Constraint of an Alpha

Chapter 1

I was a waitress at a local bar and grill, Jones, even though I was underage Jones the owner seemed to have trust in me and believed in me. He kept me going and so did my Grandmother. I lost weight and grew taller so the extra weight moved where it needed to be. My acne cleared up and I learned about contacts. I was no long the little Corra who could be pushed and shoved around. I had confidence and didn’t take anyone’s arrogance; I stood up for myself and refused to be stomped on like my mother did.

My grandmother and I lived in a secluded town 45 minutes away from my mother. She fell in love with a house way bigger than we needed on the outside of town that left me to rely on my car more than I would have wished.

As the man rambled on about how he would like his steak I looked up and out the window that his booth had a view of. In the night sky I saw white little flakes start to fall to the ground, a smile slowly spread across my lips.

“You’re not even writing! Did you get that all?” The elderly man questioned raising his voice. He probably was only in his fifties but his beard and hair and clothing made him appear elderly. Due to this town being so small we mostly only had truckers come through in effort to shorten their route.

“Medium rare steak with a side of mashed potatoes and no gravy, since you’re a butter man,” I stated back to him, bringing my eyes to meet his stare with a sly smile on my lips.

The man smiled, “Thanks hun.”

I smiled in return and dropped of his order to the kitchen. I walked away stopping at my empty place behind the bar to return to filling ketchup bottles. I looked out the big bay windows near the entrance of the building to take in the snow; the streets took the color of a light pink, with the darkness in the sky and the white of the snow coming down.

In midst of my daydreaming a man crossed the road taking long strides towards the building.  He glanced up just in time to make eye contact with me.

My jaw dropped those green eyes were the eyes that have haunted me ever since I last saw them at that train station two years ago. He was the boy that was constantly in my dreams where I felt his touch then waking up hoping for it to be real. He shaggy brown hair was still in his eyes and his scar was still prominent.

He surprised me by laughing, I wish I could hear his laugh, but then it clicked in my head that he was laughing at me and I looked down to see the ketchup bottle overflowing. Ketchup was all over the counter and me, I looked up to see the boy but he wasn’t there anymore. All my hopes of him coming in here were gone, but this meant he was in my town. All this time wondering where he was from, and he was from right here.

Jones interrupted my thoughts by his laughter, he stepped out of the kitchen holding his stomach, “You are cleaning that up,” he continued his laughter as he returned back in to the kitchen.

I huffed and blew my bangs out of my face, moving my ketchup hands to the sink.

Natalie came up behind me, “Table six needs another iced tea, and a guy just sat down at the bar,” She put her tray down and started cleaning up my ketchup mess as I tended to my hands.

That’s what I loved about Natalie she was always helpful.

“I hate when they do that, everyone knows we close at eleven on weekdays yet it never fails. We always have that one person who likes to order food five minutes to closing, I hate that.”

Natalie was the type of person to be nice to your face, but really she thought the complete opposite. She only opened up to people she really liked about how she actually felt about people.

 I finished cleaning my hands and saw that Natalie was finished cleaning up my mess, “Thank you Nat.” I said smiling appreciatively at her.

She returned the smile and grabbed the old mans steak and brought it to him, I followed after her shortly bringing him his iced tea.