All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I spend some time just walking around the city and then I pick up Victor from school and we head on home together. He’s so cheerful, telling me about school and how easy it was for him to make friends. He mentions that his class is mostly comprised of rogues, so it’s easier for him to fit in compared to back home, where rogues were the minority and were still looked down upon. Everyone has this idea that rogues are criminals or something, but what’s so bad about not belonging to a pack? Why should I? Is that what determines who’s a good person and who isn’t?One of the most important Alphas of this city is a thief. What do they have to say about that, I wonder?“It was so awesome, Mom!” he exclaims. Then, he mentions, “Maybe coming here wasn’t so bad. Like you said. I have more friends now, and the teachers are nicer. Oh, and I’ll also have to work on this science project. I need some stuff.”“We’ll take care of it,” I tell him absentmindedly. “We’ll head into the store later to ge

The day goes by surprisingly well but not as quickly as I would’ve hoped. Julius is a talker. That much I’ve figured out by now. He likes to yap about the things he’s done and how much of a man he is. Emphasis on the word ‘man’. I don’t like him, and the feeling seems to intensify the longer I stay in his presence. But thanks to all his talk, I’ve managed to get very important insight on Evan, or Hector, as everyone knows him. “Let me tell you,” Julius says before slapping his thighs and inching closer to me. “I’ve never quite met someone like him. He’s as uncivilized as they come and that’s not a bad thing, not at all. Not if you know what I’m trying to get at. I like someone who isn’t afraid to get their hands dirty and this is a trait especially important in men. Back in my day, I was a beast, honey. I wasn’t afraid of seeing blood. I still am not. Hector is like that. He’s vicious. I think he would be an excellent successor. You need to have something immoral about you to make

The decor in the bedroom is just as demure and simplistic as the rest of the house. There’s a large bed right at the center of the room with a dark wooden headboard behind it. There’s a nightstand on either side of the bed. Another thing that captures my attention is how the whole room smells of patchouli. It makes me wonder if this is Phillippa’s perfume or whether it’s a room mist or something. It’s very distinct. Reminding myself to act quickly, I open my bag and fish the panties out. I stare at them and look around the room as I try to figure out where best to put it. I don’t see anything out of line. The room is cleaned well. Everything seems fine. So, it can’t be in an obvious place that will lead to it being cleaned up by a maid or something. I look around the room for a good place. The only thing that assures me that this is their bedroom is a picture frame on top of a heavy looking dresser. It’s of Phillippa and Evan. He looks older, just like in the pictures, and there’s

“What did you think?” Thomas asks as we leave the café. “Was the food to your liking?”“It was right up my alley,” I answer. “I really liked it.”Breakfast with him was an enjoyable event but at the same time, I’m afraid of having too much fun because I don’t want to give the wrong impression, and there’s also the part of me that doesn’t want to be emotionally available to anyone. Thomas seems like a nice guy but I have way too much shit going on in my life right now. “Maybe we can do this some other time,” he suggests. “Sure,” I reply, knowing that I’ll probably say no the next time he asks. We walk alongside each other. It’s very peaceful. He’s a calm person and I like that about him. I have to admit that there’s a lot more about him that I like but now is just not a good time in my life. I don’t mind having a friend but I can sense that he probably wants more than that with me. I can tell he’s interested, and I’m flattered. I really am. We talked a little inside the café and

I get to work early, feeling renewed, in a way. The time I spent with Thomas had a great effect on my disposition. It made me realize that there’s more to life than just wanting Evan to suffer. I’m distracted as I make my way to the front door of the flat. I knock and wait, my thoughts still on Thomas. Julius opens the door for me and the sight of his face kind of bursts my bubble of joy and inserts me into the moment. He smiles at me. His eyes look puffier and lifeless. “It’s nice to see you, Veronica.”“How are you? I heard what happened.” The only reason why I’m asking this is because it’s obliged of me. If I don’t, then it’ll be strange, and I still intend to keep this job. “Oh, it was just a scare. I’m fine.”I say nothing else as I put my handbag on the couch and turn around to face him. “Did you have breakfast already?”He rubs his hands together. “I was waiting for you.”I get started on making him breakfast while he tells me about his condition in detail. I’m only partial