Alpha's Little Secret

Chapter 33| Two Families (3)

Maxwell's P.O.V

Charlie Bushnell was everything I expected him to be. A cocky and overly confident Alpha who treated everything like it belonged to him. The success of the Percy Jackson series had skyrocketed his career into space and the rumors of him dating Walker Scobell had also made his name just as known as mine. He never outwardly admitted the accuracy of the rumors, but I could tell they weren't true. Walker Scobell was quite literally unattainable by any Alpha.

"I liked you in that show...what was it called again?" It was the first thing he said to me when we met. He completely knew what the show was called. Acting as if it didn't win several awards and get nominated for many others was crazy.

I glared at him, keeping my temper at bay.

"Oh, are you the shy type who doesn't talk? I can..."

"No I just don't answer to stupidity," I interrupted heatedly. Charlie's face morphed into a twisted smirk that told me I had definitely hit a nerve. I hated guys like him. They acted as if the world revolved around them.

"I see, is this about your whore omega? Did he tell you how I had him screaming for more before he met you? Or maybe he didn't tell you and you can feel how much he still wants me," he replied sneakily. The grin on his face was all but menacing. Charlie was far from intimidating to me. However, there were only a few things that got under my skin and Drake Baldwin was the worst of them all.

"I will give him props, he's quite good at what he does. He's one of the best I've ever had. I wonder what he's like in heat. I bet he's so..."

Within half a moment I had him against the wall ready to pound his face in.

"Did I say something wrong Max? I wouldn't want to piss America's new boy toy off. They worship you, but what would they think when they find out you beat up one of your costars up? I bet that would get people talking," he smirked wickedly.

I knew Charlie's type well. They got drunk off fame and lived for the drama in the headlines. They always used it to their advantage to get what they wanted.

"You're messing with the wrong boy Charlie. I'm warning you now. Don't fucking ever mention Drake's name again," I replied.

"Or what Max? You gonna hurt me," the actor chuckled.

I let go of him allowing him to take a step away from the wall. "No, you just caught me off guard. I won't lay a finger on you after today. I'm just warning you now. Stay away from Drake. If you don't, then I'll ruin you and your career," I threatened. Charlie seemed to understand in that moment that I could play that game too. Toying with the media wasn't an exclusive thing. Starting rumors and being shady was a trick of the trade.

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The moment I got home, I could smell Drake. The sweetness of his scent pouring into every corner of our house. He was in heat and probably nesting. I looked around the kitchen finding a note from Patrick.

* I'm staying at a friend's house over the weekend. I'll be back Monday morning. ~Pat*

Part of me wondered if Patrick was trying to give me and Drake some privacy or if he genuinely decided to stay with a friend for the weekend. Honestly it didn't matter. Nothing would keep me away from Drake.

I sat the note down on the counter and walked towards the source of the sweetness that had become increasingly harder to ignore. When I ended up in front of our bedroom, Drake's strawberry scent seemed to realize that I was close. The smell becoming all I could focus on now.