Todos los capítulos de DAMN YOU, ALPHA : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

BRIANI woke up reaching for him before I even opened my eyes.My body went rigid the second I found cold sheets instead, already knowing what that meant before my brain caught up. No warmth. No weight beside me. Just the ghost-shape of where he'd been, already going cold."Ace?"Nothing.I sat up too fast, my head spinning, as my stomach dropped straight through the floor. I checked the bathroom. Empty. Really empty.Some stupid part of me was hoping he stayed with me till I woke up so we could try new poses and go another round in the morning.I thought he enjoyed last night as much as I did. I thought he loved sex with me.He didn't. Ace wasn't lying in bed with me. Like yesterday hadn't meant anything to him.There was nothing. Nothing but his cologne still hanging in the air, taunting me.I found him in the living room. Dressed. Duffel bag already over his shoulder. Hand on the door like he'd been standing there working up the nerve for a while, weighing his own cowardice agai

BRIANAce pulled out of the driveway without a word, with dusk still hanging gold over the neighborhood behind us, and his jaw set like granite.I could feel the fury radiating off him like heat off a stove. Two minutes in, he spoke first."How the hell do you plan to check into a hotel with nothing?" His voice was flat, his temple ticking hard.Like a man used to demanding answers and getting them. A man used to people falling in line the second he asked a question that way."You're taking me to a hotel the Kingsford family has a VIP arrangement with." I kept my voice light. "They know my face. They'll bill it to my father without me lifting a finger.""Of course they will." He didn't look at me. He didn't even need to. His voice alone pinned me to the seat better than any hand could have. "Rich boys always have a workaround.""Perks of the job." I smirked. "You should try it sometime.""I don't need your father's money." It was that flat and final voice again. "I need you to sh

BRIANThe gala reeked of old money and older lies.Chandeliers dripping crystal. Waiters gliding through with champagne nobody actually wanted. My father's face plastered on a banner behind the stage. *HONORING FAMILY, VALUES, TOMORROW* stretched in gold letters above his smug head, as if grief and ambition made a decent enough campaign slogan.I hated every second of it."Smile more," Elias muttered, passing behind me with a donor on his arm, not even breaking stride. "You're supposed to look reformed. That's the whole point of tonight.""I am reformed." I grabbed a flute off a passing tray. "Reformed enough to still hate every person in this room, including you. That's all you ever get from me."He didn't laugh. He never did. He just kept walking, already shaking another hand. Already somebody else's problem for the next thirty seconds.I gulped the entire drink when a donor's wife stopped me before I could grab another.“Brian, darling. Your father says you're finally settling

BRIAN"I've made a decision." Elias set down his fork. He was as usual, infuriatingly precise and deliberate. "You're dating Weston Cole. Starting this week."I stood up so fast my chair hit the floor and skidded into the sideboard behind me."The hell I am.""Sit down, Brian.""No." I planted both hands on the table, leaned into his face, close enough to smell his expensive cologne. "You don't get to auction me off like a prize heifer at some county fair.""Weston Cole. Senator Cole's son. Alpha heir, impeccable reputation. Just back from France where he studied." Elias didn't even flinch, cutting his steak like I hadn't spoken at all. "Exactly the kind of match that photographs well three months before an election.""I don't care if he photographs like a Greek god. I'm not doing it.""It's already done." There again. He said it so flatly and like it was already the end of the topic. "Announced to his family this morning, before you were even awake to object."I grabbed my water

BRIAN"A shooting range." I stared at my father across his desk. "You're sending me to a shooting range. With him.""It's a photo opportunity." Elias didn't look up from his tablet. "Two young men, wholesome bonding. Weston's people already confirmed.""I'm not his prop." I'd already agreed to this. Well, I'd been threatened into agreeing to all of this, but what I refused to accept was being treated like some commodity by a man who cared more about his election and campaigns than he'd ever cared about anything, or anyone, else.Elias glanced up, crease between his brows, the one that meant he was already bored."Prop or not, you're going to that shooting range. Try not to give the public reasons to doubt this whole arrangement. And try not to shoot anyone. I want all of these to poll well at the end of everything."I left before I said something that would cost me the credit card. Before I let my anger do the rest of the talking.---Ace drove me there in his usual silence, his hand