All Chapters of Alpha Step Daddy : Four Mates, One heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RAVEN. The shower was hot. Scalding hot. I stood under the spray until the bathroom filled with steam, clouding the mirror and turning the air thick. I watched the water swirl down the drain. It was pink. I touched my nose. The bleeding had stopped, but it was tender. My knuckles were swollen, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. My knees were bruised purple from hitting the mat. I looked like I had been in a car wreck. "Clean up," Dominic had said. I grabbed the bar of soap. It smelled like pine and sandalwood. It smelled like him. Of course it did. This was the guest quarters, but everything in this compound belonged to the Alpha. I scrubbed my skin until it turned red. I wanted to wash off the sweat from the gym. I wanted to wash off the feel of the wolf that had pinned me in the bedroom. I wanted to wash off the lingering cold from the dream with the white wolf. But mostly, I wanted to wash off the scent of Dominic. It was impossible. The soap just layered more of him on

RAVEN. Cole stood in the doorway. He wasn't wearing leather this time. He was wearing a tuxedo. A bright, midnight-blue tuxedo with a black bowtie. He looked ridiculous and also…stunning. Behind him, four of his teammates stood in matching black suits. They looked like bouncers at a very expensive club. Dominic let out a growl that shook the floorboards. "You weren't invited to the rehearsal," he snarled. "I invited myself," Cole responded, walking into the room. He stepped onto the red carpet like he owned it. "Figured I should see where the magic happens. You know, tactical assessment and all that." He stopped a few feet away from us. He looked at Dominic, then he looked at me. His eyes widened. The playful smirk vanished for a split second, replaced by pure male appreciation. "Damn," Cole let out a low whistle. "Raven. You look... lethal." "It's a dress, Cole," I said. "Not a weapon." "On you?" Cole grinned. "It's definitely a weapon. You could stop a heart wit

DOMINIC "Clear the hall!" I roared. I tore the throat out of a Silverfang wolf and threw the body aside. It hit the wall with a wet thud. Blood coated my muzzle and it tasted bitter. I was in my wolf form and I let my beast take l control. And I could feel the empty space in my chest where the bond was supposed to be. It wasn't broken. It was just... stretched. Stretching thin. Like a rubber band about to snap. "Dominic!" I turned. Jax was in human form, firing a shotgun into the doorway. Boom. Pump. Boom. "They're falling back!" Jax yelled. "We have the courtyard!" I didn't care about the courtyard. I shifted. The pain was familiar. Bones cracking, my skin stretching. I stood up, naked and bloody, amidst the wreckage of the Hall. "Where is she?" I bellowed. Jax stopped firing and looked at me. He looked pale."Who?" "Raven!" I grabbed Jax by his vest. "I told you to watch the door!" "You told me to hold the line!" Jax shouted back. "The door was locked

RAVEN The cave was cold and it smelled like dry earth and bones. I followed the White Wolf. The light from outside faded. Soon, we were in total darkness. But I could see. My wolf eyes adjusted. The walls were gray. The floor was smooth stone. We went deeper. The tunnel opened up into a massive cavern. In the center was a pool of water and It was perfectly still. The White Wolf walked to the edge of the pool and sat down. I walked over to him. Where are we? I asked. The Beginning, he sent. He looked at the water. Look. I looked into the pool and watched as water rippled as an image formed. I saw a man. He was tall, with long dark hair. He was wearing furs and was standing on this very spot. He held a bowl of blood and poured it into the water. The first Alpha, the White Wolf whispered in my mind. Then the image changed. I saw wolves. Hundreds of them. Running together. No packs. Just one massive tide of fur. Then, I saw the split. Some wolves turned gray. Their e

RAVEN The cave was silent. The water in the pool was black and still. No ripples. No strange wolves. I sat on the cold stone floor, my knees pulled to my chest. I was wearing Dominic’s shorts and a flannel shirt Cole had pulled from his pack. It smelled like cedar and sweat. Dominic was pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. He was practically limping. There was a gash on his thigh that was still bleeding, soaking through his torn pants. But he wouldn't sit down. Cole was leaning against the cave wall near the entrance. He was cleaning his gun. He looked bored, but his eyes were darting everywhere. "He's gone," Dominic muttered. He ran a hand through his dirty hair. "He was right there. I touched him." "You touched air, boss," Cole said. He didn't look up. "It was a hologram. Or a hallucination. Oxygen deprivation does weird things." "It wasn't a hallucination," Dominic snapped. He stopped pacing and pointed at me. "She saw him too. She spoke to him." He was referring t