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Alpha's Pet 37 - DEVLIN
“Shoes?” I ask Corbyn as he guides me into the store. “You would think you could walk down the aisle in bare feet.” As soon as we enter, there’s a lineup of three women greeting us and, with a wave of one’s hand, the doors lock behind us. I look up at Corbyn, who looks his regular-unimpressed-self. “You would close an entire store.” “They’ve lined up several pre-approved options. Go try them on.” Right. I walk over to where one of the women, who is a bit older, is waiting for me. The other two are hovering around Corbyn, adjusting their hair and batting their eyelashes like he’ll suddenly fall in love with them. I’m not even sure he’s capable of such a thing. Good luck to his mate. “Take a seat, dear, and we can get started. Is there a pair that’s jumping out at you?” She unstraps my shoes as I look at the lineup. Every single pair is white, with a high heel to it and some kind of detail that seems unnecessary. “One that looks like it would match with your dress?” She a
Alpha's Pet 38 - DEVLIN
“I can’t take you anywhere,” Corbyn half tosses me into the center of the room. “I didn’t do anything.” “You let her draw energy from you,” he said pointedly as he started looking through the racks of lingerie. “You did," I whisper timidly, but angrily. His entire body grows stiff, the muscles in his back tensing, and the hanger in his hand bends. “I don’t know how any of this stuff works. You never take me out of the house, then when you do-" "Put this on," he turns on a dime, thrusting some white fabric into my arms, "or maybe we should leave and head to a children's store." Corbyn dead pans me and the tears are right there… but so is my anger. That tiny little bubbly feeling that makes me wish I had the ability to MAKE him kneel to me. To make him beg for my forgiveness. But fine, he wants obedient, obedient is what he’ll get. An Iota isn’t the only one who can get a man to do her bidding. I drop my dress to the floor, ignoring the roll of nausea, and turning to hang th
Alpha's Pet 39 - BRIXTON
One simple rule. Don’t fuck this up. Yet, the urge to slit every one of their throats and paint the walls with their blood for Sweetness is right… there. Scratching at the surface, peeling back this disguise piece by piece. Would my Pet bask in the glory of it, or would she see me for the monster that I am? The one who doesn’t deserve her, the one who puts her at risk just for knowing me. No one knows me. Not when my last name is a whisper in the dark that no one wants to speak, and certainly not the face to that name. No, there are two people who live with that knowledge. Everyone else is dead. I can’t trust myself at the house while she’s gone, and so I’m not. Which is a real fucking problem. I left with the need to shift, but if I let the more animalistic part of me out, he won’t be as inclined as I am to take Oz into consideration. Ruining his father is a long game we’ve only just started, but this shit is getting fast tracked. We’re not playing with our food this
Alpha's Pet 40 - DEVLIN
The textured feeling of the dress glides under my hands as they rest at my sides while the girl in the shop finishes with her needle and thread. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, but all I can see is the darkness in my eyes. The pitch black color of them swallows me whole, and it's like I'm falling into the abyss of my nightmares all over again. One upon a time I let myself believe that where I ended up was going to be ok… that the boy who found me was meant to be mine… that he loved me. The girl staring back at me is a stupid, stupid girl. That boy is killing anyone who looks her way. He's so savage in his obsession with her that I can't blame her for believing his intentions were true… but every night while she's sleeping alone, he's out there sleeping with someone new. “I know what you’re thinking,” grey eyes get in the way, something being set atop my head as he fusses with it, “but flesh means nothing.” Corbyn stands beside me, looking in the mirror at the both of us. He
Alpha's Pet 41 - DEVLIN
*** The weight of the water is crushing my chest. The ability to breathe so close as the open air drifts over my fingertips. Me, myself, and I want to see this night again. They want to relive it… I don’t. My hair covers my face, wet and impossibly heavy as I struggle to see through it, but that’s ok… if I can’t see him, he can’t see me coming. I’m stumbling forwards but my feet keep getting stuck in the mud, until it wins, and I fall onto my hands and knees. He grips my shoulders, stopping me from continuing to move forwards, except the moment he goes to brush the hair from my face I take action. Grabbing onto his wrist, I pull. I pull and yank with all my might on his wrist until the wind turns in my favor and he’s stumbling into me as we fall into the depths of the water. His hazel hues are staring into mine, begging me to let go, angry that I won’t. I close my eyes, letting myself sink farther into the darkness until my chest gives up and takes in a lungful of water.
Alpha's Pet 42 - DEVLIN
"I'll be back tomorrow night," Trent stops just outside the training room, leaning in for a kiss but stopping himself as if he can't bear it either. He looks through the doorway and scoffs in my direction. "You never learnt as much when I tried to teach you.” “I was young,” I angle myself towards him to take his concentration away from Brixton, but it’s not working… and I don’t like the look he’s giving him. “And I was too… distracted.” I bite my lip, but I’m not sure if it’s for his benefit or my own. I need to keep all the things I want to say to myself. “Yes,” he says, angling my head up to look at him, “you were always quite… distractable.” “As are you,” Corbyn mocks, leaning against the wall as if he’s been there forever. “And after breakfast, I don’t think she needs anymore ‘training’.” “He’s loyal to US,” Trent snaps at Corbyn, “besides, after going with her to the dress fitting, I don’t think you need any more input.” “Touche,” Corbyn announces without explanation or re
Alpha's Pet 43 - DEVLIN
A smile breaks across Brixton’s face, and for a second there’s a whole new side of him to see. It's not ill-intended, it's sincere. A childish side that never gets let out - but I want desperately to see it again. To see his happiness. “No running.” his voice has a roughness to it that usually isn’t there, a desperation that makes me a little bolder. I slide my hand down his arm that’s holding my waist, slipping my hand into his as I drop them by our sides. He tightens his grip on my hand, staring at the door for a moment as he taps various places on his body and stops by my dresser. He reaches towards the bottom of it where there's some kind of fancy trim, leaving space between the dresser and the floor and retrieves a key. How long has he been planning this? My heart does a little flip. A traitorous little flip when I warned it - no more. We can't get attached. This could end like dumb-dumb Mark, only if Trent finds me again… we're both dead. He tugs me gently behind him a
Alpha's Pet 44 - DEVLIN
Brixton yells out, the deep growly tone of it sending prickles of excitement through me as it fills the space around me. Trees pass me by quickly, the blur of the darkened forest lost as I focus on going faster, moving over and under things that are in my way and wondering how close he is. Branches continue to scrape my skin, and the forest floor is rough beneath my feet as I rush to keep ahead of him, but all that pain seems to fade away just as fast as I feel it. I used to be fast, and even though I don't feel like I'm moving as quickly as I did when I raced Donny, I love the feeling of it just the same. The wind is ripping through my hair, catching on things, when a twig snaps and I press my back to a tree while I look around, unable to hide the amount of noise that my breathing is making. My chest feels as though it's on fire, burning with every inhale but my neck and shoulders are tingling, making me more than aware that he’s probably got eyes on me… and I'd better get m
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