Wyatt: NAC & The Holly Group (Alpha Team Book 3)

by Chelsea Handcock

  There was plenty of wildlife on her land she just didn’t think this was grizzly territory she thought they lived further west like in Montana or something. Maybe it was someone’s pet that got away then again, she was at least an hour away from her nearest neighbor.

  The big guy was pretty, though, he had a massive head, large hump on his back and very long sharp claws on his huge paws, those puppies were just one of the reasons she was staying right where she was, safely in her bunker watching on the monitor.

  He had to weigh at least 1200 pounds if not more. He stood about four and a half feet off the ground and was probably about ten or twelve feet long. She watched him for a while to see what he would do, after all, it wasn’t every day you got to see a grizzly bear it was fascinating, and it cut through the monotony of her day.

  Peyton started to get a little concerned when the bear began to avoid some of the traps she had set up on the property. She didn’t want him to get hurt, but she also didn’t know what else to do except watch. It was odd almost like the animal knew exactly where everything was and avoided it. She knew animals were smart, but Zeus had even triggered some of the traps the first time she brought him out here. This guy wasn’t even getting close.

  Watching a while longer Peyton was further surprised when the bear found the hidden entrance to the bunker. She was beyond puzzled but still not really concerned. Maybe he smelled her or something she really didn’t know. What she knew about bears wild or captive could fit inside a thimble.

  Adjusting her camera so she could get a better look at the bear Peyton noticed a flash of color that seemed out of place. Focusing in on his neck she saw the bag or pouch of some kind fasten there. Maybe it was his collar, and her initial thoughts of him being a pet would explain the collar thing. She had heard of weirder things, shit anything was possible, right?

  When the big bear stood up on it hind legs like you see in movies when they are threatened Peyton held her breath. Afraid to move just in case it sensed her or something. It was kind of stupid, but she couldn’t help herself. When the bear just stood there right outside the door that was protecting her from the outside world.

  Her confusion and anxiety heightened knowing something was about to happen. She knew she was safe, it was just a wild animal, and there was absolutely no way it could break the reinforced door down or enter the code into the security panel sitting right next to its big paw to gain entrance. Peyton waited stock still, hardly breathing staring at the screen so hard her eyes were beginning to water and then something did happen. She just didn’t know what the hell it was. Her screen blurred or glimmer and instead of an angry bear Thor stood at her door.

  What the hell, Peyton rubbed her eyes thinking that maybe because of how tired she was she was seeing things. Looking at the screen again she wanted to be shocked, but Thor was still standing there. Well, her version of Thor anyway the one that seemed to be plucked right out of her head. His hair was more brown than blonde and much shorter than the movie version of Thor’s had been. It was shaggy on top and cut in closer on the sides. Dream Thor had just enough hair for her to grab onto and hold.

  Peyton flipped the fuck out. No way was this happening. She rewound her feed from the surveillance cameras and even tried different cameras with the same result. Peyton watched with her mouth hanging open as the bear's body broke and transformed leaving a man behind. Leaving her made up dream man behind. No fucking way she had to of been hacked. Someone was playing with her, and it infuriated her. She started pouring through her system looking for a who was playing this trick on her. When she found, them they were going to learn to never mess with her. This was the first time she had ever been hacked, and she didn’t appreciate it one little bit.

  The problem was she found nothing all her systems were secure with no evidence of intrusion or even the slightest indication that anyone had tried. No one was that good there were always signs if you looked hard enough. Peyton had trained herself to look thoroughly, and there was nothing there to find. She kept on looking at the man now messing with her security panel on the screen and hoped he wasn’t skilled enough to get into her safe house. He might look like her dream man, but he could be the devil in disguise, and that was what Peyton was terrified of.

  What Peyton needed to do was get up off her ass and find a weapon of some kind just in case he succeeded, but she didn’t want to stop looking at him. Her two needs didn’t help her in any way. She watched as he pulled out a tablet and punched in some information. Then the bastard turned to her camera and winked. He winked right at her like he knew she was watching and then she heard it. The sharp click of the door lock disengaging.

  That sound was enough to force her into action. Slamming her chair back, hard enough to hit the wall ultimately slamming her head against the concrete wall she had to take a couple of seconds to regain her bearings. Shaking off the slight hurt, she stood up, but kind of just stood there like a deer caught in headlights. She really didn’t know what to do, she had never planned for this scenario. Deciding her best bet was to lock up her computer room and hide. She started to do just that once that task was complete, she looked around the small room for a place to hide.

  There was a tiny closet more like cubby hole that if she could fit in, she would be out of sight. Looking at the hole and then looking down at her body she thought, Yeah, I can totally fit. Then she took a closer look at her ample boobs and turning her head at her rather well-endowed butt. Damn, she would just have to make due. She might be on the small size as far as height was concerned, but that was just about the only thing small about her and right about now she was regretting her intense love of anything deep fried.

  Cramming her body into the small space, Peyton thought this was possibly the stupidest thing she could have ever done. She had an entire bunker where she could be hiding and been a hell of a lot more comfortable in the meantime. Why she chose this spot alluded her. Her body was so squished she was finding it hard to breathe. It also didn’t help that her adrenaline was spiked because of the mystery man and her head was pounding in time with her pulse. She was doing everything she could to calm herself and remain focused. Deep breathing didn’t help, counting in her head was only adding to her anxiety because it represented how much time had passed. Was he in her bunker. If he was what was he doing? She tried to focus on any unusual sounds or changes in the air. But she detected nothing. What the hell was he doing?

  Her muscles felt tight and were cramping because of how long they had been contorted into this weird position. Her head felt light and fuzzy due to the lack of good clean air or from the when she banged her head on the wall right before she compressed herself into this little hideaway. Peyton was a bit claustrophobic and avoided situations like this because of that fact. It wasn’t the typical type people often heard of, she could handle confined spaces what got her was the lack of fresh air. If the air became warm and stagnant Peyton’s anxiety levels rose.

  Then the thoughts of what she had just witnessed entered her brain only heightening her anxiety. Shit, she had either just been punked hard, or that man was some kind of Were thing. Like as in werewolves only of the bear variety. Was that even possible? She saw the whole thing with her own eyes, but she still didn’t believe it. She watched as the bear stood, and changed from furry brute to all man. His arms, legs, and body transforming before her eyes. Stretching and contracting, in a gruesome but fascinating way. Animal to a human in a few blinks of her eyes. What the ever-loving hell was going on.

  Chapter 12

  Breaking in what he soon learned was a bunker was surprisingly easy. A few strokes on his tablet and he was in. The door disengaged, and his prey was finally on the verge of being caught. He had expected more out of his girl and was kind of disappointed the system she had installed was rather rudimentary. At least from his point of view, one of his first conversations with Peyton was going to be how she needed to take better care with her safety. If she didn’t listen, well he had ways of making sure they
both got what they needed from that conversation. Spanking her ass slightly pink to have had tremendous appeal.

  Bracing himself for attack, he cautiously entered the surprisingly well lite stairwell. Stretching out his senses he was able to determine that no one was in his immediate vicinity. Although that warm sugar and vanilla scent was even stronger than he had ever smelled it before proving he was on the right track. Shutting the door served him in two ways. First, when he finally got his hands-on Peyton, she wouldn’t be able to get away. Second, it prevented any unwelcome visitors to this little party.

  After quite some time of wandering the expansive building, he thought that maybe he had gotten it wrong. No one confronted him, and he couldn’t find anyone either. Checking a couple of empty rooms, he continued on his way when they yielded no results only more questions. He wanted to know why Peyton felt she needed a place like this. Did she think she was in danger and if so why wouldn’t she have just told Bas? If it was a matter of pride, Wyatt knew Bas had made the offer for Peyton to come and work with Alpha Team if she was scared and didn’t want to really say anything why wouldn’t she just take him up on it. Bas often called her reclusive and shy, but that wasn’t really the impression he had gotten from her. This bunker was extreme. Shit, maybe she was preparing for the zombie apocalypse. He really didn’t know the woman at all, and that bugged the hell out of him.

  This bunker was huge, and it had taken a massive amount of time to systematically cleared each and every room he came upon. When he finally made it to a common area, he still hadn’t encountered his prey, and if it weren't for her fresh scent, he would have given up the chase. There were so many possible hiding places within this building. Wyatt continued to rely on his instincts to guide him.

  Peyton wasn’t in the common room but had been there recently. Walking around he determined that she had to be behind the door on the left side. Testing the knob, he discovered that it was locked, he wanted to praise her for that at least. Wyatt debated on whether knocking and announcing his presence or just surprising the little sprite. He finally decided that surprise would probably work best for him right now. Because he was pretty sure she wouldn’t open up the door and welcome him with open arms. Not after what he let her see outside the main entrance. He knew she must be freaking out about now, after having witnessed his shift on the monitors, not to mention the whole act of breaking in.

  Once the lock disengaged, he entered the room. This was Peyton’s place, her domain. There were computers and monitors on every surface of the small room. An office chair was left leaning against the wall like she had bolted from it causing it slam into the wall and stop. That was a good sign, it meant he was on the right track.

  But where the hell was she? The room was small maybe ten by twelve, but the massive amount of equipment, shelving, and desktop made it feel even tinier. Looking around he saw nothing but then he picked up a slight grumble, or maybe it was a snoring sound. No fucking way would she be sleeping with an unknown on her property. She couldn’t be that dense, could she?

  Wyatt waited and watched the noise had come from a small cabinet within a few minutes he noticed a foot and couldn’t resist. Walking over slowly and a quietly as possible Wyatt grabbed said foot and yanked. The result was one Peyton Carlton sprawled out of the floor in a very unladylike way right in front of his eyes.

  After shaking himself out of a few fantasies of what he could do to her if she was in that the position completely naked he finally noticed the coppery smell that permeated the air. Shit, she was hurt, and he was the one that caused it. He should have been more careful, she was human and fucking small. He wanted to chastise himself for being so rough. The excitement of the chase overwhelmed him, and he acted without thoroughly thinking it through, that couldn’t happen again. Going to his knees, Wyatt started checking her out. He ignored how good she felt under his hands and focused on the task at hand.

  That was until he noticed Peyton’s big brown eyes staring right at him. At first, he was gobsmacked, Peyton was even more appealing in person. She was simply beautiful. What he didn’t like though was the uncertainty and fear that showed on her face and wafted from her being. He didn’t like the idea of Peyton being afraid of him in any way.

  Peyton didn’t know what to do, she was pretty sure she had momentarily passed out in her hidey hole. She had been hyperventilating so was a distinct possibility. Then she was rudely pulled out by her foot. Fuck she really sucked at this hide and seek stuff. He was supposed to think the place was deserted and leave. And to add to her terror at the moment was the fact that her Thor not the movie or cartoon version was sitting right by her side, touching her. Rubbing those heavy hands all over her body.

  Not knowing exactly what to do she let him, that was until he looked at her face. He seemed a little stunned at first, but then he started to talk. It took Peyton a couple of seconds to even comprehend what he was trying to say. This man, her Thor, turned into a bear and was either attempting to care for her or feel her up she wasn’t quite sure.

  "I’m so sorry, honey, I should have been more careful. Please tell me where your hurt?" Wyatt apologized and pleaded, but the woman just stared on. Maybe she was in shock or something. That bothered him even more. His bear was scratching at him trying to get Wyatt to fix whatever he had done to cause Peyton pain. But he wasn’t getting anywhere she just stared at him like he was insane. Then she lifted her left hand and separated her four fingers creating a V holding it up in front of his face.

  "Ah, Peyton? Did you just give me the Vulcan live long and prosper symbol?"

  Peyton couldn’t form a word if she wanted to, she wasn’t scared per say, but she was taken aback. And all she could think of was well duh. She thought about using the peace sign or waving, but they didn’t seem to fit in with the situation. Maybe she should have just grunted or growled or something then again that could mean something in his Were language that she didn’t really want to say.

  She couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She must have hit her head harder than she thought. Or damn maybe none of this had actually happened at all. Maybe she was sleeping, and this was all a dream. She hadn’t really been taking the best care of herself lately. The past month trying to figure out what her mother was up to and getting Cathy up to speed with her business and drained her more than she would like to think. It was a very real possibility the man kneeling by her side was a figment of her imagination. That would definitely explain a lot.

  Shit her dream Thor asked her a question what the hell was it, thinking for a couple of seconds and shaking the fuzziness out of her head she found she still couldn’t answer him verbally, so she just nodded her head. Maybe he wasn’t an alien or something otherworldly if he got Star Wars references she wanted to believe this was all a dream. Shit, she needed to get it together and fast.

  Wyatt laughed Peyton was cute. He had no idea why she wasn’t actually talking but giving him hand and head signals. He found her dumbfounded, confused look really endearing, but he had more pressing matters to attend to right at this moment. Specifically finding out where she was bleeding.

  Finally coming to her senses, Peyton decided she needed to test her theory. First, she pinched herself, and to her dismay, she most certainly felt that so maybe she wasn’t sleeping. Or at least that was what everyone said right. If you pinched yourself and you felt it, then you were awake. But she wondered if her dream self pinched herself, wouldn’t she feel it on some level. There had been more, than right? Because she knew for a fact that her dreams often resulted in orgasms that caused her to shake herself awake. Then again, they did, in fact, wake her up, maybe if she let her mind wander a bit, she could get to that happy place only her dream Thor seemed to make possible. Deciding that was probably a little inappropriate she resolved herself to the fact that she probably had a head injury.

  Shaking her head a little felt the slight pain from earlier. It wasn’t anything major and didn’t cause her much discomfort, so her head injur
y theory was off the table. She might have a goose egg or bump from the impact that was about it. She was going to feel the area, but then she decided to do something a little more drastic she pinched her Thor.

  Wyatt was just about to strip her bare if she didn’t answer him soon. There wasn’t any visible sign of injury or the blood he scented, but he knew it was there. With her being basically incommunicado except for the little hand gesture and shaking her head a couple of time. He was really starting to get worried. Before he could follow through on his plan, Peyton pinched his arm hard. Rubbing the ache away he growled," Shit what the fuck was that for?"

  "You felt that?"

  Wyatt was momentarily stunned by hearing Peyton’s voice for the first time. It was soft, maybe a little unsure but smoky and a lot sultry. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but this was definitely a happy surprise. The tone caused a tingle to run down his spine and settle deep in his balls. Causing his already abused sack to tighten. Groaning he looked down at the cause of all his torture. He wanted to respond to her question but found he really didn’t have any words at the moment. His constant discomfort was wearing on his nerves.

  "Of course, I felt that, why in the hell would you pinch me."

  "Thor, listen I don’t know what is going on, but you can’t be here. I mean you passed the test, but I really can’t be awake. You are not really here, and I am sleeping in front of my computer or something. None of this is real."

  "Thor?"

  "Yeah Thor, I made you up you’re not real. You’re my dream, Thor. You don’t exist unless I choose and right about now I think it would be better if you maybe went back to rocking my world in a good way instead of rocking it to the core in a bad way if you know what I mean. I saw what you did out there, or I made it up, hell I don’t even know." Peyton tried to sit up, but the sudden move caused her to feel dizzy, rubbing her head she tried again and only halfway accomplished her goal. Propping herself up on her elbows she looked the man right in the eye and said," you give me orgasms, not aneurysms. This just isn’t right."