บททั้งหมดของ SPREAD FOR THE ALPHA DADDIES: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

CELINE "Damn! Your stepsister's got a fat ass!" Doland spanked me hard, tossing me a shameless wink. I scoffed, disgust curling through me like. This wasn't the first time he had put his hands on me. I spun around, ready to say something he wouldn't forget in a hurry. I stormed towards him, my face twisted into a deep frown. "Doland, I—" "Chill, Celine. Everyone in this house knows Doland likes you." Muize, my step-brother, cut in sharply. Of course. What did I expect from birds of a feather? They were best friends, after all. My chest heaved as I turned to face my step-brother instead, fighting the urge to smash their heads together. "I dare him to touch me one more time," I said through my teeth. "He will definitely lose an ear." I turned and walked back toward my room. "Not like you even have a wolf or a mate. Unattractive yet full of pride." He yelled after me. His words hit like a blade between my shoulders. I froze on the stairs, fingers curling around the ra

CELINE I stood at the top of the stairs and stared at the empty corridor where the cold-eyed man had just been. The warmth I remembered from this morning was completely gone. Stripped away as if it had never existed. Those familiar features, same dark hair, same jaw, same mouth — had looked at me like I was an inconvenience he hadn't budgeted for. “Are you blind, or something?” Maybe he was having a terrible morning. Maybe Alphas were simply moody, temperamental creatures who apologised to injured strangers one hour and dismissed them the next. I gripped the railing and started carefully down the stairs. I just wanted to thank him, and leave. I had a father to locate and a life to rebuild. I had not fled one disaster to get tangled up in another. I reached the bottom, and stopped walking entirely. There I saw Alpha Zithan was sitting on one of the large couches, phone in hand, typing with calm focused attention. I stared at him., then I looked back up the stairs, then back at

CELINE I rushed downstairs with my bag clutched against my side, eyes glued to my phone as I tried to power it back on. My mind was still clouded, thick with everything that had happened in that room. Everything Alpha Zithan had done to me with his hands and his mouth and that devastating patience of his. The memory kept surfacing in warm vivid flashes that I was doing a terrible job of suppressing. A knowing smile pulled at my lips before I could stop it. I finally knew what it felt like. To be wanted, to be desired. To be handled like something precious and then taken apart so thoroughly that the only coherent sound you could produce was his name. Muize had always made it look like sex was something rough and careless and over quickly. Alpha Zithan had dismantled that belief completely in one single night. Goddess. I was wet again just thinking about it. I shook my head and focused on the stairs. My Father first, then everything else after. I was almost at the bottom when I