All Chapters of The Alpha's Bodyguard Is a Woman : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VioletThe knock came before either of us had fully caught our breath from our... activity. Dante stilled above me for a moment and then the knock came again, three measured raps and he exhaled through his nose and pressed his forehead briefly against mine before he pulled away.I stared at the ceiling and listened to him move around the room, the soft sounds of someone putting themselves back together, and I did the same, finding my clothes and straightening them with hands that were steadier than I expected them to be.He glanced at me once when he was done and something moved across his face that I didn't try to read."Come," he said and I followed him out.~~~His grandmother's room was at the end of the east corridor, larger than the others and arranged meticulously. She was sitting in the chair near the window when we came in, her walking stick propped beside her and her white hair pulled back as neatly as it always was. She looked like she had been expecting us for a while an

AlexI had always known I was the spare.Not because anyone said it, but because I had eyes and I had grown up in the same house as Dante and those two things together were sufficient education on the subject. He walked into rooms and people reorganised themselves around him without deciding to, the way iron filings move toward a magnet without consulting each other first. I walked into the same rooms and people smiled at me and went back to what they were doing.I had accepted it young because accepting it was easier than the alternative, and because I loved my brother in the particular helpless way you love someone who has never done anything wrong to you except exist more loudly than you do.But something had shifted recently and I felt it the way you feel a change in weather before it arrives, in the pressure of things rather than the things themselves. There were conversations that stopped when I entered. There were looks exchanged over my head that people thought I didn't catch.

RonThe stairs groaned under my boots, a rhythmic, heavy sound that shadowed her frantic pace. Alex didn't look back. She never did. She treated me like a piece of furniture until she needed someone to bleed for her, but tonight, the air between us was screaming. The beach house was a tomb of glass and expensive wood, the crashing waves outside mocking the silence. She reached the door to her suite and fumbled with the handle. Her hands were shaking. I’d watched those hands navigate boardrooms and black-tie galas without a tremor, but here, in the dark with me, she was falling apart."Get in your room, Alex," I said, my voice sounding like gravel."I’m going," she snapped, finally throwing the door open. "You can stop hovering. Your shift is over. Go sleep in the barracks or wherever it is you go to brood."I didn't move. I stepped across the threshold, closing the door behind me with a soft, deliberate click. The lock engaged. The sound made her spine stiffen. She spun around, her e

DanteThe trip back from the island was a blur. I didn't speak to Violet the entire way. I sat in the leather seat with my laptop open, staring at transaction logs and security feeds, but my mind was stuck on what Bret had told me over the phone. A rat. A leak. Someone sitting at my table had sold out the pack, and I was going to find out who it was and peel the skin from their bones.I already knew that I couldn't trust anyone based on what had happened with the shipment... but this was just worse in a way. Beside me, or rather across the aisle, Violet was silent. She had shifted back into her role as Diego so seamlessly it was almost insulting. The girl who had been sobbing and writhing on my desk an hour before was gone, replaced by the stoic, square-shouldered guard who didn't let a single emotion leak onto her face.It was a hell of a trick. Most people can't flip the switch that fast. It made me wonder, not for the first time, exactly what kind of life she’d led before she e

VioletMy heart was doing a drum solo against my ribs. I could feel the sweat starting to prickle at the back of my neck, but I kept my face as stiff as a board. One wrong move, one shaky breath, and the whole house of cards was coming down. I was standing in the middle of the room while Dante’s grandmother sat there looking like she could peel the skin off my bones just by staring too hard.Dante was standing a few feet away, his silhouette dark and imposing. He didn't look panicked. He just looked cold. His jaw was set, and his eyes were like flint, calculating..His grandmother reached for a small, glossy photograph on the table and slid it toward me."Tell me, Diego," she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Who is this?"I looked down. For a split second, the world actually stopped spinning. It was a picture of me. Not Diego. Me. Violet. It wasn't just a blurry shot from a distance, either. it was a close up, but luckily it was grainy and a bit blurry definitely