All Chapters of Billionaire Alpha: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

A knock at the front door pulled me from the reverie. We'd fucked long and hard that night, our bodies melding into one. For the first time in a long time, I'd given myself over to someone.And guilt had followed me into the morning.I got up and walked to the door, thinking about how she forgave me for leaving without a word as if she were some whore in the night. She listened to my reasoning and helped me work through it.Had I given her the same courtesy? Fuck no. I had slammed the door in her face.My father stood on the other side of the door. Damon was on his left and Mitch was on his right. "Matt. We wanted to come over with Mitch. He has something to tell you."I didn't hesitate, but reared back and punched the bastard in the face. He hit the ground, and I was on top of him, beating him senseless.He didn't need to tell me a thing. Everything was falling into place.I could hear Damon and my father yelling for me to calm down, but I simply kept swinging. If Mitch wanted to tak

Erica"I feel the exact same way." I slid down the front of his body and let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as he moved back. "Mitch was bidding on that fucking painting of me the night of the art show. He wouldn't back down, and I could see how upset you were getting. I freaked out." I lifted my hands in the air. "I didn't know what to do, but as hard as you've worked all your life to figure out who you were, I wasn't going to let the bastard take the moment from you.""So you did what?" He put his hands on his hips and lifted his eyebrow. He had no clue how cute he was copping an attitude in the middle of my hotel room.I was still trying to convince myself that he was actually standing there across from me. My mind wanted to make it a dream, to convince me that I wasn't worthy of a man like him coming after me. But I'd felt him against me. Flesh and blood."He was interested in me, and trying to pursue something with me, but I told him you and I were together and that

Matt"You really like the painting I did?" She sat beside me in the car, a smile on her beautiful face. She had no makeup on, and her hair was wild as shit, which was just the way I liked her best.The windows were down in the car, and I could barely hear her, but the feeling of the wind against our skin was needed. Freedom was ours when we were together. It was a great reminder."I love it, baby.""My dad used to love looking at my art, but I usually had to hide it under my bed." She glanced toward her open window. "My mom hated it. Called it a complete waste of time.""She's a cold-hearted bitch, Erica.""No. She's just mean. She thinks that things should be the way she wants them, and if they're not, she shuns them. She just doesn't get it.""How is she? Have you seen her lately?""Yeah. This last week. The day you broke things off with me." She glanced over at me. "Sunday?""Fuck. Seriously?" I shook my head. "That had to be the-""Worst day of my life." She finished my sentence f

MattTwo Months Later"Please tell me again why the hell you two made me come to this." I glanced over at Erica and back at Bethany. It was mid-January in Dallas, which beat Seattle for sure, but being out and shopping for wedding dresses with two very girlie girls had me wanting to fake diarrhea."Because we need a male perspective. Come on. It's going to be fun, and you're my only sibling. Jeez." Bethany slipped her arm into mine. "And Erica is here because the two of you are inseparable.""And because you need someone with an eye for the arts." Erica wagged her eyebrows and slipped her arm into my other one. She glanced up at me, stealing my heart for the millionth time. "Are we inseparable?""Yeah. Especially when we do it like dogs. You know, they say that-""Matt!" They yelled together and let me go."Gross. Good grief." Bethany slipped her arm into Erica's as they walked to the dress shop, leaving me standing on the sidewalk by myself.I pulled out my phone and texted my brothe

MattTwo Months Later"Come on, baby. We're going to be late." Matt stood at the bedroom door and gave me a look. "You don't look so good.""What?" I turned around in the mirror, the black dress I'd bought fitting me great. "I love this thing. You don't?""I love everything you wear, Erica." He walked into the bathroom and picked up the little blue stick I'd peed on minutes before. "I meant that you look pale. When the fuck is this thing going to show us what's up? We're going to be late.""We'll look at it when we get home." She moved out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there, staring at a pee-stick."What? We're supposed to go all night and not know if you're pregnant?" I put it down, cursed the universe and walked out."Yes. I'm not pregnant. I keep telling you that.""Damon said you probably are." I grabbed her purse. "Your tits are sore, you're barfing all the time, and you've not let me make love to you in three days!""Three days." She put her hand on her hip and gave me a