Falling For My Mate's Alpha

“Are you ready?” Yasmin asked from a distance while I kept scrolling on my phone, trying to distract myself from what was coming tonight. “Always.” I gave her a wave and got a narrowed gaze in return. Usually, I don’t work these kinds of … ehm… events. However, they were down a dancer, and it was good money. I actually didn’t have a choice. I have been working at the same club as a dancer—aka stripper—for two years now. I never thought this would be my life. I had a loving family and finished my studies at Harvard, but everything came crashing down years ago. I lost everything that wretched night, and I couldn’t pull myself together after it. I kept having these anxiety attacks, or that was what my Doctor calls them. However, these attacks made it impossible to keep working at a law firm, and the drugs I had to take to numb the pain turned me into a zombie. It took me a while to get back on my feet, and this job gave me back my sanity. So yes, I needed this job, but I also loved

I groaned, hiding under the covers when I woke up by the loud banging on my front door. “Fucking hell,” I mumbled when the banging didn’t stop. With a sigh, I got up, grabbed my fluffy robe, and headed downstairs while the banging continued. “What is wrong with you!” I yelled, opening the door, staring at William. “Me, do you know what time it is? I thought you were dead!” I moved aside, letting him in with my eyebrows pinched together. “What time is it… what the hell are you talking about?” I closed the door and followed him to the living room but stopped when I saw the time. “Oh.” It was ten AM, and we were supposed to meet at eight. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how I overslept.” “You are always early, picking me up even though we agree that I pick you up, and now this. You scared the shit out of me, Jo.” He flopped on the couch, looking grumpy as hell. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said, but before I could turn, he jumped up, rushing to the hall. “Whose boots are th

I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but whatever he did to me, forcing me to submit, made me cautious. He stayed with me yesterday, not leaving my side, explaining everything about this cult, no pack. No idea what kind of voodoo he had going on, but I was careful with every move I made, dreading he was right because I could already feel it. The drugs I had taken over the years were fading, leaving my system completely. All these needs surfaced, making my head trickle. “I have meetings all morning. If you promise to be a good girl, you can wander around the pack.” Disgust rushed through me, but beneath it, the longing for his touch grew. I clenched my fist, trying to keep a hold on myself, fearing I might do something I thought I had overcome. “I will be good,” I said weakly, hating the sound of my voice. He moved closer, his fingers hooked under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze up close. “I’m not the bad guy here, just give me a chance.” My brows furrowed together,

Liam gave me some books to read, telling me I should know the pack laws and other important stuff. How he said it made me realize I had no choice, and it made my despise for him grow. However, I couldn’t deny these growing feelings inside me. I knew it was the mate bond because these feelings weren’t healthy. If Liam was right, and I knew he was. I couldn’t stop it, I could already feel it. He only had to look at me in a certain way, and my insides melted. Every bit of hate I had towards him vanished as if it was never there. And all I wanted was his touch, to have him near. And for him to fuck me—Aachh, I hate myself. I knew he was mad, or better said, hurt by what happened today. However, he didn’t have to give me the silent treatment during dinner and rush out to get away from me when we were done. I sighed, leaning back on the couch and flipping through some pages. Somehow, I couldn’t focus enough to read it, so I only glanced at the pictures. I hoped that the wolf from to

I joined the warm-up with Conner, Liam, and some other pack members, but it was hard to focus when I couldn’t shake this feeling of being watched—the same I had by the river bed. My lips curled, and I tried to hide it as quickly as possible, not wanting anyone to notice and ask me a question I couldn’t answer. It seemed I had surprised Liam when I managed to keep up with everything that was tossed my way, but how could he not be? He hasn’t asked me a single thing, never tried to explain how this world worked—only kept throwing at my face that I was his and nothing more. They all paired up, and now it was time to shine. I thought Liam would stay with me, but he darted off with his friends. It would have been nice of him to introduce me, but no, that wasn’t in that thick head of his. “Just you and me,” Conner teased, moving past me, purposely brushing his arm against mine. I watched him closely, knowing why he did that. “If you want to ask something, just spit it out.” I sighed,