Chapter 3 DOC

Alsie POV-

Again... what the HELL?? What was that? That was amazing and wrong on so many levels. His scent, his lips, his embrace. Oh, man.

I backed out of my driveway; and headed to i-5 North on my usual route to work. I had to pull over for a minute. I can’t think straight that was amazing, but so wrong. They’re the Sandolf Alpha triplets of the West, the soon-to-be Alphas of the largest, richest, most feared pack on the west coast and the eldest triplet is kissing me in my driveway at 3:00am?

This isn’t happening. It didn’t mean anything. I’m sure it happened because we are all tired and comfortable with each other. We grew up together, we lived in the packhouse together, we know each other. I know the boys are under a lot of stress and strain because of the not finding a fated mate thing and Alpha Kordell not wanting to relinquish the ruling Alpha title until the triplets find a mate, or at the very least agree on a contract Luna. I’ve been working long hours, avoiding the politics of the pack.

Something about the whole “contract Luna” bothers me deep to my core. I don’t know why. I get it, all packs need a strong Luna, it makes them better, it completes the Alpha. It just doesn’t seem like something that should be done via contract.

I don’t know why that kiss happened, but that was amazing. His scent of coffee and caramel smelled wonderful. It doesn’t help that the three of them are beautiful to look at. Osiris stands 6’9” tall, in his human form. He has a coffee-colored complexion with turquoise eyes rimmed in emerald-green. His hair is wavy, dark, midnight black with shiny, copper highlights all throughout.

The triplets are larger than other werewolves in both their wolf and human form because they are Dire wolf descendants. They also aren’t 100% identical. They do look exactly alike in height, all three of them are 6’9” tall, have a chiseled muscular build, and identical facial structure, but their coloring is different.

Evander has a dark caramel complexion with medium dark brown, wavy, hair with the same copper highlights as Osiris and Andrew. His eyes are a striking emerald-green rimmed in the same copper as the highlights in his hair.

Andrew has mocha colored skin with copper eyes that look like colored glass, his eyes are rimmed in the same color turquoise as Osiris’s primary eye color. Andrew’s hair is a sandy brown color with the same copper highlights that both Osiris and Evander have.

If you’re into tall, dark, and gorgeous, you’d have it in spades if those three were your mates.

Enough. Enough. Enough. I’ve got to stop thinking about the triplets, get my head in the game and concentrate on this drive to work. But that kiss was amazing. Why? Why were all three of them at my house? Why didn’t they all know they were at my house? What were they doing there? Were they watching me? Why the kiss?

Stop. Stop. Stop. I shake my head and try to clear my thoughts. Then I start laughing out loud, as I remember Osiris telling me to “have a good day”. Yeah, right! I’m a prison crime scene tech. I’m on my way to a crime scene where someone died.

I decided to call the DOC office and talk with someone in my unit to see if I could get any information before I arrive. I’m also hoping that the phone call will distract me from my thoughts.

“DOC. How may I direct your call?”

“Hey Vera, it’s Tech Alsie, is anyone in the bullpen upstairs?”

“Yes Alsie, Randell is in. I’ll transfer you.”

Randell, that guy is lazy, always looking for a shortcut, and has a short fuse. Somehow, he gets his job done but how is a mystery. I can see him now with his uncombed, shaggy, blonde hair, feet on his desk, leaning back in his chair, scrolling on his cell phone.

“This is Randell.”

“Good early morning Randell, it’s Alsie.”

“Alsie, can I ask you a question?”

I thought I was going to be the one asking the questions.

“Sure. I guess.”

“What’s your last name? I’m Randell, but my name is Lucas Randell. Just like all the others in this building, I’m called by my last name. You’re called by your first name Alsie; I mean unless your name is Alsie-Alsie.”

This guy “Alsie-Alsie”. Is he for real right now? Even though he is annoying me to my core, and we’ve only been on the phone for 30 seconds, it is a distraction from all my other thoughts.

“No, my name is not Alsie-Alsie. It’s Jones. Alsie Jones. But since there is 4 other Jones in the office, I didn’t want to be A. Jones. I applied for a name exception, and I was granted it, so there would be less confusion.”

Jones is my human last name. My actual last name is Neferet, it means beautiful woman in Egyptian. Neferet is the last name I go by in the Far-Side pack.

“Oh, I get it A. Jones, like a jones. That’s funny. Ok, good enough for me. What can I help you with?”

“I’m on my way in. I guess Johns and I caught another one, after I left. I know she’s sleeping in the bunk. Is there anything you can tell me, so I’m not arriving blind?”

“Hey, have you ever noticed how many of our people’s names end in an ‘s’ Johns, Banks, Floyds, Sams? Hmmm, I think that’s interesting.”

What is it with this guy and names?

“Sure, I guess. Yeah, a lot of ‘s’s. Not why I’m calling though.”

“Right. Right. It’s a single homicide at Shelton. Stab wound to the chest. I’m waiting for the video footage from the CCTV cams.”

“Can you get ahold of someone at this hour to start the process of getting the victims phone records and a list of visitors?”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on it.”

“Great, Thanks.”

I’m about twenty minutes away from the precinct and once again my mind starts to go back to the kiss. The way he softly and gently touched my arm, the warmth I felt from his touch. His lips, soft, supple, and smooth but firm at the same time. The way he pulled me close to him, like he didn’t want a single wisp of air to separate us.

What am I going to do when I get back to the pack? We don’t live in the same house anymore, but we do live on the same grounds.

My cottage is not far from the packhouse.

Alpha Kordell stopped the tradition of ranked members, and highly skilled warriors living in the packhouse. That’s when he built the warrior courtyard and the cabins for the Beta, Gamma, and Delta families.

Hopefully, this case will keep me busy for a while and I’ll just stay here, at a hotel while I work. By the time I get back to the Far-Side pack, the kiss will just be a memory, and the boys will have found their mate.