Dominated by the Ghost: An Alpha Ghost BBW Romance (15 page)

As they finished dressing, there was a loud knock on the cabin’s door and Dylan went to answer it while Mia pulled her boots on. She heard hushed voices and lots of whispering and could only make out that the visitor was a male.

Dylan returned to the lounge with a worried expression on his handsome face. “I’ve got to go out, Mia. Chloe’s been hurt and Heather, Kerry and Sarah are with her.”

Mia saw one of Dylan’s friends had followed him into the lounge. It was the shorter of the guys who’d taken the girls out earlier.

“What happened where are my friends?” she asked worriedly. What had happened out there?

“I’ve got the snowmobile here, Mia I’ll take you there. Dylan are you okay to walk there?” he said looking toward Dylan.

“I’ve got a better idea, I’ll take Mia and you can walk,” he ordered as the guy moved out of his way. Mia preferred his idea much better as she’d rather be wrapped around his warm body on a snowmobile than ride with a virtual stranger.

She threw her coat on and followed Dylan outside where the snow was falling heavily and the wind was howling. They climbed on the snowmobile while his friend started running through the snow. Mia couldn’t work out how he could run in the stuff when she could barely walk in it without a struggle. The way he ran made it look like he was taking a stroll down the sidewalk.

“Are you ready?” Dylan asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, burying her face into the back of his shoulder.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Dylan as they sped off. The snowmobile skimmed over the soft snow with ease. Mia was worried for her friends. Dylan had warned them not to go because of the weather. It looked as though his prediction was right. The snow was falling rapidly and she could hardly see a thing.

Dylan sped through though as if he could see miles ahead. Obviously, his mate had told him exactly where to find Chloe as he was a man on a mission. Mia had to close her eyes to offer them some protection from the biting wind and the driving snow. She tucked her head down and into Dylan’s back attempting to shield herself from the worse of the weather.

“We’ll have to walk this last bit, Mia. The girls are in a valley and the snow’s too deep for the snowmobile,” he shouted above the howling wind as he slowed the snowmobile to a crawl and then killed the engine.

“Okay,” she yelled back as he held his hand out toward her, which she gratefully took as they trudged through the deep snow.

They walked down a snow covered slope and when they were nearly at the bottom they heard shouting and screaming.

“It’s them over there, Dylan. Look!” cried Mia as she pointed with her free hand.

Dylan squeezed her hand tighter and they began running over to the group of frightened and cold looking girls. Mia frowned, realizing Chloe was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s my sister?” Dylan demanded as they reached the group.

“We don’t know, Dylan. We’re so glad you’re here,” Kerry stammered in between her teeth chattering.

“What the fuck happened?” Mia asked as she helped Kerry to her feet. Long scratches marred her beautiful complexion.

“We…we were attacked, Mia. I don’t know what it was. It all happened so fast,” Kerry replied looking around at the others.

Heather and Sarah were huddled together in the snow. Heather was bleeding from a wound on her leg and Sarah had scratches on her face too.

“Jesus, Dylan, what could’ve done this?” Mia asked as she helped Heather up and they trekked back to the snowmobile.

Dylan looked around nervously. “I’m not sure, Mia. Come on, we’ve got to move and look for Chloe,” he answered as he helped Mia get Heather to the snowmobile.

“How are we going to get everyone back?” Mia asked. There was no way they were all going to fit on the snowmobile.

Dylan sighed as he looked around. “I’ll leave you here with Kerry and Sarah.” He withdrew something silver from his pocket and handed it to her. “Here’s my gun, only use it if you’ve got to. Do you know how to shoot?” he asked.

She nodded. Luckily Mia had taken shooting lessons and was comfortable with a firearm.

“Yes, but fucking hurry, Dylan,” she said not feeling at all happy about being left. It would take them several trips to get everyone back to the cabin and they still had to find Chloe too.

He kissed her lips taking her by surprise. “Use the gun if you’ve got to. Shoot anything that comes at you no matter what it might look like shoot it. Do you understand me?” he said, shaking her by the shoulders. Dylan didn’t give her a chance to respond. He hopped on the snowmobile and peeled away.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? She didn’t know, but she was ready to shoot if required. As the sound of the snowmobile’s engine grew distant, Mia began to panic. It was just she, Kerry, and Sarah. Apart from being terrified and having a few scratches, the two girls seemed all right.

“What happened? Do you remember anything?” Mia asked, as she looked around nervously with the gun ready to fire.

“As I said it all happened so fucking quickly, Mia. We didn’t stand a chance,” Kerry replied as she put an arm around Sarah who couldn’t stop trembling.

“It was wolves. Wolves attacked us,” Sarah whispered, momentarily coming out of her fear-induced trance to utter the words before succumbing to it once again.

Mia thought back to her conversation with Dylan and what he’d said about wolves. Then she recalled the way his friends had reacted to her question about the wolf song she’d heard. “Do you remember the way the guys all acted when I mentioned the wolves howling last night?” she questioned with a frown. Something wasn’t adding up here.

“Yeah. They said there weren’t any wild wolves in these parts, Mia,” Kerry’s voice shook as her eyes widened. “But explain to me what the fuck that is standing behind you right now then,” Kerry shrilled as she pointed.

Mia turned around slowly not sure she wanted to see what was standing behind her but knowing that she must. A small cry bubbled up her throat as she found herself staring into the most bewitching eyes she’d ever looked into. They were a pale amber color that complemented the wolf’s pale gray fur. The wolf’s nose was pushed back and it was snarling with its body low to the ground as if it were preparing to pounce.

The most noticeable thing about the animal was its teeth, especially its canines. They were huge and sharp like daggers. Its ears were flat against its head and as the snarling grew louder, Mia raised the weapon to take a shot with shaking hands. She released the safety and was about to fire when she heard the whirling engine of the snowmobile returning. Thank God Dylan was back and he’d made amazing time too.

“Mia, no, lower the gun,” Dylan shouted and as she did as he instructed the wolf fled into the trees.

“I don’t understand, Dylan. You told me to use it if I had to,” she said as he approached them.

“It wasn’t a threat, Mia. Come on I’m going to give you a quick tour of a snowmobile and you can take Sarah back while I wait here with Kerry. Just promise you’ll come back for us okay,” he said smiling at her.

Dylan explained the controls and how to read the compass that was attached to the gauges. Mia picked it up quickly and sped off with Sarah clinging to her like a frightened monkey. She dropped her back off at the cabin and returned for Dylan and Kerry. As she approached she saw a pack of wolves surrounding them both. Kerry was screaming while Dylan was calm.

He raised a hand to them and they fled with their tails between their legs, whimpering as they went. Mia gaped at the scene. What in the world was going on? None of this was making any sense.

He looked up to see Mia watching. “I’ve got a lot to explain to you. I’m not the person you think I am, Mia.”

“Yeah. I got that. What are you some sort of wolf trainer?” she said knowing how ridiculous that sounded.

“No. I’m one of their pack. I’m their leader, the alpha wolf,” he said quietly staring down at the snow. “I didn’t tell you as I didn’t think you’d accept me for what I truly am.”

“Chloe and the guys they’re your pack aren’t they?” she asked not knowing what to think. Werewolves. She’d heard stories, but they were just tall tales they weren’t real, were they?

Dylan walked toward her nodding his head as he gently tilted her chin up. He bent down, kissing her on her trembling lips.

“Mia, he’s a friggin wolf. Didn’t you hear what he just said?” Kerry exclaimed. “They brought us out here and attacked us. They were going to do God knows what with us,” she shrilled.

“Why did your friends bring them out here?” Mia asked suspiciously.

Dylan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “They brought them out here to have a good time. Unfortunately, we have a few wolves that have only just begun to shift, and they can be a bit jumpy when startled. No one was intentionally put in danger, Mia. If I’d have thought there was a serious threat I’d have forbade them from bringing your friends out there. We wish to live in harmony here. We don’t want to be hunted,” he said sincerely.

“You’re not actually buying this crap are you?” Kerry screeched. “He’s a wolf!”

“I don’t care what he is, Kerry. He’s the first guy who’s treated me with respect. I’ve fallen for my wolf guy,” she said as she held him close. He made her feel safe, warm and wanted.

“I’ll always love and protect you, Mia,” Dylan promised as he kissed her again. She knew his words were true.

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Sara wasn’t exactly sure how long it’d been since he'd passed away. Passed away. It was such a nice way to describe something so absolutely horrific. People didn’t blurt out the truth.
Ha the truth. I buried what was left of my husband six feet under the ground.
No one said that. They said ‘My husband passed away.’

When her husband died everyone came out of the woodwork. Family members and friends who’d refused to come to their wedding suddenly showed up with casseroles and desserts. How was that supposed to fix anything?

    She knew that she should have been a little more thankful and appreciative of all the sympathy cards and condolences but she couldn’t do it. James was gone. Her best friend and lover was gone forever and he didn’t deserve to die so young and horribly. He was a good soldier who had followed orders and never argued. James listened to his superiors and trusted them unconditionally. That was probably what got him killed.

    The messenger who had brought the news of his death hadn’t given her too many details. He had been hesitant to tell her anything, really. The chaplain who had accompanied the solider had been very sweet and kind, but in all honesty, much of that day, and the days after were a blur. The tragic news they delivered, however, would forever be engrained in her mind. Sara had prayed that when that car pulled up they would tell her he was injured, or even missing. She just didn’t want to hear the dreaded words she knew were coming.

“Ma’am, your husband, James Maison, has died in combat. The United States Military offers its most sincere condolences and its service to you.”

    She didn’t want the United States Military to do anything for her. They couldn’t bring James back, and she wasn’t interested in whatever they were offering. He was given a proper military funeral and medals he only received because he died. They said he died a hero with the utmost honor. She would have preferred that he wasn’t a hero. Sara wanted her husband and for them to have a quiet life together. Not this. Never this.

    Sara wanted so many things, and now, she wouldn’t have any of them. Anger coursed through her over her loss. She spent many selfish nights thinking things she should’ve never thought. Envy was a horrible thing. She wished it were someone else’s husband—anyone else’s husband but hers. Why couldn’t James have returned missing a limb or part of his mind. She wasn’t picky. She just wanted him.

It was a selfish and appalling, but it was one she couldn't help but entertain. She just wanted James back.

    As time went on, she still felt hideous thoughts creeping up on her, but she was able to fend them off. Sara would never have imagined that her life would go on. If someone had told her that she'd live without James two years ago she probably would have laughed in their face. However, here she was. She was moving through her days almost normally. It had taken more than two years to get here, but it was still something, right?

    Sara still had no interest in resuming her romantic life. As far as she was concerned, all of her romantic intentions had died with James. Her friends tried again and again to set her up, but she just wanted to mend her own broken heart first. People seemed to think that this pain was the same that someone experienced after a nasty break-up. That was so far from the truth. The pain was indescribable and probably not something you would understand unless you’d felt it yourself. 

    So when people in the office began talking about their single friends who lived one unit down from their apartment, Sara smiled politely and told them she was busy. No one really seemed to push much, and she was thankful for that. She wished she could explain to them that her heart was still with James. No matter where he was in the universe, he had her love.

    She'd refused to take her wedding ring off, and that seemed to deter strangers from asking for dates. It wouldn't have been difficult for her to find someone. Actually, it was more arduous to keep them away. She was attractive. Her long raven hair had just the right amount of curl and bounce to it. James had always loved running his cracked fingers through her curls and pulling them loose. Her eyes were bright blue with violet slivers scattered throughout. Her skin was always a perfectly golden thanks to her love of the beach. She always seemed to smell like suntan lotion and the salty ocean breeze.

     Sara was the type of woman who would wear a bikini despite her size sixteen waist. She never let anyone put her down, because she knew she was beautiful. Her breasts were ample and her hips were perfectly wide. She'd spent a long time hating herself and her body, but as she got older, she realized it just wasn't worth it and learned to accept herself. James had been a big part of that.

    When she'd had to learn to love herself on her own it had been difficult. She did not have James’ reassuring voice there to affirm that she looked good in a dress. Now, it was all on her. It was easier now that her life was coming back together, but she still struggled quite a bit with other things. One of those things had been going out and enjoying the things they used to do together. Especially the activities they’d loved.   

    Their favorite outing had always been going to the beach. They would lie in the sand and soak up the sun for a while. He taught her how to fish, and she taught him how to swim. Some of their best days had been spent on the South Carolina coast.

    After James passed away, she'd avoided the beach at all costs. She did not want to think about the days they spent together on the shores. It was far too agonizing. At least it had been for a long, long time. Today was the first day she'd dared go.

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