The Alpha's Sweet Obsession

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. Embarrassment. Shame. Anger. Even the tiniest flicker of lust, whi

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e’d met as teenagers. But now, he was all grown up. Towering six-foot-something frame, heavily muscled sun-bronzed skin with hints of . . . was that black ink teasing from the one open button of his flannel? Shaggy golden-blond hair practically b

ed how utterly savage he’d be protecting those that belonged to him. Too bad my shortcomings kept me from falling under t

e one who rejected h

re out your living arrangements on your own. I know you’ve been raised to believe that the wo

nched, slightly annoyed expression she’d worn e

admistress to you

here could teach grandfather a thing or two. They’d probably get along lik

y, Mademoiselle

that seemed to have pride of place among the others in the courtyard. I only had a second to re

. It was a key. Heavy, ornate, and colored with age. “I suggest you don’t lose that. Replacements ar

lthough I saw one, it was not offered as an option. Three f

even you can manage to count to three. Just take the stairs up and then look fo

s probably were. I didn’t imagine etiquette or a pleasant dispos

me of an upscale bed-and-breakfast more so than a dorm. The carpets were plush, the fixtures expensive, and I was pretty sure the wallpape

of room number eleven, wondering if they even made key

f surprise morphing to disgust as she raked her eyes slowly down and then back

lored eyes, and a seriously hot shade of fuchsia expertly applied to her lips—which were currently twisted in a scowl. She wore head-to-toe black, a stark contrast to her alabaster skin which was dotted with a spra

d splattering onto the varnished wood of her fancy desk. Since she hadn’t noticed, I decided not to tell her.

said with a resigned huf

e Belladonnas were a notori

ack to her manicure, calling over her shoulder, “That’s your bed over there. I’ve already filled the closet, so you’ll have to make do with t

was laughable. More li

me decadent quality as the rest of the place so far, Moira’s cast- off outfits were strewn all across it. I was pretty sure this was some kind of test, and my reac

yeing me as though waiting for me to challenge her or break. I was used to people like her. Rich kids were the same from Family to Family. Show no weaknes

oom toward her. She didn’t even look up as she continued painting her toenails a deep cri

t your clothes away.

d. “Well played, Fallon. Maybe

me swe

e through the door and headed straight for my bed. The room was

been shot straight to hell. It seemed like my classmates were determined to hate me. If they weren’t staring, they were wh

bly told them all how deep his disdain for me ran

.’ It was neither a tower nor ivory, but at least there I’d be surrounded by familiar things, an

d to crest. I would not cry on my first day here. I was stronger than

yes and found Moira; at least, I thought it was her. Her hair was a startling vi

ir,” I g

re pat

nd to a compliment, or am I s

you have

s? What did I ever do to you besides befoul y

, and that’s enough. Especially since Kingston Farrell has said nothi

that j

mutual. But”—she cocke

from hell vibe he describes, so I thin

Hell, I haven’t even seen or spoken to him since I was sixteen. You think the guy wou

until I was sitting. “Oh, you humiliated him. I knew there had to have been something like tha

ha

is basically a goddess in my eyes. So, on that note”—she st

. “Just l

beating down the door with other offers. And truthfully, you’l

d at this little spitfi

ded a friend, not an