Addicted to the Alpha-rogue

of oral

counting. When I went in search of Alexander and found this book - face down - on his

e. I inhale smoke from the dying embers of the cigarette dangling from my mouth before tossing it away. It tumbles a

for Arth

ake tap-tap noises, momentarily distracting me from the situation at hand. I g

ne likes it or not,

ard me. I watch as it takes flight, cawing away. "Sorr

down. Twilight has just set in. A few guards walk around the premises. Soon, some of

n't

alone right now but still surrounded by pack members dotted around the house. It's either Alexander, Father's beta, Father on

over

t out of thi

ain calm washes over me as I stare at the woods. Ominous as well as inviting. A juxtaposition of sorts. I've always had a love-hate relationship with the woods. Hate, be

moment I step inside. A covered plate of food is on my bedside table. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't fed it

to answer. Another knock, this one more persistent, sees me releasing a sigh and walking forward t

ed. "Y. . your father

but he just stares at me like

his gaze falls to the

ng." My words are coated with a false sweetness

ut off the inevitable for long, I square my shoulders, paste a smirk on my face, and walk out of my room. Father is eating whe

ys, without

t us and end this situation for me. Even as the thought flashes, like a neon sign in my head, I know it won't happen for two reasons. No one interrupts th

with the napkin and looking up at me. "From now on, Alvin is going to be your shadow. Whereve

whole body vibrating with anger. "This isn't the

ts through my ramblings

appen. Why do you always

smirk appears on his face. I s

." The smirk slides off his face in an instant. "Now. . ." He stands to his full height, reminding me I only get to

this

a

too fueled with adrenaline to care. I know I'm going to regret it later on, but it's satisfying to se

deep. It's more of a clash of wills

ddess, it won

e in my voice but I can't stop now. "I'm done. I'm not som

s wolf rearing it's ugly head. Judging by his ticking jaw and the rigid way he's holding himself, I know I'm not going to like what he

, Fa

say, or e

definitely have fallen. I've seen grown men falling to their knees in submission to him and I don't need to be tol

diately as I turn round to look at him.

off, leaving me star

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