All Chapters of Alpha Brat: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Not Going Anywhere

He goes completely still. Every muscle locks, every breath suspends, every part of him freezes like I've just said something impossible. I've spoken words he never expected to hear. The silence that follows is so complete I can hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, can hear the distant sound of the others moving around in the main house, can hear everything except him breathing.I say it again, because he needs to hear it. Maybe he didn't believe it the first time."I love you, Ezra." My voice is steady now, certain, carrying all the emotion I've been holding back. "Thank you for protecting me from everything that might hurt me. But I need you to be a person too. I need you present, not consumed by vengeance. Need you here, with me, not drowning in rage and guilt."The words hang in the air between us, and for a long moment nothing happens. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't give me any indication that he's even heard me. He explodes into motion.Spins in the chair so fa

Afraid

The training ring that sits at the edge of the property is some kind of fever dream someone had after watching too many underground fighting movies and deciding the aesthetic needed more pine trees. When I first saw this place, I was too busy taking in the man meat inside it to really pay attention. In front of me is what I can only describe as a mini sumo ring on steroids, a massive dirt clearing surrounded by a circle of pine trunks that have been sunk deep into the earth, each one thick as my torso and stripped of bark until they're smooth and pale. Between the trunks, thick netted fencing stretches upward, creating an enclosed space that's rustic and vaguely threatening. Fight club chic but make it mountain lodge. The dirt inside the ring has been packed down hard from what I assume are countless training sessions, and the whole thing smells like earth and pine sap and something wilder. My wolf stirs at the scent, recognising something in it that my human brain hasn't caught up

Shifting's Easy, Right?

“Aren’t you, mate?”I turn to find Leo standing at the edge of the ring, and my breath catches in my throat the way it always does when I see him. He's massive in a way that defies reasonable explanation, all muscle and scars and raw masculine power wrapped in a package that looks like it walked straight out of a Viking saga. His dark hair is pulled back in that signature undercut, the sides shaved close while the top is long enough to be gathered into a thick braid that falls all the way down to the back of his thighs.He's shirtless like Jax, wearing only a pair of dark pants. His eyes find mine across the distance, pale and intense, and I feel pinned by the weight of his gaze."I'm not afraid," I say automatically, even though we both know it's a lie.Leo doesn't respond. He just walks into the ring with that predatory grace that makes it clear he's never been prey in his entire life, and when he reaches us he stops close enough that I have to tilt my head back to maintain eye cont

Pack Run

"Close your eyes," Jax instructs, his voice dropping into something more serious. "Focus on your breathing. Feel your wolf inside you. I know you can feel her, she's right there under your skin. Picture her. What does she look like? What color is her fur? How does she move?"I close my eyes and try to follow his instructions. My wolf is there, just like he said, pressing against the inside of my skin like she's trying to claw her way out. I can feel her impatience, her frustration, her desperate need to be free. I try to picture her. Dark fur, I think, maybe black or deep brown. Strong and fast and powerful. But the moment I reach for her, the moment I try to let go enough to actually shift, something slams down inside me. A wall. A barrier. A fundamental refusal to surrender that much control.I try again. And again. And again. Each time I get close to that edge, close to letting go, something inside me panics and pulls back. It's like standing at the edge of a cliff and trying to c

Butter & Brown Sugar

The house smells like butter and brown sugar when we finally make it back from the training ring, all of us sweaty and exhausted and somehow more connected than we were before. Jax disappears into the kitchen with the kind of enthusiasm that suggests he's about to create something either amazing or catastrophic, and within minutes the scent of whatever he's baking fills the entire first floor. River showers first, then Leo, then me, and by the time I emerge in soft leggings and one of Ezra's enormous hoodies that hangs to my knees, the living room has been transformed. The massive sectional sofa that dominates the space is covered in blankets and pillows, and someone has dimmed the lights to that perfect golden glow that makes everything feel warm and safe. Jax appears from the kitchen carrying a tray loaded with fresh cookies, popcorn, cut fruit, and what looks like homemade brownies, and I'm struck by how domestic this all is. How normal. Five massive alpha wolves and their mate

The Truth, Fully

My chest’s tight with affection. These men notice everything about me, adjust themselves constantly to meet needs I haven't even articulated, and somehow make it look effortless. Ezra's fingers press a little harder against my scalp, and I tilt my head back to look at him. His dark eyes are already on me, watching with that intense focus that makes me feel like I'm the only thing in the world that matters, and he gives me the smallest smile. It transforms his usually severe face into something softer, something that makes my heart kick hard against my ribs.Corrian returns a few minutes later, and the energy in the room reacts to him. He's not broadcasting distress or anger or anything obvious, but we feel it anyway. There’s been a change, and it’s significant. I start to sit up, my body responding to the tension, but Ezra's hand on my shoulder gently pulls me back down. His fingers resume their massage as he tries to keep me calm. Here in this moment of peace for as long as possi

Something Different

The authority in his voice is absolute. Alpha dominance that makes it clear this isn't up for debate. Corrian holds his gaze for a long moment, and I can see the conflict playing out across his face, the desire to protect me warring with his respect for Ezra's position, for the promise Ezra apparently made about honesty. Finally, Corrian nods once, resigned, and settles back against the sofa. Permission granted, or at least opposition withdrawn. Ezra's attention returns to me, and his hand comes up to cup my face with a tenderness that makes my throat tight."You're not an omega," he says, and his thumb strokes across my cheekbone. "And you're not an alpha. You're both. A mix of the two designations in one person, which is exceptionally rare. We're talking maybe a handful of documented cases in the entire history of all packs. That alone would make you significant to the Council, would make them want to understand you, study you, figure out what your existence means for pack dynamic

High & Dry

River's hands are reverent as he washes me, his fingers trailing soap across my shoulders and down my spine with such tenderness. The stone bath’s enormous, steam rising from the water in lazy curls that catch the candlelight flickering around the edges of the room. He's been at this for what feels like hours, washing my hair, massaging my scalp, working knots from muscles I didn't know were tense, and every touch feels like worship. His chest presses against my back as he reaches around to cup water in his palms and pour it over my collarbones, watching the rivulets stream down between my breasts with an expression equal parts meditative and hungry. The spiritual connection we forged in the forest hasn't faded; if anything, it's grown stronger, more tangible, invisible threads binding us together even when we're not touching. But right now we are touching, and every point of contact feels electric."You're thinking too loudly again," he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm and s

Cannonball

I flip over just in time to see him take a running start, and my brain has approximately half a second to process what's about to happen before he launches himself into the air with his arms wrapped around his knees. The cannonball’s impressive, I'll give him that. Perfect form, excellent height, and he lands dead centre on the mattress with enough force to make me bounce a solid six inches off the surface. I let out a very undignified squeak as I'm airborne for a moment before gravity reasserts itself and I land in a tangle of limbs and damp hair, glaring at him with what I hope is murderous intent but probably just looks like sexual frustration mixed with exasperation."Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I demand, shoving at his shoulder even though he's grinning at me like the cat who got the cream. "I'm having a crisis here and you're doing cannonballs?""A crisis?" He props himself up on one elbow, his blonde mullet somehow looking both ridiculous and unfairly attractive, an

Preparation

What happens next unfolds with a coordination that would be impressive if I had any brain cells left to appreciate the choreography of it all.Ezra moves first, settling himself on his back in the centre of the massive bed, his dark eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. His hands reach for me, guiding me over him until I'm positioned on my hands and knees above his body, my thighs bracketing his head, my pussy hovering just above his mouth. The vulnerability of the position makes my heart race.I'm completely exposed to him, open and dripping wet, and the hunger in his expression as he looks up at me makes my pussy throb with anticipation. His hands grip my hips, pulling me down toward his face, and when his tongue makes first contact with my clit I nearly collapse from the sensation. He doesn't ease into it, doesn't tease or build slowly, he devours me,, his tongue working my clit with firm, deliberate strokes that make my thighs tremble and my arms shake

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