All Chapters of Alpha Brat: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Smallprint

Immortality really is real, I’ve stumbled into it with this cursed meeting. It’s been going on so long my eyes are burning. We’re gathered around the wooden table in Vaela's office surrounded by maps, books, screens, territory markers and enough paperwork to collapse a lesser government. Somewhere in the last two hours we moved from discussing my training schedule into debating my entire future. The problem is that everyone in the room is convinced they're being reasonable. Vaela wants me staying here in the mountains where I can train, learn, shift and apparently discover whatever terrifying thing everyone keeps implying I am. The guys want me home where they can keep an eye on me, keep me safe and continue running the daycare without having to drive a good hour or two every five minutes. Vaela is granite, absolutely no give. Raulf keeps making practical suggestions nobody listens to. River keeps quietly offering compromises. Jax keeps getting distracted by snacks. Leo keeps looki

First Time Witness

Wind stirs through the pines overhead, carrying the scent of damp earth between us. Ezra doesn't look down at the contract, just stands there staring at me, breathing hard enough that I can see his chest rising beneath his shirt. The sound is wrong. Ezra is controlled. Ezra is measured. Ezra is the man who could probably negotiate a hostage situation while being actively set on fire. Seeing him this close to the edge makes something uncomfortable twist beneath my ribs. It doesn't stop me being furious."What the fuck is wrong with you?"His jaw flexes. "A lot of things. Be specific.""Don't," I point toward the contract. "Do not get sarcastic with me right now."His laugh is short and humourless. "Right now?""Ezra.""What do you want me to say, Frankie?"I through my hands out to my sides. "I want you to explain why you hid a clause in a contract that basically says you lot get to make decisions for me."His nostrils flare. "I knew you’d leave."All I can do is stare at him. "No wa

Circuits

"Come on, cousin, you can do this."Valentine sounds disgustingly cheerful for somebody currently torturing me.I glare at her from where I'm lying face down on a training mat, spread-eagled leaving a me shaped sweat patch. My entire body hurts. Literally every single muscle I possess has entered a formal complaint with management. Five days of lessons, lectures, history, politics, pack structure, wolf biology, combat drills, endurance training and discovering that apparently becoming a werewolf isn't something you unlock through positive thinking and emotional breakthroughs. Turns out shifting requires absurd amounts of physical conditioning because your body has to survive every bone, muscle and organ rearranging itself at high speed. According to Vaela, an untrained wolf attempting a first shift can tear muscles, rupture organs, break bones, damage their heart or simply die when their healing can’t catch up. As I’ve been ‘suppressed’, my super speed healing isn’t fully activated y

Bathtime

The pack bathrooms are ridiculous.Normal people have a sink and a toilet and a shower. Sometimes a bath. Pack compounds have wellness retreats disguised as bathrooms. The room’s huge, with walls made from dark timber and stone, soft lighting tucked into wooden beams overhead, and enormous sunken baths built directly into the floor beside floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountains. Pine trees sway beyond the glass. Steam curls lazily through the air. The scent of eucalyptus soap hangs thick enough to taste. My muscles are currently dissolving into jelly inside water hot enough to boil vegetables, and for the first time all day, I don't actively want to die.Valentine lounges in the bath beside mine, a feral woodland princess.She's completely naked.I'm completely naked.Neither of us cares.Before coming here, I would’ve awkwardly tried to hide behind bubbles while apologising for possessing a human body. Here nobody seems remotely interested. Wolves treat nudity the way nor

Mental Conditioning

The bathroom’s quieter once Valentine leaves. Not silent, because nothing in this place is ever truly silent. Water still laps softly against the edges of the huge stone bath. Pipes hum somewhere inside the walls. Voices drift faintly through distant corridors. The scent of woodsmoke hangs permanently in the air. River continues working slow circles into the muscles at the base of my neck while I float bonelessly against the edge of the bath, convinced I might never stand again. Every part of me aches. Not the satisfying ache people post about after yoga classes and expensive gym memberships. This is the ache of discovering muscles hidden in places I didn't know muscles existed. My stomach hurts. My ribs hurt. My thighs have become weapons-grade misery. Even my fingers somehow hurt. River listens patiently while I describe all my injuries in graphic detail, his mouth twitching every few seconds like he's trying not to laugh."The physical part matters," he says eventually, his thum

True Connection

Eventually, River's hand slides from my chest to cup my face. His thumb traces my cheekbone, and even that simple touch feels different now. Deeper. More significant."Open your eyes," he says softly.I do.His eyes are the colour of moss and earth and growing things. They're warm and patient, it makes my chest ache. I can see the lust there, simmering beneath the surface, along with something purer. More profound.Love."I want to show you something," he says. "Another way to connect. But only if you're ready."My pulse quickens with anticipation. With need."I'm ready."His smile is slow and beautiful. "Come here."He guides me with gentle hands, repositioning us with the same deliberate care he's shown throughout this entire experience. He shifts so his legs are crossed, creating a stable base, and then he lifts me, positions me on his lap so I'm straddling him.Lotus style.Heat gathers low in my stomach. This isn't just sitting, it's intimacy, connection. A position that requires

Soul Tie

I repeat the movement, and this time he meets me halfway, a subtle roll of his hips that drives him deeper. Not hard or fast. Just deliberate and controlled and absolutely devastating."Oh fuck," I gasp."Fuck indeed," he teases, but his smile is strained. "Keep breathing with me. In when you rise. Out when you sink."I match my breathing to the rhythm of our movements, and everything intensifies. Each breath draws him deeper into my body, into my soul. Each exhale releases something inside me, fear, doubt, resistance, until all that's left is this. Us. This perfect, profound connection.His hands slide from my hair down to my back, tracing the line of my spine with reverent fingers. They're on my hips, guiding my movements, helping me maintain the slow, steady rhythm that's building to something massive inside me."You're so wet," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "Can feel you dripping down me. How much you need this.""I do," I whimper. "I need—""I know what you need," he inte

Home Visit

The car winds through familiar streets, and I can barely sit still in the passenger seat. My knee bounces against the door panel, my fingers drum against my thigh, and every few seconds I shift my weight like I'm trying to physically propel us forward faster. Corrian glances over at me from the driver's seat, his mouth twitching with barely suppressed amusement, but he doesn't say anything. He just reaches over and rests his hand on my bouncing knee, his palm warm and grounding, and even though the touch settles me for approximately three seconds, the restless energy comes flooding back the moment I see the turn onto our drive approaching.Our drive. When did I start thinking of it that way? When did this place stop being theirs and start being ours? Maybe it was somewhere between Vaela teaching me to feel the wolf sleeping inside my bones and River showing me how souls can speak without words. Maybe it’s been during one of those brutal training sessions where Valentine pushed me unt

Answers

I work to keep my expression neutral, to not let the hurt show on my face. Weeks of brutal training and late-night conversations and slowly transforming into something new, and Ezra hasn't visited once since that day in the woods. Hasn't called. Hasn't texted beyond the occasional brief message asking if I'm okay. The others came, stayed until Vaela kicked them out at change over. But Ezra stayed away.I tell myself it doesn't matter. That he's busy, that he has his reasons, that the distance doesn't mean anything. But the wolf inside me whines at his absence, confused and hurt, and I can't quite silence her. Can't quite convince myself that everything is fine when the one person I most want to see isn't here.Jax slings an arm around my shoulders and steers me toward the house, chattering about something funny that happened at work, and I force myself to focus on his words, to be present in this moment instead of spiralling into anxiety about what Ezra's absence means.The front door

Declaration

The door opens silently beneath my hand, and I step inside the office without announcing myself. The space smells like him, it speaks of sleepless nights and obsession. Papers are scattered across every surface, maps marked with red circles and lines connecting dots I can't begin to understand. Screens glow with what looks like surveillance footage, grainy images of faces I don't recognize. This isn't just work. It’s consuming him from the inside out, has been eating away at him while I've been gone.As I cross the threshold he stiffens, massive shoulders going rigid even though he doesn't turn around. The bond between us might not be complete yet, but it's strong enough that my presence affects him on a visceral level. Strong enough that even weeks of distance hasn't dulled the awareness we have of each other. I can see it in the way his hands pause over the keyboard, in the way his breathing changes, in the subtle shift of his body as he braces for impact.Words feel inadequate ri

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