Free Saved by the Alpha (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance, Alpha Wolf Mate) by Haley Nix

 
Saved by the Alpha
     
    You won’t believe me when I tell you this. Why?
Because no one else does. So I may as well start from the beginning, give you
the whole story, and let you judge for yourself. In the end, I don’t care if
you believe me. It happened. It’s still happening. But anyway, I might as well
get on with it.
    My name is Alexis and I’m twenty-six years old. I
live out in Brooklyn in a dingy apartment on the outskirts of the city. I moved
to New York to become a writer, but right now I spend more time waiting table
than working on stories. It’s hard just getting by. Needless to say, the glitz
and glamor of the city turned out to be something of a mirage. Sure, I see it
when I take the subway into Manhattan – the bright lights, expensive cars and
designer clothes. It’s amazing, but that’s not what life is like for most
people here.
    See, a lot of us are just struggling to get by,
working menial jobs to support our dreams. But really, I’m painting too bleak
of a picture. I love it here. There’s so much to do and see, so many interesting
and different people. You can always find some new place to go – a new bar, new
restaurant, bookstore, museum, etc. It’s truly quite amazing.
    I was out at one of these places on the night that
everything changed. I got out late from work that night. It was a Friday, so
fortunately we’d been busy and I walked out the door with a good amount of tip
money in my pocket. My girlfriends were out at a bar I’d never been to, some
place that served gigantic $5 margaritas. I desperately needed one of those
that night, maybe two.
    The rain was coming down in sheets, obscuring the
bright neon lights that surrounded me, the wet pavement reflecting the
intermittent flash of headlights and taillights. The restaurant I worked at was
blocks away from a subway. Having forgotten my umbrella, I thought it best to
take a cab so as not to show up at the bar soaking wet.
    There was another reason I took the cab, a darker
reason . For several weeks now, I’d felt as if someone had been following me.
Yes, I know that sounds certifiably insane, but trust me, it was all too real.
It’s not like I have some kind of sixth sense or anything, but I kept getting
that nervous feeling, like someone was watching me, that utter and extreme
self-consciousness of someone else’s eyes observing your every movement.
    It’s not rational, but it felt real, real enough to
be worth paying for a cab to escape that feeling for at least a few minutes.
Besides, I’d feel better when I was with my friends; I always felt better around
other people. It was only when I was alone that I felt that eerie feeling.
    I saw a cab with the numbers lit up, indicating that
it was open for business. I stepped to the curb and held my arm high in the
air, making an expert motion with my hand. The cab skidded to a stop on the wet
street a few feet ahead of me. I hustled through the rain, opened the door, and
slid into the backseat.
    Hot air blew in through the vents up front, the
inside of the cab providing a toasty escape from the frigid rain outside. I
gave the cabbie the address of the bar and sat back in the seat, leaning up
against the door as I stared out the window at the beauty of New York City
streaming by.
    There was something special about seeing the city by
cab. The drivers were notoriously reckless and impatient, so the lights of the
streets streamed by at seemingly warp speeds. I leaned into the window to get a
better view of the skyscrapers that towered over me on the left side. I’m not
ashamed to admit I was still mesmerized by Manhattan – there were just so many
people, so many big buildings, the buzz of activity, even on a rainy night.
    I watched as crowds of people walked around, going
into and coming out of bars and restaurants. It was past 11 PM, but in NYC that
might as well be eight o’clock at night. People are out at all hours. In a
certain sense, the night was just getting