Alpha's Dirty Little Secret (ADLS Series #1)✔

| Chapter 24 |

It was girl's night. A night where us ladies had found the free time to snuggle up under each other and enjoy a movie or two. Popcorn. Drinks. Snacks of all different kind. Angela, Brittany, and I craved this night and we made it a night to remember. Laughs. Jokes. We were definitely creating memorable moments.

"I'm tired now." Angela confirmed yawning and extending her arms to a stretch. I was not sure if she was really being hit with the curse of the sandman or was she ready to disappear to find Steven. Either way I was exhausted too and was ready to turn in.

We have been locked up in Brittany's room for hours and now it was time to call it a night.

"So am I." Brittany was the last to confirm.

Cleaning up the created mess before saying our good night's to Brittany, Angela and I exited her room and parted ways in the hall. I entered my room, kicked off my slippers, removed my shorts, and slipped between under my plush blanket and soft sheets. It was hard to explain how good it felt being in bed.

Good until I was interrupted. It was like a needle against my skull.

I could hear the base that he carried in his tone, his wolf clawing at mine to come to him. It was obvious something was heavy on his mind, and by the sound of it, it was either something I did or something I was going to be blamed for.

It was obvious that I was enraged. Kicking off the blankets and stomping my feet like a stubborn child across the floor. I snatched up my shorts, slipping them on as I made my exit.

I huffed, listening as the wood nearly cracked under my hits as I knocked. It didn't take long for him to grant me permission to enter. As invited, I walked in.

"Yes?" I was not happy about being ripped from my bed. I'm pretty sure anyone could tell by the sound of my voice.

He looked professional sitting at his desk. His body slightly hunched over the papers and folders scattered over the top, I could tell it was his business issues that had gotten to him. He never looked up for the first few moments. Instead, he began to clean up the papers, shoving them into their proper folders and into the proper drawers and file cabinets. I waited quietly, hoping not to add to the problems that he was already being hit with.

"I-uh." He finally took notice of me. A once stressful look had now shifted to something else. His features softened as he pushed himself from his desk. He made his way around the desk, which put him right in front of me.

It was an awkward moment. The way he stared at me. The way he did not even dare to break his stare despite my look of uncertainty. Then there was that scent. That antagonizing aroma that entangled me in to a web of lustful thinking.

It was his touch that helped ignite that spark. That serge of electricity that soared through my body until it fueled my core. His arm slithered around my hips; his other hand against my arm became the sole creator of goosebumps that rose from my skin.

I watched his fingers intertwine around the straps of my shirt. Their devious gestures controlled by his mind. My eyes fluttered closed. Mesmerized by the soft and aristocratic touch, I began to damn myself again. Again, I was lost in a sea of his actions. Again, I had allowed him to take control of my needs and wants. Doubts consumed me. This was the perfect moment to cease it all. The thought came across my mind. That was until he kissed me.

His cloying lips pecked at my shoulder blade, caressing it with the attention that every part of me desired. It was not fair. It was not fair that he held such control over me.

He kissed at my neck, fondling the sensitive flesh with his sweet gestures. He pulled me from my feet. My legs entangled around his torso, I looked at him. I became a lost mess in his eyes. Bright windows that soon went dark when he sat me on his desk. His hand gripping the back of my neck, he leaned in, pressing for a kiss that he quickly dominated in.