All Chapters of Not a Pup, But Your Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bella’s POV"Red! Don't run, Red!" I shouted into the mist. A dirty little puppy with beautiful red eyes burst out of the bushes. It barked happily, its tail wagging like a metronome set to a high speed. It bounded toward me with pure joy.I laughed and opened my arms. I crouched down, ready to catch him and feel that familiar, fluffy warmth.But the moment he leaped onto me, the weight changed. It was heavy. Crushing.I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.The creature pinning me to the grass wasn't my little dog. It was a man.He was huge. I could feel the heat radiating from his broad chest, the hardness of his muscles pressing against me.I couldn't see his face clearly in the mist. All I could see were those eyes—red, burning with an intensity that made my breath hitch.He lowered his head. His nose brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck. His breath was scorching hot. It felt like he was going to kiss me, or maybe bite me."Ah!"I shot up in bed, gasping for air.My chest he

Adam's POVAfter the woman ran away, the office returned to a dead silence.I leaned back in my leather chair, staring at the ceiling. My hand moved unconsciously, my fingers grazing my lower lip.The taste of that woman—Bella—lingered there. It was faint, smelling of freesias and fear, but beneath that, there was something else. Something that made the wolf inside me, usually dormant and sullen, lift its head and growl low in my chest.Damn it.I slammed my hand onto the armrest.Since that cursed battle three years ago, my life had been a grayscale hell. The witch—the one with the purple eyes—had placed a hex on me before disappearing into the human world.“You will never find what makes you whole,” she had screamed.Since then, my sense of smell had been severed. Not for everything, but for the one thing that mattered most to an Alpha: my Fate Mate.Without a mate, an Alpha’s power is capped. I was strong, yes. I could crush a human skull with one hand. But I wasn't at my peak. An

Bella's POVI lifted my chin, and my gaze collided with a pair of bottomless, red eyes.Adam Blackwood!The man I had forcibly kissed in his office this morning!I was too surprised that the heavy bottle of Romanée-Conti slipped from my grasp and plummeted toward the floor.It's over, I thought, my mind going blank. That bottle is worth three years of my salary. I’m dead.I braced for the crash, but it never came.A large hand had appeared out of nowhere and caught the bottle in the last millisecond before it hit the carpet.It was impossible! I didn't even see him move. I stared at Adam's hand, my mouth slightly open, my brain completely unable to process what just happened."You stupid bitch!"A roar shattered the silence.A fat man jumped up from the sofa. Spittle flew from his mouth as he pointed a shaking finger at my nose."Do you know how much that wine costs?" he screamed. "If you spill a single drop, selling your body on the street corner wouldn't pay for it! Get out!"He ra

Bella's POVI pushed open the door to Aunt Genevieve's house, my body reeking of grease and exhaustion.I clutched the envelope containing five hundred dollars in cash. It was my wages that Rick had just settled for me.Jessica was sitting on the beige leather sofa in the living room, painting her nails. When she saw me come in, she wrinkled her nose dramatically and waved her hand in front of her face."Oh my God, did you just crawl out of a garbage dump?" Jessica looked at me with disgust. "The whole room is filled with the smell of cheap french fries."I ignored her mockery and walked to the coffee table, placing the envelope on the surface."This is this month's money. Tell Aunt Genevieve I've done my best."Jessica stretched out two fingers, pinching the envelope like she was holding something infected with a virus. She opened it and glanced at the wrinkled small bills inside, letting out a sharp, cold laugh."That's it?"Suddenly, she flicked her wrist. The bills scatter

Adam's POVI held a thin personnel file in my hand. The file was only two pages long. The life of that woman named Bella White was unremarkable.But my gaze lingered on a photo in the attachments. It was an old photo from a few years ago, taken at a shabby pet store.The girl in the picture was younger, skinnier. She wore an ill-fitting work apron that swallowed her small frame. She was hugging a Golden Retriever that looked freshly washed, her face buried in its wet fur.Her silhouette felt strangely familiar. For some reason, I thought again of that red-haired woman who saved me on that rainy night three years ago."Damn it."I cursed under my breath and threw the photo on the desk.Last night at the Blue Moon Restaurant, I had even found that photo of my collar, but the trail went cold right there.A familiar, piercing pain suddenly shot from my spine to the back of my head.The full moon was approaching.That damned witch's curse made me extremely unstable in the days b