Novel & Cerita Alpha Drake

Drake's growling subsides. Replaced by a dull ache. What have I done? #################

The officer barely made the turn. “Hang on Willow! I have to get this fucker off our ass.” I did as he said. I love that he was such a bad boy. They seem to be the only type of guy that can light my fire, and Drake is as bad as they come. Drake pulled the throttle to its limit. The bike screamed as he hit his final gear. We were traveling at least 190mph or faster. The adrenaline rush I got from this kind of thing was thrilling. Drake easily put distance between us and the officer. I couldn’t even see his car now. “We have to park this bike before the chopper spotlights us.” Drake said. He parked the bike on the porch of a nearby abandoned house. He put the kickstand down on the bike and hel

he pointed at a little girl of the same height with him holding a football. She pleaded with the driver to keep an eye on him and the young man agreed. Drake rushed to the young girl and took the football from her. “My name is Drake Grande, I love football…and you?” he asked, smiling widely, but the little girl said nothing more than wanting to take back the ball.

I was so happy yet I couldn't move from the spot I was standing on. Drake has grown into a handsome man.

“Good morning, Miss Evans, so what do you have for us?” It was at that moment that I realized that it was the man that I bumped into earlier. Drake. “Hello, Miss?” “Uhm, yeah sorry, I’m going to sing one of Adele’s popular songs if you do not mind.” I quickly responded, staring at Drake’s face to make sure it’s him. “Okay then, go on, let’s have it.” He said to me with a smile. The same smile he gave me while cheering me up. I felt at peace again, that smile literally works like magic. I could never explain this thing I have on him. I mean he’s obviously one of the heads in this record label, if not the head.

Chapter Fourty five Drake's POV "what are you doing here?" "Why are your phones off?? The world could be burning down whereas you two are here having the time of your life..." He breathed out.I held him at shoulder length and shook him vigorously, "What has happened with this burning world of yours?" "You are trending Drake . You are all over the news . It's really bad." He snapped. "How bad?What bad? Which bad?"

About finally making things right—if that was even possible. With a deep, shuddering breath, Drake pressed the button. The camera began to record, the little red light blinking steadily, marking the beginning of a confession he had avoided for far too long. He leaned back in his chair, his body tense as he fought to compose himself. His face was carefully blank, but the raw emotion in his eyes betrayed the calm exterior he was trying to project. “Hi,” he began, his voice tight but unwavering, the tension in his throat audible. “This is Drake Maverick. And I’ve got something to say. No more lies. No more rumors. It’s time for the truth.”

As long I do not mess with him , I am fine, with these thoughts my eyelids became heavy and dropped . Drake (P.OV) For half an hour Dylan the guy who trains my alpha team is convincing me to attend a stupid founder's day celebration at a high school. Seriously dude! Telling me that it will be beneficial for me to boost my public image .  ( Drake's outfit for the event)

"That's the spirit, help me with my luggage in the trunk", Drake said and got inside his Jeep. He brought out his phone and dialed Alpha Jay line which rang for a while. "Boss, I am on my way out of the country". "So soon, when will you be returning?" Alpha Jay asked. "Maybe in a month time, I can't say". "It's okay, be safe, I have an unfinished business with this son of a bitch". "Who?" Drake asked feeling concerned. "Nicholas Silverado, we are currently playing Lawn tennis", he hung up. Drake sigh and bade Dean goodbye before driving off. As he drove, he felt peace within him, tears rolled down his eyes until he got to the airport. He did the necessary things and waited for hi

Alpha Daddies Knows Best (18+ | A Forbidden Reverse Harem) Bound in the center of their private room, wrists chained high and pulled apart above my head, legs hooked open and spread wide. My body hangs helpless as Dante stands in front of me. His strong hands grip my thighs with unyielding force, fingers digging deep into my soft flesh as he holds me open and pulls me back and forth onto his cock, controlling every inch of the penetration while he pounds into me. My full, heavy breasts are crushed against his hard, muscled chest, roughly dragging across my sensitive nipples with every forceful thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core, making them h