My Single Daddy Alpha

My Single Daddy Alpha

last updateLast Updated : 2023-07-27
By:  Kristen  Completed
Language: English
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Shifters are off limits. But for this hot single father, I’ll break all the rules… Inside the classroom, I have plenty of rules. Outside the classroom, I only have one—don’t date shifters. That includes the single father of my new kindergarten student. But limiting myself to sideways glances at Bratt’s powerful muscles is proving impossible to do. I, of all people, should know better. Until recently, humans and shifters weren’t even allowed to be together. Not to mention I could lose my job for dating a student’s parent. And if anyone found out that I’ve already been bitten once and how badly that ended, I could be run out of town all over again. My heart is telling me that Bratt’s different. But if I give in to temptation, there are those who want to keep us apart. By any means necessary…

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Chapter 1

A year ago, if someone had told me I’d be working at a school filled with shifters, I would have said they were crazy.I checked my phone to see how long I had before I needed to get dressed and get on the road to POSHA—the Polar Shift Academy. It was only five-thirty, and with the academy’s very progressive start time of nine in the morning, I’d have plenty of time to kill.With so much pent-up, nervous energy in me, I decided to take a quick run through town. Running would help me get some of the nervous energy from starting my new job out of my system and would have the added benefit of loosening up all the tight muscles in my neck and shoulders before I had to spend the day running around and chasing children.Sliding off the velvety seat cushion, I left my seating chart and files on the kitchen counter and walked back to my room to change.It still threw me for a loop every time I walked into the bedroom of the quaint beach house. Looking out the huge windows and seeing the shore

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SONEVER
Would love to see the storyline finished. Good read up until it jumps to a completely different storyline. Please finish the first story.
2024-03-06 00:15:29
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Cheryl Lewis-Hamil
What happened to the original storyline? Past chapter 49 I can't rate because it is very confusing and not aligning with the other previous chapters. Can you fix or at least explain the switch?
2023-07-20 17:15:54
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Erica G
Chapter 50 has nothing to do with this story? Does chapter 51 continue with the original storyline?
2023-07-17 01:36:13
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Neecy
This is a good story. I love the contemporary feel of it and the emotional rollercoaster of the characters situation. I hope there’s a book 2 to the story because that was a massive cliffhanger we were left with.
2023-07-17 01:00:31
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Laura
I hope their is a book 2 or more of what's going to happen .. so far I love this book
2023-07-16 15:48:20
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Ellie
Very enjoyable story so far, like another commenter mentioned there are 3 repeated chapters but after ch9 it’s all sorted out. The story really sucks you in, I had a hard time putting my phone down
2023-07-16 01:03:17
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Erica G
I am enjoying the book. There are some repeat chapters early on which were a little frustrating.
2023-07-15 12:34:18
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Debbie La
would give 5 stars for the story but at least 2 of the chapters repeat, I'm not happy about paying again for a chapter I have already read
2023-10-11 03:02:25
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Chapter 1

A year ago, if someone had told me I’d be working at a school filled with shifters, I would have said they were crazy.I checked my phone to see how long I had before I needed to get dressed and get on the road to POSHA—the Polar Shift Academy. It was only five-thirty, and with the academy’s very progressive start time of nine in the morning, I’d have plenty of time to kill.With so much pent-up, nervous energy in me, I decided to take a quick run through town. Running would help me get some of the nervous energy from starting my new job out of my system and would have the added benefit of loosening up all the tight muscles in my neck and shoulders before I had to spend the day running around and chasing children.Sliding off the velvety seat cushion, I left my seating chart and files on the kitchen counter and walked back to my room to change.It still threw me for a loop every time I walked into the bedroom of the quaint beach house. Looking out the huge windows and seeing the shore
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Chapter 2

BrattWell, this was the best day of my life.It wasn’t every morning that a beautiful woman ran into you like a speeding train, but I wasn’t one to complain. At least not until I saw her blue eyes roll and flutter with the impact.My coffee splattered all over my black T-shirt, seeping through to my skin. Lucky for morning-jog Barbie that my temperature tended to run a bit higher thanks to the lycan blood coursing through my veins. A toasty 104.9 was the standard temperature for a grown wolf, which made it harder for us to burn from warm liquids.I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was disappointed that the sexy little blonde didn’t laugh at my joke straight away, but at the speed she was running, running into me probably felt a lot more like running into a solid oak tree rather than a person. When she wobbled a bit, I quickly grabbed her forearm to steady her.What followed thereafter was an adorable litany of the small woman fretting over me. There was something strangely endearing abou
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Chapter 3

BRATT.About an hour later, Travis was fully briefed, my son was fed and snugly buckled into his car seat in the back of the Jeep, and we were on our way to Polar Shift Academy. Smiling, I watched Noah wiggling to The Beatles in the rearview mirror as I drove.I couldn’t believe how fast time had flown. It felt like only yesterday that I was cradling him, worried I’d break him because he was so fragile and tiny. Now he was starting his first day of kindergarten, learning to have his own interests and dreams.He truly had become a little person before my eyes.I fought back the lump in my throat as we made our way through town and pulled up to the state-of-the-art academy. The place was a source of pride for me, seeing as I’d had a hand in some of the plans and hiring to build such a progressive and advanced school.My business, Fur Sure Solutions, specialized in shifter-friendly construction projects. We’d done everything from shifter parks and clubs to houses, apartment complexes, an
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Chapter 4

I couldn’t believe it.The hot lumberjack I’d plowed into earlier that morning was standing right there.And he’d just whistled loud enough to bring a speeding freeway to a screeching stop.Rounding up the kids, I made my way over to Paulette and discreetly asked if she could take them inside. I wanted to say hello to the handsome stranger and at least get a name.All throughout the morning, I’d struggled to get that crooked smile and the smell of him off my mind. I’d done just about a million other things that morning to get ready for my first day. I got that chamomile tea and took a Lyft home, where I took a scalding shower, got dressed, and prepared goodie bags for the kids before finally hopping in my car to drive to work.All that time, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I regretted not getting a name or at least buying him another coffee to make up for the one I ruined.If he was here, that meant he was a parent. That was confirmed when one of the kids broke off from the group
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Chapter 5

The morning went smoothly enough.Paulette handed out the goodie bags that were filled with some healthy, allergy-friendly snacks along with some toys that would help us with one of our first lessons: colors.I’d had the idea to pick up a bunch of small squishy toys, each of them in a color of the rainbow. The nice thing about squishy toys was that they were popular among the kids, couldn’t hurt anyone if they got thrown, and had the added benefit of being a great source of sensory input when kids got antsy or upset.We taught them a fun song about the colors in the rainbow, and I had the children lift the right colored toy as we sang through the colors. Then, we moved on to secondary colors by having the kids mix different colors together with wads of play dough.Finally, we started learning the alphabet, the foundation for learning basic sentence structure, nouns, prepositions, basic capitalization, and punctuation.The day already felt incredibly full by the time the bell rang for
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Chapter 6

BRATT. It was strange to walk up the stairs and into the office without Noah clinging to me like a little koala bear. Sylvia, my administrative assistant, was at her desk and gave me a knowing look when she saw me. “How’s our boy doing?” she asked. “There was a moment where he latched onto my leg—first-day nerves and all that. His teacher is really great with him, though. Got him to go in willingly. No tears at all.” “I’m glad Noah’s doing well, Bratt, but I was asking about you.” I blinked, momentarily confused, then laughed. I sat on the edge of her desk, bending one knee. “Is it that obvious?” “I’ve known you since before Noah was born, so I do like to think I have an eye for your moods.” Sylvia’s eyes crinkled. “Plus, I’ve raised a litter of my own. I remember the first day of school very well.” I nodded and exhaled heavily. “I feel like I’m missing a limb. It’s taking just about everything in me not to turn around and take him out of school.” “You’ll get used to it in no
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Chapter 7

BRATT. Taking Noah to my folks’ place was always a treat for everyone involved. I usually got to eat an amazing homecooked meal with my parents, Noah got to be spoiled by his grandparents, and Mom and Dad got a chance to spend time with their only grandson. My mother, while identifying primarily as a shifter, had a lot of Italian heritage in her bloodline. In fact, she was the first generation born in the States to my late grandparents after they immigrated. Because of that, food had always been equated with love in my household, and we ate a lot of amazing food. Now that my parents were retired, my mother spent most of her time improving old recipes. Buying her a pasta press for Christmas a couple of years prior was the best and worst decision I ever made. When we pulled up outside of the house, even Travis could smell the fresh garlic and butter from outside their beachfront bungalow. “Holy shit,” he said as we climbed out of the car. “Uncle Travis! Bad word!” “I know, I know,
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Chapter 8

We really had to stop bumping into each other. Every single time I ran into Bratt Lucas, it got harder and harder to say no to him—to myself. I wondered if he was aware of the way the world around me had gone quiet when I saw him looking at me from the bar. I wondered if he could hear the way my heart had pounded against my sternum when he slid off of his barstool and walked over to our table. “We have to stop running into each other like this,” he said, looking right. My heart throttled as alarm bells went off in my mind. This man was a shifter, the very thing I’d sworn myself off of after Wyatt. More than that, he was the father of one of my students. I’d only just got my life back. I couldn’t risk losing it again. But the power and confidence about him… The perfect body and flawlessly groomed facial hair… The smell of him. It felt as if I was wandering through a desert, starving and parched, and he was a spread of the most decadent foods and the promise of a cold drink of water.
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Chapter 9

BRATT. Embarrassment blazed through me as I sprinted through the reserve. I suddenly dreaded seeing Marley when I went to pick up my son. Maybe I could just send Travis in to get him? No, that was even more cowardly. I groaned internally and forced my legs to go faster and faster as if I could outrun my own humiliation. Why did I even care what a kindergarten teacher thought of me? Because it wasn’t just any kindergarten teacher, was it? There had been another teacher looking out the window, too, I realized. The shifter teacher. But my embarrassment didn’t extend to her. No, just to the perfect sandy blonde who smelled like honey and roses. Fuck. I didn’t have time for this, and the last thing I needed to do was complicate Noah’s school experience by becoming interested in his teacher. Yet, more and more, I found that my interest in Marley was more than just cursory. It was hardwired into me biologically. Something about her just turned my wolf into a puppy who wanted nothing
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Chapter 10

BRATT. Taking Noah to my folks’ place was always a treat for everyone involved. I usually got to eat an amazing homecooked meal with my parents, Noah got to be spoiled by his grandparents, and Mom and Dad got a chance to spend time with their only grandson. My mother, while identifying primarily as a shifter, had a lot of Italian heritage in her bloodline. In fact, she was the first generation born in the States to my late grandparents after they immigrated. Because of that, food had always been equated with love in my household, and we ate a lot of amazing food. Now that my parents were retired, my mother spent most of her time improving old recipes. Buying her a pasta press for Christmas a couple of years prior was the best and worst decision I ever made. When we pulled up outside of the house, even Travis could smell the fresh garlic and butter from outside their beachfront bungalow. “Holy shit,” he said as we climbed out of the car. “Uncle Travis! Bad word!” “I know, I know
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