An Alpha in a Pear Tree by Casey Morgan

Author:Casey Morgan [Morgan, Casey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Marilyn

I thought the goal was to get out of here and to some secluded space as quickly as possible, so I started to take off, feeling that energy pushing me forward again. But Melchior reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Wait,” he said.

I had to admit that the touch of his skin felt electric. I felt it run all the way through my arm and down my spine.

I know people say that when they’re attracted to someone. Like instant chemistry and all that stuff. But this was something different, I swear. It felt similar to the energy that overpowered me and propelled me on this journey, making me run faster than my big thighs and bubble butt had ever been able to go.

“What?” I asked him.

“I want you to try something before we leave. Here. Touch this.”

Still holding my hand, he reached my arm out until I was grasping a thin branch of the pear tree he had been in when I first got here.

“Yes,” he said, holding his hand on top of mine so that it stayed clenched on the branch. “It’s working. I can feel it.”

“What’s working?” I asked him, very confused, to say the least.

“This tree is cursed,” he said. “Like a lot of trees in this forest. Someone doesn’t want it to continue to live. But your touch is healing it. Helping it.”

I looked at him like he had three heads.

It was all I could do to not say, “What the fuck are you talking about, your crazy person?”

But I could tell he actually believed what he was saying. This wasn’t a joke or some fairy tale he was telling me.

I mean, maybe it was, but if so, then he actually believed in the fairy tale, that much was obvious. He wasn’t just trying to fuck with me.

I didn’t get the sense that he was crazy.

Or at least any crazier than all the rest of this is.

I mean, ever since I became a teenager I’ve been getting letters addressed to me from Bethel Forest.

That was just weird, if you thought about it.

And I knew it was weird. I knew I had come from this odd place and I knew my father didn’t like it and didn’t want me to have anything to do with it so I hid the letters. I was always the first to the mailbox to make sure I could grab any as soon as they came, before my dad could have the chance to see it.

He thought I was just studious about my chores. Our community mailbox was near the community garbage dumpster so I would always take out the trash and walk the dog down there at the same time. He thought I was being helpful and responsible. But my ulterior motive was to be able to get these letters from this odd, forbidden place.

So, what did I expect to happen here?

I really had no idea.

“I’m glad it’s working,” I told Melchior, patting the tree branch a little bit for good measure.

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