All Chapters of Alpha Victor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DEAIt was my fault. I should have paid attention and seen exactly where I was walking. Then again, I would have been able to see better if I knew where my damn glasses were. I was in a rush and my mind was so preoccupied that I had left my apartment without them. It was for that very reason I always kept a spare set in my handbag. One could tell this wasn't my first time displacing my glasses. You'd think I would have learned my lesson considering I had worn them for the majority of my life. I thought getting contact lenses would help my cause but they only made things worse. They were a pain to put in and take out—but beauty was pain and I, apparently, liked to suffer. I rifled through my handbag—a handbag filled with junk I needed to clean out but never found the time considering my busy schedule—for my extra set of glasses. My head was down, that was my mistake. I should have, at the very least, glanced up once. That was the logical thing to do. But, it wouldn't have made a diff

DEAI wondered how many people found themselves awake at night, simply glaring up at the ceiling while they contemplated their life. My thoughts made it impossible to sleep, or maybe that was the cup of coffee I drank before bed. No, it was probably both as well as Jason's snoring.He sounded like a hippocampus giving birth. How was anybody meant to get sleep with that sound incessantly booming in their ears? I shuffled beneath the sheets until I was on my side, facing him. Jason Yates was good-looking, I suppose. He had the average male height and build going for him with soft features. His reddish-brown hair had streaks of silver through it and crow's feet lined his eyes. He was starting to wear his age even at the young age of thirty. There was a fresh coat of stubble on his jaw and cheeks—which weren't that well defined since he had a tiny double chin and his lips were two thin, pale lines on his face. It never mattered to me how he looked, though. It was always the way he thoug

DEA"You know, maybe if you tell me what's bothering you, it will stop bothering you," Erica mused as she stirred yet another sachet of sugar into her coffee—she was probably on the fifth packet, I lost count after the third. We were in my favorite coffee shop for lunch since it was a rare day when we both weren't completely swamped with work. I sipped on my pumpkin spice ice latte and sighed in relief. Truly, ice coffee was the essence of life, and of this, I was a hundred percent certain—I was a scientist with a doctorate, after all, I knew my shit. That made me sound like a conceited peacock flaunting my shit. I grimaced at the thought and placed my ice latte on the table, "Something happened last night and it's been bothering me ever since.""Okay, that much I've established. You walked into work with a sour face and it's gotten worse," Erica deadpanned with a tight-lipped smile when I cut her a glare, "you wear your emotions on your face, Dea. It's difficult not to notice when

DEAHe was silent. A brooding stranger basking in the darkness as if it were an old friend. The logical part of me wanted to run away screaming and another part of me that I never knew existed wanted to learn more about him. He looked deadly but his touch was a gentle caress. Not only was it a caress, but it also elicited an unusual sensation whenever his flesh made contact with mine. It was something I had never felt before with anyone else. I wanted to pretend as if I hadn't seen the way his eyes swirled from pretty blue to inky black and then flashed back in a blink of an eye, but I couldn't. My mind searched for a logical reason for the way his irises changed the way they had but I could derive none. I had to know what or who this man was. Curiosity chipped away at my resolve and I needed to sate it—I could only do so by asking questions and obtaining answers. So, against my better judgment, I squared my shoulders and raised my chin in the air as I reiterated my question, "What a

DEAI peeled my crusted eyelids open with some effort, finding myself tucked in bed. Confusion riddled my thoughts as I couldn't remember bringing myself into my bedroom or changing into the fleece pajamas I found myself in when I threw my blanket off my body. I did, however, remember the weird dream I had about the silent man I was meant to meet last night. By the looks of it, I had opted not to meet him. In the dream, he had taken me to a remote location in the middle of a dense forest where he had stripped down from his clothes and morphed into a beast straight out of someone's nightmares—my nightmares. It was weird enough that this man I barely knew infiltrated my dreams, but to see and hear his bones break within a blink of an eye and then remold into something massive and furry, a gigantic wolf that could use my head as a chew toy, was disconcerting. It fractured my understanding of logic. It shattered the stained glass of sense which was the axis of my world, sending a blindi