Page 11 of Her Bully Alpha (Honeycomb Valley Alphas #1)

"Try it again," I said, pointing towards the glass on the counter. Sam looked at me like she wanted to hit me now. "I already told you it won't break. It wasn't like I was focused on breaking the glass before. It just happened."

I knew that, but it couldn't hurt to keep trying. We had cut the trip short and headed home after the glass incident. I didn't know what Sam was or what magic she possessed, but I didn't want anyone else to sniff out the difference.

The smell was gone now, but I was still trying to get it to come back. We had been trying since yesterday and all morning. Sam looked like she wanted to punch me rather than try again.

I sighed, thinking maybe I needed to look into magic and how it came out. I knew little about it; it wasn't part of any reading I did growing up. Or at least, if it was, it never caught my attention.

Sam rested her forehead against the counter and groaned. "This is exhausting. You kept me up late last night, and it's only six in the morning, Jay. Let me enjoy my coffee at least briefly before you start telling me to do this."

I slid the coffee I brewed for her across the counter. I should have known better than to hold it hostage.

She perked up, taking a long sip. I tried to rack my brain about how to get it to come out. Had she just shoved it down so long that it was starting to surface? Had she used it before, but never knew about it? How could someone go this long without knowing they had magic? Was that even possible? Had she done other things and not realized they were connected?

"Have you had a glass break around you before?" I asked, tapping my finger on the counter.

Sam shook her head. "No, nothing like that. I honestly would have thought it was just weird if you hadn't said I smelled different."

I drummed my fingers on the counter. I stared at her. She cupped her coffee mug closer, and her shoulders relaxed. She looked the same as she had yesterday, but was different entirely.

Different types of people held magic, but until she used it, we couldn't pinpoint exactly what she was. I'd come across witches and seers before. But I knew little about how they used their magic or what pulled it out for them.

"Was your mother really a human?" I asked. I had wondered if maybe she wasn't; they all kept it a secret. Or maybe her mother never told anyone.

Sam paused her hands, and she raised an eyebrow at me. "What?"

I shrugged. "Was she a witch? Did she keep it hidden and make us all think she was just a human?"

Sam shook his head. "No, my mother was a human."

"Are you sure? She never did anything odd…or nothing weird ever happened before?"

She shook her head again. "The oddest thing my mother did was add pineapple to her pizza, which wasn't even odd. My mother was perfectly normal and human. She had no magic."

An idea popped into my head. "Did she ever give you anything?"

Sam set her coffee down. "Like what?"

"A family heirloom? I know some magic users have objects their parents put magic into to protect them, and some put spells on others to contain them. I heard once a mother put a protective spell on a necklace to keep her child safe when she went to school."

Sam's eyebrows went up. "But wouldn't that stop once my mother died?"

I shook my head. "No, spells can last long after a person has died. Some can't be undone until another removes them."

Sam shrugged. "She gave me a hairpin. It was one of her favorite ones."

"Where is it?"

"Upstairs."

I followed Sam upstairs to retrieve the hairpin. I stood in her doorway as she walked into her bathroom. I looked over the space and all the changes she had made.

The room was different, with the green walls and photos all over the space. I glanced at the other bedroom, which she turned into a living room and office.

It was her old apartment. Plants were put everywhere, and her couch was in the corner. Her desk was on the other side of the room, and it was flooded with light since she had left the blinds up.

I looked back to the room and noticed a few pictures were sitting on her vanity. I walked over, taking the pictures in. I grabbed the closest one and noticed it was a family picture. It had to have been over fifteen years ago. Sam looked to be maybe six in the picture. Her mother was holding her while her father stood next to them. Henrik stood in front of them, his parents both had their hands on his shoulder.

I stared at her and her mother. They had the same features. They had the same hair and the same nose. They smiled the same, and as plain as her mother had always appeared to me, I suddenly could see just how beautiful she was.

She had a brightness in her eye, a happiness I didn't think was possible. They all looked happy, unaware of what the future would look like.

I wondered if they knew what the future held or if they just didn't care. Henrik was old enough to be studying for his Alpha position. And Sam was old enough to be starting school.

"Nice photo, isn't it?" Sam asked as she stopped a few feet from me.

I nodded my head. "Your mother was a very beautiful woman."

Sam softly smiled as she looked at the photo. "She had a natural beauty to her. Not a lot of people saw it."

She held her hand out, showing me the hairpin. It had red rubies on it and was in the shape of a lily. I held the pin in my hand and hoped to feel something, but I didn't. It was just a pin. So, her mother was likely human.

"I told you she was human." She set the pin onto her vanity. "If she was anything else, I would have known. It would have given everyone a reason to shut up about her being nothing but a pathetic human."

I didn't know what to say to that. I didn't know her mother, and I could say that I did. We both knew I would be lying.

I could see the hurt cross her face, and I stepped closer to her. "Your mother wasn't a pathetic human."

She shrugged, biting her lower lip.

I sighed. "So there is nothing then? Just that broken glass? Nothing else that you've done before?"

She remained quiet for a moment before she leaned back slightly on her heels. She rubbed her hands together. "Maybe not…"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

She swallowed, looking at me nervously before she looked at me with an unsure expression. "I…have visions."

My eyebrows went up. "What? You what?"

“They are short…just clipped visions…”

This was news. And huge news? How long had that been going on? What did she have visions of? And of who?

"How long have you had those?"

She shrugged. "I don't know….a while, I guess." She walked around me, taking a seat on her bed. She sat tensed up, and I frowned, realizing this must be hard for her.

I softened my words. "I just want to know all the basics, Sam. That's all. I want to help you figure this out because this is huge news. This….this changes so much for you."

She chewed on her lower lip for a moment before she sighed softly. "They are just random. They don't really tell me much."

"Give me one. An example."

She twirled her fingers together. "I had a vision once about a coworker having a baby. It was odd and random, and she'd been feeling sick at work for a few weeks. She didn't even know she was pregnant. I knew before she did."

"Is it always the future?"

She nodded.

"That's useful. So you can see the future."

She shrugged. "I mean, if you don't mind knowing secrets about people."

"What else have you seen?"

She remained quiet for a moment before she looked back at me. "I knew about the letter. I'd seen it a year ago."

My stomach dropped. She knew that this was coming. That we would be here? Did she know we would be forced to marry?

"You knew we would be together?"

She shook her head. "No, I knew about the letter but not about the meeting and the marriage. I knew I would be sent to see them."

"So, what other visions have you seen?"

She rubbed her hands together. "Lots, I've seen different people. They are never long. I've had visions of past boyfriends, sometimes seeing what our future would look like."

This caught my interest. "You could see your future with them?"

"Sometimes."

"What did you see?"

She smirked. "You don't want me to say."

"No, I do." Had she seen something from us? Had she had a vision of us together at all?

She stared at me for a moment and I watched her cheeks grow warm. "I saw my ex and I once having sex. I also saw myself giving him a blow job. It was weird watching myself."

I felt my cock tug, and I swallowed. I couldn't say anything because I was the one who told her to tell me. But I hadn't thought she would have those kinds of visions.

I stared at her, thinking about how hot the space had felt when we were in the kitchen. It was starting to feel like that now, and I wondered if sex was a part of how Sam's magic was pulled out.

I quickly tried to push the thought off because I was supposed to be helping Sam not getting horny. She was telling me details about her life, opening up, and the last thing she needed was me not taking it seriously.

She tilted her head to the side. "You got quiet. I said too much, didn't I?"

I frowned, shaking my head. "No. Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About?"

I remained quiet for a moment, and she frowned. "You have to tell me. You can't stare at me like that and not tell me."

I shoved my hands into my pocket. "Have you ever....felt the way you felt the other day with these guys in the past?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean?"

I didn't want to just come out and say she looked like she had wanted me to bend her over and bang her on the counter, but she had lust in her eyes that day. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Had she felt that with the past guys?

"What if….sex is the way to get your magic out?" I waved a hand. "Like an orgasm."

She sat there stunned for a moment, and I knew this was territory we needed to tread lightly. "I'm assuming you've done it before….seeing as you've watched yourself give a guy a blow job. Have you ever smelt cinnamon afterward? Have they ever made you orgasm?"

She looked like a deer in headlights, and I suddenly wished I could take the words back.

"I… I'm just trying to think everything over."

"I understand that….and considering how it happened, it's an understandable conclusion."

"I'm just thinking," I quickly added. I didn't want her to think I was just hard up and wanted to get laid. I was trying to think of any aspect we could about this, and I didn't know much about magic to begin with.

"I'm just trying to think of everything we can….how to get this to come out." I sighed. "Understand I'm trying to learn. I want to know how this works because I know it's different for everyone."

She nodded her head. "I know. And I understand."

I felt my cock ache now, and I prayed it wasn't sticking up. Honestly, that was the last thing we needed right now.

"So, you think sex would be how to pull it out?"

I nodded. "Possibly, sex is a pretty powerful thing. People lower their inhibitions and let go during...those moments." I took a deep breath in. "It's just a thought. We can keep practicing with the glass."