All Chapters of Alpha Brat: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Frankie,” Chad, my manager snaps. “Okay, that's it. You’re fired.”“Oh no,” I say with zero emotion as I pull off my name tag and stroll out the door.Is it really my fault if the Karen final boss launched a candle at me because I refused to believe it made her cat sick?No.Maybe it's my fault that when she demanded a refund, I demanded equal pay and a hugh pierced dick to tuck me in at night.Fired, again.I get halfway down the street before the adrenaline crashes and I realize two things:One; I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s gas station sushi experiment.And two; My bank balance has more zeros than my love life.Back at my apartment, if you can call a glorified shoebox with questionable plumbing an 'apartment', I collapse onto the floor mattress, kick off my boots, and scream into my pillow.This isn’t even my worst Tuesday.When the muffled screaming loses its charm, I roll onto my back and grab my phone. It’s cracked, grimy, and currently displaying four unread notifications:

The fifth man stumbles in and he has be straight from the frat house. Cropped hoodie reveals a thick trunk and chiseled abs, curls in his mullet wild, sweatpants low, chewing a long piece of red liquorice.He skids to a halt, blinks at the room, then zeroes in on me like he’s spotted a unicorn.Ezra sighs so loudly it might actually be a soul leaving his body.“Jax,” Corrian growls.“Sorry, Daddy.” Jax mutters, not even remotely sorry, mouth full of sugar and mischief. He grins, wide and wicked, then turns back to me.I’m still frozen, mouth slightly open.Jax’s smile goes nuclear.He drops to one knee, takes my hand with mock ceremony, kisses it with a flourish, and says, completely deadpan.“And who, pray tell, is the walking sex cloud who summoned me from my sacred nap?”No way I am getting out of here without trauma or orgasms, probably both.Corrian kicks off his spot, standing to full height. Every other man shrinks back an inch, including Jax who drops my hand, stands and sidle

“This way,” Corrian says. This man’s never once been bitten by a mosquito, I can tell. His blood is too expensive for sure, I wonder what it tastes like?Put the smut books down bitch, that's a crazy train of thought.He strides ahead without checking I’m following, it makes sense, even just an hour in his presence and you can see people orbit him. Shit, I am already, stumbling along behind him like a puppy.The path is a secret trail cutting through the trees. Dirt-packed and soft underfoot, lined with wild ferns and crooked roots, it winds through the undergrowth in a loping pattern.As soon as we step under the leaves, the heat that had reached emergency levels dissipate. The canopy keeps it so much cooler here, thick with pine sap and damp earth.“Don’t fall behind,” Corrian calls over his shoulder, and I snap out of my weird forest fugue. Which absolutely did not include wondering what he looks like naked, sitting on a throne, legs spread, beckoning me to crawl into his lap…Af

I should be curled up in the fetal position reevaluating all my life choices. Instead, I‘m sticky with shame. Not because of what happened, because of how badly I loved it. I'm a sexual woman and damn proud of it, you'll never find any slut shaming here, I say go and get that D girl. But it was how fast I let go of every ounce of self-preservation the second a man with murder in his eyes and a six-pack said ‘you're late.’I'm not the ditzy moron in a horror film who wanders into the murder cabin because she heard a noise. I've survived shit. Real shit. I'm street-smart. Cynical. Impossible to impress. Or at least I was, until five men walked into a room and looked at me like they wanted to eat me alive. And I offered them a goddamn lollipop.I need to reset, get some air, maybe a drink or seven. I yank on a hoodie, flip the hood up like it's gonna protect me from bad decisions, and head out into the city night.The streets are loud and grimy, and they help. I walk past the gas sta

After managing an hours sleep, it's my first official day at the daycare and the thing I can't figure out, is why the locks are on the outside of the doors.Big ones.Industrial-looking metal bolts that belong in a prison, not a building decorated with hand-painted rainbows and tiny cubbies labelled with names like Milo and Junebug.I stand in the hallway holding my coffee and staring at one for a solid ten seconds before deciding maybe I’m too sleep-deprived to process.“Question,” I call out as Jax breezes past carrying three juice boxes and what appears to be a raw chicken nugget in his mouth. “Why does the toddler room have maximum security containment locks?”Jax glances at the door.Then at me.Then back at the door.“Biting.”“That feels excessive.”“You haven’t met Mason yet.”Which tells me nothing.My brain is still catching up that I actually came back here. I woke up this morning in a panic at dawn, convinced the last week had been some kind of erotic stress hallucination c