All Chapters of Swayed by the Charming Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Grayson:I wake up and stare into the abyss for a good 20 min, before finally getting up. I brush my teeth and hair, clean my face, put on my clothes, and grab my bag. Can't forget the most important part : putting on my contact lenses. I don't actually have bad eyesight. I wear brown eye contacts because I really dislike my eye color. Bright, almost neon green. I get stares wherever I go. I got made fun of a lot for it too. Other kids treated me like an alien. A lot of people say it's scary, and hate making eye contact with me. As I grew older, I started to hate it too.Anyways, back to the point. I hop into my car and drive to school, stopping to get coffee even though I'm already late. As I walk into my biology class, I notice that the only seat left is the one next to Alex Redwood. The school's biggest player. He's also a fellow werewolf, just like me. Yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm a werewolf. Anyways, I plop down on the seat, letting all my books fall onto the desk. The cl

Grayson:"Good morning!" I say. "More like good afternoon. It's 3:00 PM!" She exclaims. "Prince Gabriel's ball is today. You have to be ready by 6:00 PM," She reminds me."Actually... I met him at the soccer match yesterday..." I say."Really? Is he your mate?" She asks excitingly."Ex-mate. He rejected me! Isn't that great?!" I exclaim joyfully. Her eyes went wide."Rejected you? What?" She asks in disbelief. I nod proudly."So that means I don't have to go to the ball, right?" I ask. She shakes her head."Nope, you are going young lady. You can find your second chance mate!" She says. I groan. "Nope, I'm not going," I declare. She glares at me."Grayson Ember Vasquez Lopez!" She screams. If you're wondering about my last name, then lemme explain: My mom was white, and my dad was half-Hispanic and half-white. So I guess I'm a quarter Hispanic."You are going to the ball whether you like it or not!" She yells. I roll my eyes, grabbing some bacon strips and going upstairs to my room.

Grayson: So now, we're sitting in Prince Gabriel's room."Hey, wanna play 20 questions?" He asks me."Ok fine, I start. What's your wifi password?" I ask, pulling out my phone. He sighs and takes his phone out. After scrolling through some stuff, he says:"C43 98S MW1," He replies."Ok my turn. Can you tell me your name?" He asks."Yes I can. My turn, how old are you, like, 30?" I ask, smirking. He glares at me."I'm 18... And you didn't answer my question," He states. "Yes I did, you didn't ask me what's my name, you asked me if I can tell you my name," I say. He rolled his eyes."What's your name?' He asks."My name is a noun. Just like every other name," I say, smirking. He groans in annoyance."Do you have any siblings?" I ask."Yeah, Lilly and Micheal. Lilly's 5 years old and Micheal is 12," He says. I nod understandingly."How do you spell your name?" He asks. Wow he's really desperate to know my name..."With letters. Duh.”"Fuck it," He says. I smile in victory."What's your

Grayson:"Please? I'm not even going to sleep in the same bed as you, I promise," Prince Shithead asks for the millionth time. I groan, throwing my head back."Fine." He lets out a sigh of relief, smiling. I walk to the bathroom and close the door. I just got convinced to sleep in the same room as him. That means... I can't escape tonight... I'll try again tomorrow; I'm dead tired from all that running. By sleeping here, I have to take a big risk. I take off my contact lenses, throwing them in the toilet and flushing them. I stare at the mirror: nope. This is all kinds of nope. I hate my eyes. I walk out the bathroom and immediately go onto the bed, so that Prince Shithead can't see them. I know I hate him, but no one deserves to see these hideous orbs. "Can I sleep on the bed?" He asks softly. "Sure thing, just lemme go back home to sleep in my own bed," I reply. He sighs, and walks over to a couch in the corner, turning off the lights. I could feel his stare burning holes in my

Grayson:So now we're driving back to hell the castle. I'm repetitively hitting my head back on the seat."Don't do that," Prince Shithead growls. "You'll hurt yourself, love," He adds in a softer tone. I stop hitting my head on the seat for a second, and started hitting my head on the window instead. "Grayson," He says in a deep, threatening voice. I look at him, still hitting my head on the window. "I'll make you sit on my lap if I have to," He states. I roll my eyes."You'll make me sit on your lap if you want us to die in a car accident," I reply sharply. He sighs."Why do you have to be so complicated?" "Hey! I'm not complicated! I just like having freedom," I state. I'm still hitting my head against the window."You'll get your freedom when I know that you won't run away from me."After a while of driving, he abruptly stops the car and unbuckles my seat belt. Before I have time to react, he pulls me onto his lap, with my legs in between his, and starts driving again. I look up