All Chapters of Resisting The Alpha Cowboy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I wandered deeper into what I had assumed was a park, my boots crunching against a narrow gravel path. The air was different here—still and heavy as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. I tightened my jacket around me, but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver.The tombstones were what unsettled me the most. Unlike the neglected storefronts and cracked sidewalks of Dusty Creek, these graves were pristine. The marble shone as if it had been polished that morning, and the engravings were crisp, untouched by time. Even the flowers, carefully arranged at each headstone, were fresh—some still bearing droplets of morning dew.I paused, my fingers brushing over the carved name of someone I had never met. The town itself had felt like it was crumbling from within, yet here, the dead were treated with more care than the living.Who tended to these graves?I turned, searching for any sign of a caretaker. The town was small—too small to hide someone f

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥The brush in my hand was slow and deliberate, moving over the mane of the injured horse with a tenderness I didn’t feel inside. Each stroke was meant to comfort, but it did little to soothe the knot tightening in my chest. The soft swish of the bristles against the horse’s coat was the only sound in the barn, and I wondered if the silence made the weight of the moment heavier. My mind had been racing all day, thoughts like wild stallions tearing through my head, refusing to be tamed. The farm—the ranch—had always been my sanctuary, but today it felt like it was closing in around me, the walls growing tighter with every breath I took.I glanced up at the horse, her dark eyes watching me, patient but knowing. They always knew. Animals, they didn’t need words to understand when something was off. It was like they could sense the shift in the air before I even fully realized it myself. My hands, stiff from the tension, gripped the brush harder, trying to make the st

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I couldn’t sleep that night.The conversation I had with Tom lingered in my head, replaying in loops like a broken record. His lack of remorse gnawed at me, not because he didn’t care—he just didn’t feel the way I did. He didn’t know my father, didn’t grow up under his shadow, didn’t watch the slow, aching unraveling of a man betrayed. Tom had the privilege of distance, the safety of time. He had years to come to terms with the fact that he fell for a married woman, that he stood by while she tore a family apart.I couldn’t wrap my head around it.The sheer indifference of it all stunned me. My mother and Tom had moved on, built a life, never looking back at the wreckage they left behind. They never thought about my father, my siblings—never cared about what it did to us.The anger burned deep in my chest, too thick and heavy to let me rest.I pushed the blankets off and swung my legs over the bed, the movement too fast, too careless. The moment my foot h

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★After the discussion with Darcy, I met up with Colton back at his house. It was a long hot walk there. I’m grateful he’ll be driving me into town rather than me having to cycle there. Which I can’t do because I broke my bike. He did not look happy. I’m not surprised, he seems to be dealing with pressure poorly. I’m sure this is the first time he’s had a threat to his farm that he couldn’t see. I can’t imagine dealing with that. I checked my phone to confirm if the woman, Margaret’s sister had responded to my message.And voila! Yes, she has. I shoved the phone back into my pocket. “You good, cowboy?”He snapped from his thoughts. His eyes darkened for a second. “No, I’m not good. But there’s nothing I can do about it.”I fought against my instincts which said to just ignore the sadness in his eyes, the slump in his shoulder and just go meet with Miss Holloway. Those journalistic instincts wanted me to put this story first. After all, it was my source o

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★We dressed quickly after setting the rules, barely able to keep our hands off each other. Every glance, every brush of skin, felt like a promise neither of us could wait to keep.We set rules, so we’re good. And I’m not turning down sex.By the time we reached the house, the tension between us was unbearable—thick enough to smother every rational thought.The moment we crossed through the door, Colton yanked me into his body, stealing my breath before I had a chance to exhale.His lips crashed against mine, a devastating collision of heat and hunger, raw and desperate. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t waste time easing into it. He took. Claimed. Branded. Such fire, isn’t he supposed to be a lover boy?My back slammed against the door, a startled gasp slipping from me, but he swallowed it, turning it into something deeper, something I felt in every nerve ending.His hands were everywhere at once, gripping my hips, sliding up my spine, threading into my hair. I c