All Chapters of He's Not the Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Gerzi lays out in the shade sleeping while Grayson makes mulch of his roots. He's made himself busy, the golden sun glowing on his caramel skin that gleams from sweat. While lines scar his back and upper shoulders, most overlapping each other. Old battle scars from wars or fights. I don't think he's the type to enter a scuffle over a woman. He had tossed Daina aside with ease after claiming me as his own. And that was only after one encounter. I sit on my seat a little preoccupied with myself. My mind still goes back to the madness that occured in that room and I don't mean that I've allowed Grayson to finger me. I couldn't still can't understand how Gerzi could remotely be apart of Grayson and him- both of them being one. All this time, that time when I had seen Gerzi for the first, he already knew who I was. I bet he was the one that told Grayson that I had escaped. My eyes narrowed on my little nightmare, wishing I could maybe strangle him in his sleep but then thinki

FINGERS CROSSED "Do you know archery?""Yes""I want to learn that too" But then I take a step back gazing at him a little puzzled. "Why do you even have a dagger? It doesn't make sense when you're a werewolf""We fight with humans predominantly, it only makes sense" He answers matter of factly."But you can change forms" I argue."Under a special occasion. A full moon is needed and that only happens once a month and lasts roughly three days"His point is?"You can kill a vast number of people during that time""Yes, but otherwise I look as human as you are. We need alternatives"It still doesn't make sense to me. Wolf forms or not they are still a terror to us. They're still stronger, faster and more annoying."Your nails are longer than mine" They were only a few inches of being considered claws instead of nails."Inherently it's what differentiates our species. Learning a skill that's doesn't require a co

GRAYSON GOT ADDICTED Leila is lying beneath me, skin flushed to a deeper hue of brown, eyes diverted away from me. She's such a beautiful creature, stubborn but with a sturdy head on her shoulders. Her small body is soft beneath my hands, plumpy flesh where I'm hard, curves where I'm straight. There's a fondness for her that's growing within me, a possessiveness that may prove fatal one day. But for now, that didn't matter. I wanted her eyes for myself, so I took it, turning her head to meet mine using my thumb. "What?" Leila asks. Despite being beneath me and deeply flustered, she's still bold enough to illict a small amount of irritation from me, I doubted there was a submissive bone in her body, it's still a puzzle how she took that long to run away from camp. "I was just admiring how tasteful you are" Her eyes dilate even larger, a small 'O' forming on her mouth. "Why would you ever think that?" She asks softly. "Because it's true. You're a little rough around the edges, bu

GRAYSONBLOODY HANDS"That would be Leila. Obviously"I'm doing this because if I don't we won't be able to move on. He won't ever leave her be, I can't erase what he's done to her mentally, but I'm able to remove the blot that he is against the world. It's a little self-righteous for me to say, and maybe even selfish since I didn't ask what she wants. But this way, she won't have to look over her shoulders anymore."Obviously" he repeats robing himself but ensuring to stay quite a distance away from me. "So, if you're here I'm guessing for revenge? How much is she willing to pay? Grant it she had shit but she's a woman. Whatever it is I'm willing to double it"I glance out unto the town below that was just bustling to life, merchants placing out their produce for show. He thinks very little of Leila, I don't think he sees her as much besides the fact of her anatomy and the ego that keeps telling him he owns her."I'm not being paid" I answer. "I'm doing this of my own volition""Sure

STRANGER THINGS It's still dark when I glance out the window, a furnace warming my back and when I turn, I find Grayson still sleeping or pretending to when his eyes slide open finding mine. His hands reach over pulling me closer to him because somehow we're able to be closer than just flesh meeting flesh. My feet draped over his thighs, chest crashing against his flat one, his fingers threading through my hair. "You're awake. " "So are you, " He responds."You're also still here. " "Yes, " I play with the lightly spread hairs that decorate his chest, my head against his pecs listening as night slowly fades with the sounds of crickets. My chest constricts tightly with all the questions I have swirling inside my head, but decide to leave them until the morn. I woke to tangled limbs and drool, which I quickly confiscated. I can't believe I've found myself this comfortable within the embrace of a man. Well, grant it, all that bed ruffling couldn't exactly be considered child's play.