Anything For The Alpha

Our meagre belongings packed into battered leather suitcases, we said goodbye to our so-called home. For the last time we stood together in the run-down town square. The desolate orphanage that had housed us for the past eighteen years was soon to be a distant memory. Grey, remorseless granite, swirling with red dust everywhere. Orphanage 8 had always looked like a gateway to somewhere evil even when they tried to smarten it up. “You going to miss the place?” Roxie asked, her red-lipped face set in a sour grimace, kicking at a pebble with her kitten heel. “No, because I’m taking the best bit with me,” slipping my arm into hers with a smile. Both our parents had died fighting for the Fyrestone Pack, leaving us stranded in this backward town. A childhood constantly coughing on red dust and swatting away flies. The ancient bus finally spluttered through the compound gates. Enclosed within a white-walled paradise the scent of lemons and citrus fruits was overwhelming. Green olive trees

Today has been a good day. Dozens of perky, tanned, long-limbed and eager new students arriving. They’re always so eager and ready to start their Assessment. They’re always so keen to get to know me too. Like her this evening, the one tucked under the archway, she played a good game. Soaked to the skin I could see her pink bra clearly through her top. A very nice introduction, certainly memorable. Making her blush gave me a little thrill of victory, but then she went and stole my leather jacket. She even rolled her eyes at me but when I got close enough I heard her breath catch. So I'll give round one to the wet girl, the phrase making me grin all over again. I head back upstairs to my top floor penthouse chuckling at how she tricked me. Perhaps I'll see her again, perhaps someone else will. Since turning eighteen five years ago, I have done as I please, the privilege of being the Alpha Prince. The Compound, where our best and brightest reside and learn, remains my playground. Per

I don’t know how she does it. Every time! Even in a rainstorm I am the one who falls over, nearly breaking an ankle, whilst Kate gets the hottest man on earth drooling over her. She’s playing it down, but Cherry and I could see enough from the window. Huddled together on the window seat we squinted through the curtain of rain as he approached. When he got closer, clearly whispering into her ear I was deafened by Cherry squealing “Oh my god I think he’s going to kiss her!” I didn’t squeal. I watched silently, knowing exactly what I would have done. Kate merely played it cute, taking his jacket. I’d have suggested heading inside to take my wet clothes off. The way she insisted she had no interest in him was infuriating. Of course she does! I know I’m attractive, my eyes are a stunning blue-grey paired with luscious long black hair. We’re a similar shape, both having curves in the right places and wide friendly smiles so why not me? When I finally got a proper look at him in the b

I’m shaking that girl off. I swear it. I don’t know what the stand-off was in the corridor, but I was completely stuck. Just for a couple of seconds. Nothing serious obviously. She just looked good, I guess. If you like that innocent vibe anyway. Soft honey coloured hair up high with wisps trailing down, so…delicate yet tempting. Anyway, it’s more likely I stared because she was sat cross legged in those tiny denim shorts and I wanted to slide down that corridor and stick my face in there. What would she have done if I had tried that move? /Kicked you in the cock I hope/ Alba snapped grumpily. Normally the women I go for are more brash. The super confident, know-what they want type of girl. Ones who like it rough, dirty with no consequence after. They know sex can just be sex. It’s meant to be fun, it’s not there to tie you to someone for the rest of your life. You can tell just by looking at jacket-thief that she’s going to want to snuggle up close after, whisper sweet nothings.

“Rhett,” Dex said steadily, his eyes fixed on his shaggy-blonde Beta. It was only under his unimpressed gaze that I realised the pair of us probably looked rather too cosy. Hidden away, leaning together on the little bit of space between the speaker boxes chatting and laughing./Not that it was any of his business/ Raya huffily pointed out.“Alpha Dex, enjoying the band?” Rhett said happily, ignoring his Alpha’s tense demeanour as he hauled himself back up to standing, remaining close to me. “Have you met Kate?” offering me a hand to stand upright. As I took his sandpaper hand the sensation felt insignificant when compared to the heat of Dex’s gaze burning through me.Why am I so flustered? Alpha Dex, who has done little more than whisper at me, who didn't even know my name before now. Why is he looking at me like I’ve done something wrong?“We’ve met already,” he replied, his dark eyes not leaving my face as he answered. There was a steeliness to him, not a relaxed party mood. He was