All Chapters of Anything For The Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Last night was ridiculous. Lying naked in my huge wooden four poster, drowning in crisp white sheets I cannot work that girl out. The fury in her eyes towards me was genuine. Kate hates me yet within a second, those very same eyes are filled with lust, her wolf beckoning mine forward. I’ve never felt Alba get dizzy before, it was unnerving to feel him lose control as Kate worked her magic. When I finally had her where I wanted her, she should have melted, screaming my name. The way she repeatedly clenched around my fingers, she was fighting against me even as she kissed me like a tigress. Even then she refused to yield. “Never,” she had said, she is never going to cry my name. I’ve never made someone angry with me explode like that before. I wasn’t even intending to go there. I wanted her to confess that she was messing with me. That the rumours are true. Instead I end up breathless as she stared into my eyes, her fingers gripping my hair as she climaxed. You’re not that special,

I sacrificed a full day of lessons to get that place organised, but it was worth it. Every part of me ached as I scrubbed the full room. Big enough to house six, its rusted bunk beds, whilst not shining, were at least clean and germ-free. There were no broken windows at least, just the busted door lock. Even so I slept like a log. A run seemed the best way to start off this new phase. At least I could artificially boost my mood by getting out into the wilderness before the sun made it unbearably hot. In just my black sports bra and black fitted shorts I tied the door shut with some string and set off. Like a misty morning’s fog burning off to reveal the blue sky above, my mind cleared. Every kilometre I felt braver, more like myself. This whole thing was a temporary setback. I can run to the nearest town from here, I’ll be able to get a job. Maybe Rhett will be able to lend me a bicycle. I turned from the path into one of the surrounding orchards. Following the strict straightly pl

“Dex,” she said, shivering under my caresses. At hearing her whisper my name my soul soared. Alba was pushing, urging me to wrap her up tighter to me, to keep her safe from every dickhead out there. As she kissed me back, her lips softly sought out my neck and collarbone, her little slim fingers toying with my hair in a way I didn’t even know I adored. “Let me help Kate, I’m not going to hurt you.” “Just…make me forget all the other stuff,” she whispered into my neck, as my hands continued to feel all the bare skin her running gear displayed. Earlier, when Alba sensed she was running by me I felt like a bolt of lightning had struck. I was frozen, watching her move through the tree line, honey hair bouncing in a ponytail, that beautiful figure of hers athletic yet moving like a dancer. I’m an Alpha, I run for nobody and yet I found myself chasing down a girl who until two minutes ago insisted she hated me. /Won’t she need to get clean for classes/ Alba suggested, giving me pos

I don’t give a shit about what Kate thinks she has going on with Alpha Dex. She has no idea what passed between us at that bonfire. How close I came to making those night-time fantasies a reality. When I finally felt the heat of his gaze, his eyes and smile only for me my core practically exploded in longing. I was ready to go, there and then, fluttering my eyelashes, his gaze floating down my curves. He fucking loved it. He did. Had his stupid Beta with the hair like a shaggy dog not whisked him away who knows where the night would have taken us. Kate is being ridiculous to suggest she has been seeing him. Maybe she's saying it just to hurt my feelings. /But why would she lie? Kate doesn’t lie/ Bree whined annoyingly. I enjoy my chats with Berlarot a lot more these days. I sometimes shift, head the far borders of the pack and just vent to him. His oozing black form is bigger than a large dog now, leaving a slick trail of oil behind. Curiously he still has no face, in the bla

I’ve fallen out with Roxie in the past but never for this long. A full week of silent treatment, neither of us ready to say a single word. In the orphanage it was impossible, we slept in the same room, had limited places to go. In the Compound I could quite easily avoid her completely apart from the classes we shared. I was relentless in my note taking and revising. I lived in the library, its white plastered walls and long lines of shelves as familiar to me as the damp, depressing walls of my new home. I knew where I could quietly be left alone, free from the whispers and pointing of others. I’d revised so hard. I am even fairly competent at some Dark Arts now. The next exam focused on witchcraft. The differences between them and shifters. How a shifter using the natural, Moon Goddess approved spirits that surrounds us was different to the manipulation used by witches. Although called Dark Arts, it is more a form of meditation, connecting to the Moon Goddess on a higher level for