All Chapters of Alpha Thomas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

H E R A“No, please!” I attempt to open the oven, but it's scorching hot. Flames are spewing out, and a thick cloud of gray smoke fills the air. The smoke gathers above me, resembling a stormy day. Tears stream down my face from the intense heat, and I rush towards the door, desperately opening it to let the smoke escape.In the distance, I hear the wailing sirens, signaling the arrival of help.While the smoke dissipates, I quickly grab the fire extinguisher. Thank goodness the kids are at daycare and don't have to witness this chaos. I wonder if I could keep a clear mind if they were here.With the black nozzle in my hand, I press down, releasing the foam that instantly extinguishes the fire.The smoke makes it nearly impossible to breathe."Hera? Hera!" Dale coughs as he rushes through the smoke. "Are you alright?" He cups my face, but his intimate touch causes me to lean back. I cough to hide my reaction, and he wraps his arm around me, guiding me outside.Just as the firetruck ar

T H O M A SHer walls are so thin it's like they're not even there. I can hear every little sound. Every breath. Every moan. Every whimper. I despised this ability because it’s annoying to hear others even if you don’t mean to, but right now, for once, I am grateful for my enhanced hearing.And then, she says my name, and I can't help myself. I rush to the bathroom door, press my ear against it, unzip my pants, and stroke myself to the symphony of her pleasure echoing in the room.I glance down, watching myself move in my hand. The heat spreads through me, fueled by thoughts of Hera. A drop of pre-come forms at the tip, and I use it as lubrication, imagining it's her wetness enveloping me completely."Hera," I murmur, my forehead against the door as her voice rises, a melody I never want to end. I absorb every sound.My fist tightens against the door, and as desire peaks, my breath quickens. I grip myself tighter, picturing her tightness, and when her climax hits, I lose myself in ecs

T H O M A SI'm not a fan of her not taking care of herself. She deserves the best, just like her kids do. When I sit down, I casually drape my arm over the back of the couch, and she snuggles up against my side, placing the charcuterie board on my lap.There are going to be some changes in her life. First, I'll ensure she has everything she needs to take care of herself. If we were together, she wouldn't miss a single meal. I'd cook for her, bring her breakfast in bed, and take her to an incredible restaurant for lunch while the kids were at daycare.Hera has this fantastic ability to make me want to plan out my entire life, but only if she's a part of it and if she will become my Luna, my Queen."Do you mind telling me how you came to own the building?" she asks.I pop an olive into my mouth, hoping this revelation won't scare her away. I won't mention that she's made a promise to me and me alone in our agreement. She's an independent woman with a strong backbone, and I know she won

H E R A "The location of your father’s fortune.""Dale—""No, listen. You can tell him the truth about the twins, but it will link you in more intimate ways. He’ll think he has rights to more information.""Like…" I’m not catching on."Like your father’s fortune. He might use your kids against you to find out where all that money is. I’m just saying you can’t be too careful."I never thought about that, but as I sit here and process what Dale just said, my instincts tell me I have nothing to worry about.Thomas has been nothing but a gentleman to me this entire time. He’s treated the kids amazing, and while he is intense most of the time, I have never once had an ill feeling in my stomach.It's not like I get around Dale often, and I blame being alone for five years with no friends. I distrust every person I meet, but Dale hasn’t done anything either. He’s been supportive, too. He’s helped me with the bakery and even helped me bake a last-minute batch of cookies. He’s been so nice.B

H E R AThe mere idea of never baking again makes me feel down. Baking, along with my children, is what brings me joy. It helped me get through tough times when I was a new mom with two crying newborns.They would sleep, but I couldn't, so I turned to baking to calm my mind and emotions. It was something just for me, not involving my kids.I know it sounds awful, but there was a moment when I resented them. I was depressed, crying every night. I didn't want to get out of bed when they cried. If they cried, I cried. I felt lost as a mom, wanting to give up.I hated that I felt like they took something from me. Even in that hate, I still loved them. It was a conflicting feeling, but baking gave me something for myself. It helped me heal, and eventually, my babies healed me too.My mental state improved, and I realized I only needed myself and my twins. My phone interrupts my thoughts, reminding me to pick up Addison and Aiden from daycare.Have I been cleaning for that long? Where did t