All Chapters of The Alpha's Private Dancer : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The moment Mason had touched me as he stopped me falling, I knew I was in trouble. My whole body seemed to surrender to his touch. I don’t think I had realized just how much I had wanted this guy… and his touch… wow… he was making my whole body feel like it was on fire under his fingers… and I don’t think I wanted him to stop, despite knowing it was far from the best idea… we were not a good match... he was an Alpha of a werewolf pack... I was trying to escape... but he was so handsome, and his touch drove me wild...The hunger in his eyes as I slipped off my tank top, and he took in my now half naked body, filled me with a deeper desire than ever… I wanted him… no, I think I needed him… and feeling his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants touching the fabric of my shorts, dangerously close to my ever increasingly wet pussy was telling me he may need me too. Maybe things had been building up to this moment. I could not wait to discover what this man could do if the slig

Mason sat alongside me on the sofa. I could see the concern in his gaze. I had no clue why this guy had taken a liking to me, nor why he seemed to care so damn much. I was a virtual stranger to him, but his caring was tying my stomach into knots. I didn't know whether to be touched by it or nervous about it. I knew he wanted to help me, and that was sweet, but his help came with complications I was certainly not ready for. And the moment Mason mentioned the werewolf council my heart began to race, and not for the good reasons it had been previously.The things Dalton was involved in were far from legal, in either the human world or our own. But me knowing of his crimes, didn’t that make me as guilty as him? I had always been terrified that while living with him, he could be caught, and my knowledge of his crimes would be discovered, and he would drag me down with him. It didn't help that he had always threatened to create scenarios where I was more involved than I ever had been, makin

Sleep had barely been possible once Mason had left. Frankie had wanted details about who he was, and how I knew him. She was telling me I should make the time to see him whether it got me in trouble with Rhett or not. Obviously, none of my friends at the bar cared about the rules.Not that the rules were going to matter much now. I had to make the choice to leave. My time dancing there was at an end. I had no choice now. I knew that. If Dalton knew I was working there, then there would be nothing to stop him visiting regularly. Even if he was barred, he could send in one of his associates to spy on me. I wasn’t stupid. He was determined to have me back and would do all he could to get me back, and that would include stalking me at my workplace if needed.Long after Frankie had gone to bed, I had rushed around the apartment gathering my things together. I would get up tomorrow as if I planned to work, pop in to see Rhett to explain my need to leave urgently, without explaining the were

Today was definitely not going the way I had wanted. Storming out of the police station having dealt with Jaxon’s arrest, he was on my tail with nothing but apologies.“Mase, what did you want me to do? He was right there.” He was talking about Dalton. It turned out he had been arrested for trying to knock the fucker out. The thing was, there happened to be an undercover police officer across the road at the time who had intervened when things had become increasingly violent and had decided to arrest the two of them. Far from ideal for two werewolves in a human world. Dalton I couldn't give a damn about, but I was not going to leave Jaxon rotting in a police cell for longer than was necessary.Especially when his actions were in a bid to try to help me... well, help Gianna, which in turn was Jaxon's attempt to help me. And, in doing so, it now meant that Dalton was locked up, albeit for a short time. But, I suppose if nothing else I knew, it meant that Dalton was locked up and not out

I had been in two minds to tell Gianna that news, but the moment Jaxon had told me, I knew that would be one of the things that could make Gianna question all her plans. She needed to question her plans. That was what I needed her to do. That fucker had been monitoring Gianna, and he knew her plans. The plans she had tried so carefully to make safe… the plans she believed would be the thing to save her… that had to be his reasoning for having the fake passport. That was the only reason I had come up with in my mind. I was worried about Gianna. Absolutely petrified for her, so she had to be in pieces with worry.I hated to be the one to bring her world crashing down, but in truth, Dalton knew her plans, and going off the fake passport he was carrying when Jaxon assaulted him, he had planned to follow her too, with very little trace. The thought sickened me. And going off the look upon Gianna’s face, not only did the thought truly sicken her, but it terrified her too. Understandably so.