All Chapters of He's Not the Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SKEWED I glanced behind me because that rolly polly could never be pointing that itsy bitsy finger at me. I find nothing, but people moving about their business, too busy to notice the madness within the midst of them. "No, " I hear Grayson respond. "There must be something else. Name another price. " The troll shakes his head that's wrapped up in colorful cloth. "No, that's what I want. " "I'm not a that" I clear up. "And you're human too. " "Monsters" actually Grayson adds and I glance up at him. "What?" "Once a human enters the black market, they're not considered humans anymore. Especially once they come to him. " Grayson motions in the merchant's direction. "Once you join, they all take an oath-" "And are subject to things beyond your imagination. You think your worst nightmare is meeting a wolfie in the den of night lassy?" The merchant asks creepily. "There are much worst things. " His eyes glow a ethernal green, that scares the living shit out of me. Where the f**k d

ONCE BITTEN It's still howling outside and fact that I can't see beyond the edge of the window does nothing to calm my raging anxiety. Things are still tearing and being ripped apart, a branch hurled my way, hitting against the window and I hop back from fright. My heart beats a mile a minute, stuck inside on my own - And oh my god where the hell is Grayson and Gerzi?! "Grayson!" "Grayson!" I yell again atop my voice. My only answer is the hounding of the wind and thrash of trees around us. I'm sure my flower bed is flat, whether from the trample of hails or the constant whipping of the breeze. The last thing I was expecting was a freaking hail storm and this early at that. I mean its authum, but if the weather was this unpredictable, who's to say we won't have tornadoes next, and there's no hiding from that f**ker.So yes, the precursor of winter had finally made her appearance and I wasn't ready to embrace her in the least. I grab my coat, wrapping it around my shoulders as I r

I've been sick for a few days now. Okay maybe sick doesn't quite describe nausea, but ever since Grayson wrecked that deer's stomach before me, it's as if I'm constantly surrounded by raw dead animals. The worst thing about that is, I can't get around it, I have hunting practice, and guess who has the distinguished pleasure of cleaning up the animal?No not you. I wish it was you."Again"I move to block Grayson's incoming attack, but then I'm washed with a hazy wave and end up on my ass against the ground when he sweeps my feet."You're distracted," he says standing above me."You don't say" I respond sarcastically. "You still have many loopholes that could get you killed. You need to think on your feet, block but also think of a counter. And your stance isn't rooted that's why you've kept falling over" Grayson holds out his arm to help me up and I push his aid to the side, getting up on my own, grabbing the small dagger once more.

AGREE TO DISAGREE I can't contain the urges I feel or the feelings that stir inside of me. It's strange and intriguing, yet annoyingly irritating at the same time. I know I want something yet when I have it in arms I change my find. Food is ridiculously distateful and my God don't I smell the weirdest things. The weirdest part is that I also want and can't stand to be within Grayson's sight, mostly because lately, he treats me like a fragile child. But then I miss him as if we've been worlds apart. I cry when I want to laugh, scream and shout when I only want to be held. I'm a mess of myself and I think Grayson is also reaching his limits with me too.I don't like how he thrums my cords and I think he knows more than he's revealing. He keeps sneaking me these half secret looks, a hand against my forehead, subtly touching my stomach. Fussing that I need to eat and keep warm.It's making me agitated even though I know he's only trying to be

"Are you happy?"Silence sits between us, and I don't know what to say to him. Yes? Yes I'm happy. Despite our useless and senseless arguments, I'm still happy. I don't get why he's worried, maybe my behavior towards him and Gerzi? Well not much has changed with Gerzi, and I can tell that the little bastard has been more aggressive since I found out that I was carrying their child-Grayson's child."I try, but sometimes I think the gaps between us are larger than I'm able to bridge, especially when you're so nerve rackingly quiet, " Warm breath cascades across my chilled skin cooling before returning with heat. I rest my hand against his head, raking my fingers through his cropped hair. I don't know how to respond to him, don't know how to make his fears leave. Grayson thinks I don't trust him, thinks I don't see him as important or equal. And I do, it's just that I can't help my actions sometimes and maybe, maybe that's all just an excuse to finally give in and let someone take contro