All Chapters of Taming the Dangerous Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning came way too fast. The three of us squeezed into Evelyn’s car, each running on maybe three hours of sleep. We’d stayed up talking and laughing until dawn, and all I wanted now was to bury myself under a blanket and pretend school didn’t exist. But I’d promised my dad I’d be on time today—so here we were, dragging our half-dead bodies into the car while my friends groaned at my misplaced sense of responsibility.I wore one of Evelyn’s long-sleeve silk blouses, mostly to hide the dark bruise blooming across my elbow. Fitch had one hell of a grip—of course he did. Let him go to hell for all I care.The radio played Closer by the Chainsmokers, and we started humming along out of pure muscle memory. We’d probably heard this song a thousand times during sleepovers.By the time we pulled into the school parking lot, I could already feel eyes on us. People were whispering, staring a little too openly. Evelyn didn’t notice, Silvia didn’t care, and I forced myself to act unfazed—even as

I gave a soft snort, folded my arms across my chest like I was strapping on armor. Fitch ate his lunch quietly while I repeatedly hurled imaginary knives at him with my eyes.I could have ditched my tray and walked out of this cafeteria—where gossip density exceeded the ozone layer.But I was really hungry.And more importantly, this was my territory. If he dared to provoke me here, why should I be the one to retreat?In the end, I picked up a forkful of pasta and forced my attention back into my lunchbox, pretending not to notice the way his gaze kept flickering over—like he was sneaking glances while trying to look casual.The following week was basically a stress test for my sanity.Fitch didn’t just make a statement—he acted one out. An inspirational sports movie, starring himself, announcing to the world that he wasn’t leaving my side. As a result, every eye on campus locked onto me like a grid of searchlights.Every morning before first period, he stood by my locker on the dot.

“Why would you pick a Benz?” Fitch raised an eyebrow at me. We’d been playing Twenty Questions—or something loosely resembling it—for hours now, trading barbs back and forth. The strange thing was, I wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. I was actually… enjoying myself.It turned out that as long as Fitch was willing to be serious, he wasn’t an idiot at all. He could tell jokes, listen to me complain, and even find something interesting in the most mundane topics. We laughed nonstop, as if we’d stepped into a completely different world.I snorted. “A better question would be—why wouldn’t you choose a Benz?”“Well said!” He burst out laughing, leaning back so hard his whole body tilted, shoulders shaking as if he were dancing to an invisible beat.We’d finished the sandwiches a long time ago—so delicious they made me suspect Michelin stars were somehow involved. When I asked, he admitted shyly that his butler had prepared them. We drank cola, nibbled on chocolate, and somehow, without any p

My mouth has never betrayed me the way it did today.Every time I think about that idiotic line—“If he actually gets a girlfriend, I’ll sleep with him”—I want to go back in time and strangle my past self.The moment the idea of actually ending up in bed with Fitch crosses my mind, my whole face feels like it’s on fire.“Me? Sleeping with him? Impossible. No. Never!”I exaggeratedly shrugged, pretending the thought gave me goosebumps.In reality—just imagining his hands on my waist makes me feel like a dumpling steaming in a bamboo basket.But I would never admit that.“You’re not allowed to sleep with him yet!” Silvia warned me like a homeroom teacher.“Right—‘never say never,’ sweetheart.”Evelyn grinned like she knew everything.“So what am I supposed to reply to him?”I hurriedly dragged the conversation back into safe territory, before the two of them turned my sexual fantasies into their favorite topic again.“Easy.” Sam spread his hands, completely serious. “Call him and tell hi

He turned his head and shot me a quick glance. Surprise flickered through his green eyes—along with something else.Hope?“Just wolves,” he said carefully. “We’re born this way. It’s bloodline, not magic. Not a curse.” He slowed his speech deliberately, like someone trying not to spook a frightened animal. “We can’t become anything else. I’m just… a wolf. I simply spend most of my life in human form.”Most of my life.Those words made my stomach twist again.So that massive, fur-covered creature—paws digging into the earth—wasn’t some occasional alternate form. It wasn’t a transformation he slipped into once in a while.It was half