Semua Bab Alpha Chase: Bab 1 - Bab 10

VIENNA“Who the fuck are you?”I scowl at his tone, folding my arms over my chest. “Vienna Vega, who the fuck are you?”“You know who I am,” he scoffs cockily. “You knocked on my fucking door.”Of course I know who he is, I’m not an idiot. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give this arrogant bastard the satisfaction of acknowledging that.Chase Walker, the new Alpha of the Norbury pack. I’ve seen him before from a distance, but never up close like this. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t nice to look at. He’s just as big as the other alphas, but not quite as bulky- though the sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to the elbows and from the taut muscles of his forearms, it looks like he’s well on his way. He’s got a jawline sharp enough to cut stone and eyes so dark I could drown in their depths, framed by dark lashes beneath his furrowed brow. His chocolate brown hair is messy atop his head, peeking out from under the hood of his sweatshirt, though somehow his lack of grooming only adds

VIENNA I ball my fists at my sides while fighting the urge to slap that cocky smirk right off of Chase’s stupidly handsome face. How can I be so frustratingly attracted to him, yet want to kill him at the same time? It’s confusing and I don’t have the emotional bandwith to try to make sense of it right now. He raises a brow, awaiting my response to his request for shots. “You know I can’t serve you here,” I sigh, leaning my forearms on the bar top and meeting his stare, leveling him with one of my own. “How about waters all around?” I cock a brow right back at him, watching his smug smile falter. “Aw, c’mon…” he presses, leaning in closer. Notes of fresh pine, clean soap, and clove tickle my nose. Damn he smells good. “Be a good little barmaid and fetch us some whiskey.” I clench my teeth, his condescension grating on my nerves. “You know the rules,” I grit out. “Well break them, then.” I chuckle wryly and shake my head. “Can’t do that.” Golden flecks ignite in Chase’s dark iri

VIENNA“Hey girl!” I call to my friend Nessa as she walks in the restaurant at the lodge, pulling her long dark hair into a ponytail as she walks.“Hey!” she calls back, flashing me a bright smile. Nessa has so many beautiful features- full lips, high cheekbones, almond shaped eyes- but her smile is by far her best. You know that cliché phrase about how someone’s smile can light up a room? Nessa’s the kind of girl that phrase was coined for. I had a shitty morning, but her smile improves my mood in an instant.“I didn’t know you were working today,” she comments as she rounds the bar, shrugging off her jacket and stuffing it in a cubby underneath.I glance over at her as I finish stacking a row of pint glasses. “I picked up an extra shift, remember?”Nessa cocks out a hip, resting her hand upon it and giving me a stern look. “Girl, that’s the third time this week. You’re gonna work yourself to death.”“Hardly,” I laugh. “My car needs new brakes.”“Your car needs new everything,” she t

CHASEI could kill Levi for not telling me he invited her here tonight. All I wanted to do was drink, smoke, and zone the fuck out. That’s exactly what I was doing, until I looked up and saw her.A little devil in a red dress, dripping in sin. I couldn’t help but stare, because fuck me, she’s got curves I want to sink my teeth into, that clinging fabric flaunting the cinch of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her tits are pushed up, perfectly perky and round, and a strip of her tan thighs is on display between the hem of her dress and the top of her come-fuck-me boots. A delicate outline of flowers climbs up one of them, tattooed in black ink, mirroring the design on her arm that’s now hidden underneath the sleeve of her leather jacket. Between her clothes and her slicked back ponytail, she looks like she just stepped out of a rocker chick fantasy.And she came her for fucking Levi. The bastard has been sliding me smug grins all night as he sits there with his arm thrown around Vienna

CHASEThere’s something about fire. The way it ignites from the smallest spark, bursting into creation. The way it destroys. The way it can be contained one minute and uncontrollable the next, raging and spreading as it scorches the earth. Sometimes that’s how I feel, on the verge of cascading over a barrier into something I can’t come back from. Raging and burning until there’s nothing left but ash. The boys and I dug this firepit years ago, seeking a place to hang out away from the ever-watchful eyes of our parents. We thought it was some clever fucking secret, but after coming home reeking of bonfire smoke, my dad figured out pretty quickly what we’d done. He didn’t take it away from us, though. Instead, he came out and helped us dig it deeper, drilling the rules of fire safety into our heads until he was satisfied we weren’t going to burn the damn forest down. From then on, it became our spot; our own little dominion right near the edge of our pack’s territory.At first, we were