All Chapters of Alpha Shane: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The new girl’s long black hair was tied back in a high pony tail and she wore our uniform of black pants and a white t-shirt. Her posture was straight, but her shoulders were tense as she walked. She stared at her phone in her hand and her perfectly manicured fingers flew over the screen angrily. When she looked up, gray eyes locked on mine. All signs of hostility I spotted a few seconds ago was nowhere in sight.I’ve never seen this girl before in my life, but there was something familiar about her. I felt drawn to her and that made me irritable. Two years ago, I started working here with Gabe. I have not once in my life been late. Gabe had always been popular with people. This job fit him like a glove, or a second skin. His kindness, joking manor, and bubbly personality made him the perfect barista. It was hard not to like him. I don’t have any of the qualities that Gabe has and I’m definitely not fun.It wasn’t easy, but I have since perfected the smile and the customer service voi

“Hi,” Mave said. Gabe flashed her his best customer service smile.“He’s on the swing shift with Beka,” I said.Gabe walked to the register Mave just finished preparing and signed in. When it popped open, he pulled the paper out, and started counting the till.“Is she here yet, or is she on her knees sucking dick somewhere?” Gabe asked.“Gabe,” I warned. When he put a dash down next to the ones, he lifted his head and look over his shoulder at me. He flashed me a smile and feigned innocence.“Sorry, has she been dropped off?” He asked, his gaze going to the bathroom.“No, she hasn’t,” I said stubbornly. Gabe groaned and turned back to his till. I sighed as he started on the fives.“Who’s Beka?” Mave asked. I glared at Gabe’s back and he blew me a kiss even though he couldn’t see me. The last thing I liked to do was gossip and he knew it. I wasn’t going to start today.“You’ll meet her sometime this week. She’s a good worker,” I said. Gabe snorted and I fought the urge to flip him off.

The last thing I liked to do when I left my morning shift was stop anywhere other than home. The probability that I would run into someone I knew from work was high. As much as I wanted to go in and get stuff for dinner and some snacks, I didn’t want to chance it today. I felt edgy today with the change in my schedule. Plus, when I ran into customers, there was no time limit or excuse about having to ring up the next customer and they would take that as a sign that we could talk for hours. I wouldn’t chance it today. I stepped on the gas pedal and the car sped forward as the apartment buildings came into view. Twenty minutes later, I was parked in our parking spot, in the elevator, and speed walking toward the door to our apartment. I pressed the key fob to the door and it beeped.Home, sweet home.The door unlocked and I pushed the handle down. I pulled the door open and stepped in. It clicked as it locked behind me and hooked my key chain on the wall mount. I yawned and stretched as

Gabe gushed about my new outfit and demanded another picture of my stilettos. After I sent him one, I grabbed my go-to black Trench Coat that buttoned at my rib and fell to the floor, even with my heels. The last thing I wanted was to be seen walking around the apartments in my night clothes. At our last apartments, I was confused as “a lady of the night”. I’ve had enough experiences with creeps to know they’re everywhere. Unlike at Ocean Side, there’s no security or bouncers here. Unlike some werewolves, Gabe and I try to be discreet about what we are. So unless they try to hurt us, I’m not fighting anyone.My heels click as I walked out of the elevator. Instantly, I searched the surrounds as I made my way toward the car. I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching. The headlights flashed as I unlocked the door and my heart was pounding in my ears. The first thing I did when I hopped into the car was lock it. Not much a locked door could do against a werewolf attacker, but

None of the girls knew what Chance did, only Char had access to that information and she was tight lipped. All we knew was that he made Ocean Side a lot of money and I was expected to give him the royal treatment. What Chance wanted, Chance was supposed to get. After he first reserved a session with me, Char had asked me if I was interested in going to the sex club downstairs with my VIP clients and I refused. I had a feeling he asked her to see if I would change my mind. Gabe had been so pissed when I told him. He told me if Chance so much as stepped out of line, he would gladly stalk him home and “take care of him.” After I calmed him down, I told him I would handle it.When Chance came in the next day, I made it clear that sex was off the table and Char hasn’t bothered me since. Char leaned back against the counter, her eyes scanning the floor.“You’re still not going?” Char asked. The hint was clear and I really didn’t care for it. She’s my manager, not my client’s.“No,” I said.“