The Alpha's Doe

Chapter 1

11 years later...

I woke up to the sun in my eyes and groaned, grabbing a pillow to put over my face. Ace shifted behind me, hugging me closer to his chest and nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.

This was how I woke up most days.

"Ace," I said, elbowing him gently behind me to get his attention. "What time is it?"

He didn't reply, simply tightening his arms and moving one of his legs so it was between mine. I couldn't tell where my body ended and his began.

I groaned again, lifting my head so I could look at the clock.

"Oh, my gosh!" I yelled. "Ace, you need to get out of here! It's almost seven thirty!"

Ace didn't react, behaving as if I had said nothing at all. I squirmed against him, trying to get out of his hold. He didn't let me go. Ace never stayed this late into the morning.

"Stop," Ace growled into my ear, his hot breath fanning over my cheek. His hands spanned over my stomach and rib cage, keeping me firmly pressed against him.

"Ace, I'm not kidding! My parents could come in here at any second!"

Ace spent every night in my bed. In fact, I don't think we spent a night apart since we met. However, my parents did not know that. And today wasn't going to be the day I told them.

I grabbed Ace's arm, trying to yank it off me. Of course, he didn't budge. The man was made out of steel, I swear. He was all muscle, not a single bit of fat on him. I huffed in annoyance. I wasn't even sure why I was trying. I had never won a battle with Ace. He got everything he wanted no matter what.

Without warning, I was flipped around to face him, forcing me to put my arms on his shoulders to steady myself. I glared at him.

"I hate it when you do that," I said.

Ace smirked and I was momentarily stalled by his beauty. "Do you now?"

"Yes! I hate it when you take advantage of our size difference and throw me around."

The size difference really was significant. When Ace had gone through puberty, he had shot up nearly two feet and somehow managed to grow rock hard muscles overnight. Everything about him became harder, sharper, more defined. It suited him well. There was no denying how beautiful he was with his short dark brown hair and his dark blue eyes. I had been caught staring at him on more than one occasion. Ace would always just smirk and wink at me when that happened, immediately causing a deep blush to take over my face.

I, on the other hand, became softer when I hit puberty. My curves developed, giving me hips and breasts. And while Ace had always been a touchy person, he immediately became even touchier, always having his hands on my waist or hips—squeezing, kneading, licking his lips with a hungry look on his face. That look always made me feel nervous and fidgety but I convinced myself that it was just our dumb teenage hormones making us act this way. I stood at nearly a foot and a half beneath Ace and although I was a pretty average height, I felt tiny next to him. Actually, I felt tiny next to everyone in this town. People were huge here, abnormally so. I was convinced there had to be something in the water.

Ace lifted a brow and then leaned forward, rubbing his nose against my cheek, humming in the way he knew drove me crazy. "I think you're lying."

I swallowed, trying to ignore the way his mouth brushed up against my jaw when he did that. "Lying?" I asked.

Ace nodded slowly, smiling against my skin. "I think you love it when I throw you around. I think you crave having me in control."

I squirmed slightly. I was suddenly feeling very hot.