Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

y study, running my hands th

kept me at the door. I thought of Cherry perched on a bar stool, eating alone in the kitc

didn't care abo

is

in Cherry's tone as she'd said dinner was ready had kno

always blood

d. An important part of the mating bond was a mate's desire to nourish the other. The more frequently I gave in to

before going to my desk and collapsing in my chair. I opened up my laptop and booted it up. My parents were such self-righteous asses. I loved

ld me, with all the self-assurance of an Alpha, blessed by the Moon God, Nuu-Chah. As well as all the confidence of his own lived experience. After all, my mom and dad were fated mates themselves. But t

with which my father told me about my mate's existence as if he'd done me a great service in f

local high school in Seattle to take our exams. It was my first real taste of freedom, away from Lor

rsmoon Alphahood and with my strength and good looks, it hadn't been hard to capture the interest of one of the female shifters in my year. It starte

pots. It had felt exhilarating. We'd got intoxicated on each other alone, our kisses becoming petting until we'd been i

er name

to end. Then, I realized that the idea of my parents finding out about her worried me. What would they do if t

ily was sent away. And so, I hadn't clapped eyes on her since I was seventeen. With his Alpha's c

hat's

en an email about pack business: something to do with th

that I'd hardly been home half an hour and already felt as if the walls were closing in. The longer I spent here with Cherry, the further away that sense of poss