All Chapters of I Am The Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“This would be the perfect moment to whip out those blankets,” I shivered from the frigid air biting my skin. I was left in just my undershirt and tights and the thin materials were offering little protection against the creeping cold.Ethan didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached for a thick pile of blankets on the rear parcel shelf. I didn’t notice they were there, neatly folded in one spot.He loosened a black fuzzy one from its fold and draped it around my shoulders. The momentary closing of the space between us left me flustered. For a minute, he was too close and then he was not.The car was quiet, save for the howling wind outside and the rustling of the blankets. I pulled mine tighter around me, trying not to look at him. It was hard not to give the way his arms flexed as he settled a blanket around himself and the slow, controlled breaths he took as he moved.He was a sight, buried under the darkness of his dead car, buried under the snow, he was still quite a sight. A beaut

He finally looked me in the eye. “I still do,” he softly admitted, sitting up to straighten his back as he faced me once again.I couldn't help it, staring at his lips. He was suddenly so close for me to consider touching them honestly. The breath I let out was shaky. My insides tingle.What was I to do with this? With him. With the way he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding. Wasn’t taking. I reached to touch his face, gently caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch and the air crackled between us.For so long, I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to say the kiss in that study was a mistake or it wasn’t supposed to happen. I would have believed it, after all, he was under some odd influence from my authority.But instead, he was waiting. He was giving me the choice and waiting for me to take it. Meanwhile, I was being so foolish getting caught up in my head with the idea that he didn't want me. Bond or not, Influence or not, Ethan wanted me.I smiled at him, my hear

The room was silent, housing only the fading echo of her words.“I saw you at school. You were attacked by Melbringers.”The words sent a pulse of ice through my veins.“Attacked?“ I stared at her, waiting for some sort of clarification. Some piece of information that would make it make sense. Because it didn’t.Yet the situation felt oddly familiar. Something similar had been said before by her when we first met at the back of my school with Becca.“I’ve seen this before, More times than you can imagine.”A premonition? A vision? Wait, that was ridiculous. Werewolves can't have abilities to look into the future. Right? Even with the little I knew about originals, that would be out of place even for them.But then, I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, felt the way my parents tensed, the way even Tyler shifted uncomfortably. I licked my lips, trying to push past the tightness in my throat.It couldn't be true right?“I don’t…” I glanced at Ethan who stared straight ahead hoping

My heart stuttered in momentary panic as I recalled that moment of blind irrational rage that had my hands around Khalid's head. The voice in that moment. It felt like it took advantage of my unrest and pushed me to hurt someone.What if it repeated itself in this seemingly innocent spar? What if I blur the lines between learning defense and wanting to hurt someone?I sighed, pushing myself up so I was sitting beside her. “Maybe. It's just.” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t want to lose myself in the urge to win. I feel like there's a part of me that might take advantage of that and hurt someone,” I paused, looking right at her. “Badly.”Abigail was silent for a long moment, her eyes distant. Then, quietly, she uttered, “Khalid.“I ran my hand through my tangled hair, losing the ponytail it was in. “I never really dwelled on it before but suddenly it's right here being a problem.“She hummed again but it had a contemplative tone to it. “Well, sometimes our brains s

I opened my mouth to argue, but Ethan cut in. “Your mom is right.”I turned sharply toward him, eyes wide and surprised at his agreement. What happened to his initial support yesterday?He exhaled through his nose, clenching his blood-stained fingers. His dark gaze was piercing, locking onto mine with something scrutinizing. “Whatever happened just now, whatever you pushed yourself into, it hurt you. You don’t just bleed from using an ability unless something is pushing back.”He knew there was something more to it. But surely he could tell, I wasn’t going to stop.I forced an easy shrug, running my hand through my hair. “It wasn’t that bad,” I interjected smoothly. “I just got a little too carried away. It won’t happen again.”A lie. One I could tell Ethan didn’t believe for a second. But he didn’t argue anyway.Everyone else watched me for a moment longer as if weighing whether to push further. My dad had long settled down. He had opted to intensely stare at me like he'd always done