldn’t control myself…”

She tilted her head, regarding Nikki. “You remember. You used to call me a hellion, tell me I was a loose cannon.”

Nikki nodded. At the worst times when she was using, Lori had disappeared, sometimes for just a day

or so, but sometimes longer. She’d never told Nikki where she’d gone or who’d she’d been with. Nikki

assumed she’d just holed up somewhere with her dealer or some druggie friends and spent the time high. It broke her heart to imagine Lori, as a wolf, out on the street, doing whatever it was wolves did.

“I got off the drugs because of this…it’s almost impossible to control this thing if you’re using. Ryan’s all fucked up now, in more ways than one. He was probably high today, if he started changing in front of

you.”

Nikki nodded, the image of Ryan coming back. “I think he was. He was talking about the sex for pay

thing and…then he just went off, grabbing at me, pawing me…and I slapped him.”

Lori winced. “Yeah, that’d set him off.”

She got up, walking into the kitchen. “You want a beer? I think you could use one.”

“Yeah. I guess. So…” Lori came back and handed her a cold bottle, sitting down on the couch. Nikki

took a swallow, watching Lori.

“So, Ryan’s a lycanthrope. He bit you, you’re one like him.”

“Um-hum.” Lori took a drink from her beer. “Pretty cut and dried. Not much intricate detail. They bite,

you’re one of them.”

“And you knew Jax was a werewolf all along?” Nikki shook her head. “I can’t believe you kept that

secret, that you didn’t tell me.”

“Not my place to tell you. I didn’t want you to fall in love with him…I never wanted that. You know, I

can’t decide those things for you.”

“But you said he was a good guy.” Nikki frowned. “But you don’t like him?”

“I did think he’s a good guy, still do. But he’s still a werewolf and for one night each month, he’s

something totally different than what you know now. There’s no going back from that.”

Nikki was quiet for a long moment. She couldn’t keep any more secrets, didn’t want to hold back now

that everything else was out on the table. “He asked me to be his mate.”

Lori almost choked on her beer. “You’re kidding? Really? Jesus…you told him no, right? Tell me you

left him, got the hell out.”

Nikki didn’t answer, didn’t need to. She read everything in Lori’s face, watched her eyes narrow, saw

the disappointment in their blue depths. “You can’t become a werewolf, Nikki. It’s not what’s good for you.

Trust me on this.”

“But I love him.” Why couldn’t Lori see how much this meant to her? Why was her best friend the one

putting up roadblocks to her happiness?

“And it’ll be the hardest thing you ever do, if you stay with him. You don’t want that.” Lori shook her

head.

Nikki frowned at Lori. “You don’t know what I want. I don’t think you even know me anymore…and

I,” she paused only briefly contemplating whether to say it before going forward, “I certainly don’t know you at all.”

Nikki set her beer on the coffee table and stood up. “I’ll come get my stuff later. Just put it all in the duffel, leave it in the hall if you want.”

“Where are you going? Back to Jax?” Lori stood, holding her bottle of beer.

“Yeah, I am. Back to Jax…the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Nikki walked down the hall to the apartment door. She stopped with her hand on the knob and turned

around. Lori was leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest, her face set in hard lines.

“I do care about you, Nikki. But you’re making a mistake. A serious one. I’m looking out for you, like I

always have.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need you to look out for me. Not anymore… not ever again.”

Nikki turned the doorknob and stepped into the hall, closing the door softly behind her. The crash of

the bottle hitting the door and the shatter of glass made her jump, but not as much as she thought she

would. Lori had a mean throw and Nikki guessed right about now, a trail of beer was running down the

other side of the door, pooling among the broken shards of glass on the floor.

She sighed, headed down the stairs and turned toward the corner. She had no money, and if she

remembered correctly, the bus stop she wanted, the bus that would take her to Jax, was two streets over. At least the rain had stopped. She should count herself lucky.

*

Jax tried the door to Ryan’s shop, but it was locked. He peered through the rain-streaked glass in the

door, but the room was dark. His knocking brought no one.

He turned, trudging back down the damp sidewalk, flipping shut his phone in frustration. Nikki wasn’t

answering her cell; she wasn’t at Ryan’s. The only place left was Lori’s apartment.

Lori wasn’t first on his list of people to see right now, but he cut through the alley behind her building, scaling the low wall that separated a trash filled courtyard from the street. He took the front steps two at a time, the guys with the bottle, who seemed to be a permanent fixture, missing today. Probably driven inside by the rain.

He knocked on Lori’s door. There was a muffled curse from inside and then the sound of locks

opening. The door opened a crack and Lori peered out, accompanied by the strong scent of beer.

“Where’s Nikki?”

“She’s not here. She left…to go back to you.”

Jax looked at Lori closely. Her eyes were red-rimmed. It was hard for him to imagine she’d been crying,

but that’s the impression he got.

“She’s not answering her cell. When did she leave?”

“Wait.” The door closed, the sound of the chain being pulled back muffled and then Lori opened the

door.

“Watch the glass.”

Jax looked down, stepping around a puddle of beer and shards of a bottle, staying near the door. Lori

called over her shoulder to him as she walked down the hall. He frowned. She was barefoot and there was

an imprint of her right foot in blood in the hall.

“Here.” She was walking toward him, holding something in her hand.

“Lori, you cut your foot. You should be more…”

“Careful?” She made an unpleasant sound that might have been a laugh. “Here. Take this. It’s Nikki’s

cell. Must’ve fallen out of her purse when she was here.”

He took the phone, sticking it in his pocket. “You okay?”

She waved her hand. “Yeah. Fucking great. Like always. You should go…find Nikki. She’s had a bad

day.”

“Bad day how?” Lori’s whole demeanor bothered him. He remembered Nikki had told him she and Lori

had a fight. Was this still the aftermath of that?

“Guy she works for, he’s just like us, one of the creatures of the night.”

Jax’s stomach dropped. Nothing Lori said could have been further from what he was thinking. And

what she told him was unthinkable. “Ryan’s a werewolf?”

“No, not quite. Lycanthrope. You know, the ones who can change at will. The ones who are making

your life difficult at the moment. Although he’s not your guy…never has been. I can vouch for that.”

Jax opened his mouth, one of a hundred questions on the tip of his tongue. But Lori cut him off.

“That’s enough truth for one night. Don’t you have some place more important to be, knowing all that?”

She advanced toward him, her eyes over-bright, either from tears or anger at him. He wasn’t sure and he

didn’t want to find out. Not with Nikki in potential danger.

He backed down the short hallway, his boots crunching through the glass. Lori leaned against the open

door, her face hard.

“One of us has to look out for her. She’s picked you, so, go. Go look after her.”

Jax turned as she slammed the door in his face. He heard the bolt being shot home and the chain and a

muffled curse. And then it was quiet. He turned and walked down the stairs to the sidewalk, heading for

home.

Chapter Six

The bus stop was down the block from Jax’s house. It was dark, the street dimly lit and she hurried

toward the big house and the welcoming porch light. The front door was unlocked and she pushed it open,

hesitating just inside. The house was oddly quiet, no boisterous guys watching television, just a few voices in the kitchen. She thought she recognized Finn’s voice and she headed toward the back of the house,

passing through the large living room.

“Hello?” Her voice seemed small in the large room. There was a noise behind her and she jumped.

“Nikki. What are you doing here?” It was Bec, standing by the window, the streetlight casting a dim

glow over his form.

“I was…looking for Jax. Is he here?”

“No. He’s… out. But he should be back soon.” He took a few steps toward her, coming out of the

shadows. Everything about him was so similar to Jax, except the blonde hair. And the look in his eyes.

They were cold, so unlike Jax’s glowing silver eyes. Bec’s eyes were ice blue, his gaze so intense she took an involuntary step backward.

“Have a seat. Get comfortable and you can wait for him.” He motioned to an overstuffed chair.

“Anything I can help you with?” He sat down on the leather couch, still watching her.

“I was going…I wanted to talk to him. Something happened.”

“You can tell me. I’ll see him later. Or, maybe I can help.” He leaned back against the couch and Nikki

decided she could trust him with this. It was important and someone should know what she’d found out

about Ryan, that he was a lycanthrope and he’d attacked her. Jax told her she was the target

“I think I know who the lycanthrope is. The one who’s been attacking people. Jax thought it was

obsessed with me, and, well, something happened today.”

Bec leaned forward, his eyes locked on Nikki. “Who is it? Where is he?”

“It’s the guy I work for, Ryan. He’s got a tattoo shop close to where I live. He changed today… right in

front of me. He’s a dealer, probably high, and…well, I slapped him. And he attacked me.” Her words were

rushed, a furious breath of air escaping her lips as though the faster she told him the better she felt.

The change in Bec was immediate. Every muscle in his body tensed, his eyes almost glowing. He sat up

and Nikki leaned back in her chair. He was intimidating and she had a flash of him as the wolf in the alley with Jax. He’d stood his ground with the thing, putting himself between it, and her and Lori.

“Can you take me there? Show me where he is?”

Nikki nodded. “Yeah, I can.”

*

Jax bounded up the stairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. He found Finn in the kitchen with

Angela, sitting at the table. They both looked tense, Angela’s face drawn. Finn sat hunched over, arms

resting on the table. He looked up as Jax walked in.

“Where’s Bec, the rest of the pack?”

“Most are upstairs, waiting. Bec was here, but he left with Nikki, just a few minutes ago.”

“Left with Nikki? Why? Where did they go?” Why the hell would Nikki leave with Bec?

“I don’t know, something about her workplace.” Finn’s voice was low.

Jax ran his hand over his face, lost in his thoughts. He left the house quickly without further word to

Finn, heading back to where he’d just come from, hoping to hell he got there before Nikki and Bec. Nikki

was wrong, but Bec didn’t know that.

*

“There. That little house in the middle.”

Nikki and Bec were across the street from Ryan’s. The shop was dark, the sign out front turned off.

Something was off, but before she could say anything, Bec was pulling her across the street.

“Where does he live? Above the shop?”

“I don’t really know. I think there’s a stairway in the back room that goes upstairs. I really haven’t been anywhere but the front room.”

“Fire escape? Anything like that?” Bec was looking at the front of the building, sizing up the windows

on the first floor.

“Don’t know. Like I said, never got passed the front. But I think…”

She stopped, the sound of breaking glass cutting off her words. Bec had jammed his elbow through the

glass on the front door. He waited a moment and when no sound came from inside, or any of the

neighboring buildings, he carefully reached through the opening and grabbed the knob, opening the door.

“Come on.”

Nikki looked over her shoulder as Bec pulled her into the cramped front room. It was just as it was

when she’d left, one of the chairs on its back on the floor. Bec was prowling around the small space,

moving behind the beaded curtains.

“This? What is it?” His voice was barely audible and she strained to hear him.

“Where he…does business. Tattoos, if he did them. Sells drugs.” She trailed after Bec as he moved

further into the room.

“That’s the door upstairs.” Bec pointed and Nikki saw the open door, the first few stairs visible, the rest disappearing into the darkness. Bec turned to her, something shiny in his hand. She backed up, stumbling

over a box on the floor.

“Here, take this.” He pushed something into her hand. She looked down; it was a knife, long and shiny

and very heavy.

“What the hell is this?” She stared down at the knife, the intricate carvings on the handle, the heavy