Becoming Alpha (Alpha Girl #1)

A pitiful whiney noise escaped me before I could stifle it. I

Bookstores were my kind of place. All those shiny books, lightly touched by only a couple of people. Each one held a different world, a different life to disappear into.

Can we please drop the whole ‘school starts tomorrow’ talk? I’d like to live in denial for a little while longer.

Chris put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward the mats. A growl echoed through the suddenly quiet gym. Dastien was watching us, as promised.

Dastien crossed his arms. His biceps bulged and I wanted to squeeze them to see if they were as firm as they looked. Dastien cleared his throat, drawing my attention to his face. I blushed at his smirk. I

Dastien growled and I could physically feel his anger pulsing through me. The pain took my breath away. I cried out, silencing the room.

Dastien ran his fingertips along my jawline "Je suis desole, mon amour.

Dastien’s shirt was soaked through. It clung to every muscle. He shook, spraying cold water over all of us, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Fuck. I finally got the whole wet T-shirt contest thing.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I tackle you again?

Have a seat, lass, while Dastien tells us what he’s about.” I started to step around Dastien but he rumbled a low growl. “Quiet down,” Sebastian said. “No harm will come to her.

He cleared his throat. “I didn’t set out to turn her. My wolf momentarily took control. It seems he has chosen her as his mate.

Honey, please.” She held up a hand to stop my babbling. “I made you do it.” What? I stepped away from her, my gaze darting between the four of them. “I don’t understand.” “You’d only attack me like that if he was your mate. As in an actual mated pair. As in the other half of your soul.” It felt like I was floating.

I can’t do that. I can’t turn my emotions off and on like that. I’m either all in or all out. And if you can’t do that—if I don’t come first, then for God’s sake, leave me alone.

Ice cream. I needed lots and lots of ice cream. Even if it was my breakfast. It had milk and maybe eggs. That totally counted.

I'd do anything for you, Tessa. I know you don't realize that now, but you will.

I dusted my books off, placing each one—sorted alphabetically and by genre—on the shelves Dad installed. What some people might call “anal,” I’d call efficient. What good was it to have a book if you couldn’t find it when you wanted it?

Ignorance isn’t bliss. It’s completely frustrating. I’m going to read this thing, and then I won’t feel so freaking lost all the time. So no distracting me.” Before I could read one sentence, Dastien yanked the book from my hands. “You don’t need this.” I narrowed my gaze at him. “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean you get to boss me around.

I’m not sure if you’re suicidal or a genius,” Meredith said. I grinned. “Go with genius. It’s way more accurate.” I held my fist out to Adrian and he bumped it.

I took another bite of my ice cream as the girl tried to stop the fight. Ice cream and a fight? Best mall trip ever.

It took me a while to realize they were getting hot. Then fingers slowly linked with mine. A lazy smile spread across my face. “I have to go patrol, ma chérie. And you have to go inside before the sun sets.” I tightened my fingers around his. “No,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. His lips pressed against my forehead. I flopped onto the grass, tugging him down too. He hovered over me, his weight on his forearms as he lightly brushed his lips against mine. I growled. That was not the kiss I was going for.

I wouldn’t let you out of my sight if I could manage it.” I tugged on his hand. “Not cool. That’s more than a little stalker-ish, dude.” He laughed. “Okay. So that didn’t come out right.” He thought for a second. “How about I’d like to spend as much time with you as you’ll let me.” I nodded. “Better. Just this side of Stalkerville.” He gazed down at me. “I thought girls liked that kind of thing.” “Yeah. It’s kind of nice.” I grinned.

No. No break. We don’t need a break. I’m not perfect, but I get it. I can’t see you run away from me again. So we stop this. We’re all in, because there is no other option for me. You’re my mate. You’re it for me. You have to trust me.

Shit. That’s why he was here. To see if I was okay, and to keep watch. I closed the door behind me. “If I let you stay, then there are rules. First, you will not—I repeat—will not be changing in the middle of the night. If I wake up with you naked in my bed, there will be hell to pay. Whatever it is that’s going on with us, we’re not at that part yet.” He tilted his head to the side and made a little coughing sound.

Their gaze met and I could swear I felt the heat of it burning. There were some major mutual appreciation vibes going on. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Meredith Savannah Molloney.” He reached across me to grab her hand and pressed his nose to her pulse point. “I’ll be seeing you again real soon.” What the hell. Donovan Murry was totally hitting on Meredith.

The noise from the party raging downstairs seeped into my quiet space. I palmed my blue and red bouncy ball as I lay on my bed facing the wall. I threw it in the air a few times to watch the colors blur together before bouncing it off the wall above my headboard.

There was nothing more certain in life than the ending of a good romance novel.

There was really way too much hotness going on back there.

We need to run from here.”
Everyone in the backseat started taking off their clothes.
“What the fuck are you doing! This isn’t orgy time. It’s fucking kick ass time.”
“We’re going to shift, you idjit,” Shannon said.
Harsh but she was right. I was being dense.

What was that Shannon girl saying about teenage marriage?” Dad crossed his arms. Oh sweet baby Jesus. This couldn’t be more embarrassing. “Don’t worry. I didn’t drink the Kool-Aid.” As I said that, Mr. Dawson and Dastien walked into the cafeteria. The room felt ten degrees hotter as I watched Dastien. Boy did he make the Kool-Aid appealing.

When you put it that way, yuck. I guess when I think of vampire, I picture Brad Pitt or Robert Pattinson. More sexy, lets stinky