All Chapters of PLAYTHING OF THE ALPHA PREDATORS: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

XANDERThe first thing I thought of when I saw April Lawson for the first time ever was how it'd feel to have her lips wrapped around my cock. She had a mouth that looked like it was made to be wrapped around a cock. Full, perky, red lips that I imagined making pop sounds around my dick with her on her knees and taking me in like a good little slut. I didn't care that she was my stepsister. She wasn't the first and I didn't think she'd be the last. For as long as I can remember, my dad has been changing wives like he was changing boxers. I knew he was going to divorce her mother soon. I just wanted to sleep with her daughter first. So imagine my surprise when the said daughter didn't move in with us and when she turned out to be a lousy human vying for the position of student president in my school. For a measly human, she was proud and annoying. Unlike the she-wolves I was accustomed to, she didn't get excited at the fact that I was interested in her. I've never had to chase a gi

APRILBrook Hamilton was the equivalent of an angel on earth.She was beloved by all. She wasn’t the typical popular mean girl. She was the most booked model in the country. She was at the frontline of thousands of charity projects that she moderated weekly. She was as beautiful inside as she was on the outside, and that said a lot because she was drop dead gorgeous. Frankly, she was the kind of girl every other girl wished they could swap bodies with. Personally, I admired her compassionate and pure aura more than anything else, it was what drew me into volunteering for the school’s charity outreaches. The first time I ever volunteered, it was her genuineness and kind approach to everything and everyone that inspired me to keep volunteering. The most recent charity outreaches had brought me back under her wing and I was pleased to watch her in action. The school was planning a number of volunteering programs for orphanages around the city and slum houses with needy families. As e

APRILLectures were finally over for the day as the logics professor sauntered out of the hall. While I loved everything that had to do with academics, I also enjoyed the reward of afternoon naps on days when lectures ended in the morning. Happily, I gathered my things and jogged out of the hall as I imagined rewatching Home Alone while I drifted off to sleep. “I should order a pizza,” for the full experience, of course.I’d just pulled up the Dominos Pizza website on my phone when something stopped me dead in my tracks. My thumbs froze over my screen with the pizza selection display and only something damning could tear my attention away from a happy treat. Something like the outlawed substance hovering around me.“Is that…” I frowned as I sniffed the air around me to confirm my suspicions. Cigarette? My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the audacity of students to still pollute the air with that nasty substance after it had been strictly prohibited. I mean, the punishment

APRILI remained in the same spot, using my palms to nurse my aching cheeks and jaw.“What’s this?” the furious edge in his voice only spelt more danger for me as he pointed at my desk.My brain seemed to have been on pause because I suddenly couldn’t recall what I’d been doing before he barged in, guns blazing and whatnot. Where I knelt was a bit far from the table and it didn’t help matters that it was pretty high and I could barely see what was on it.I was just about to muster the strength to get on my feet when I felt him grip my hair and harshly pull me to my full height.An annoyed hiss left me lips at the act, “What the hell is your problem?”“I could ask you the same thing, since you have my name on the first fucking line of that silly email,” he nodded towards my desk and I swallowed harder than I ever had in my life.Slowly, I turned to face the open laptop on my desk, regretting the fact that I hadn’t turned it off before opening the door. But how could I have guessed that

APRILAs planned, Nick parked a block away from the Juvenile Detention Center and we walked the rest of the way.Surprisingly—like I said, Nick was full of surprises today—we engaged in harmless small talk and even shared some laughs on the way to the center, I was almost saddened that our arrival meant the end of our rapport, but I reminded myself that he would likely snap out of it soon, this was probably just him being professional because it was a school project.“Hello, we have an appointment slot for the next two hours,” Nick’s words to the police officer at the reception yanked me back to reality.“What name is your appointment under?” she asked him while clicking away on the keyboard before her.“Nick Bright,” he supplied.After a few more clicks on her keyboard, she called a warden to show us to the interrogation room where they assured us that the first teen we were to interview would be waiting. When we walked in, I carefully took in the scrawny teenage boy in blue scrubs a