All Chapters of The Alpha I shouldn't crave: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DAMON POV Something was wrong, I couldn't figure out if I was being paranoid or if my instincts were actually picking up on something real. Sandra and Marcus moved around each other like magnets, either pulling together or forcing distance, never just neutral, never just normal uncle and niece going through training exercises. The way he touched her lasted a fraction too long, the way she looked at him held heat that had nothing to do with gratitude or family affection, and my wolf kept growling low warnings that I was missing something crucial. So I'd manufactured the forgotten phone excuse, turned around early, hoping to catch them in whatever the fuck they were hiding. But when I'd walked into that training room, everything had looked perfectly innocent on the surface, Sandra bent over the dummy, Marcus correcting her form, both of them flushed and breathing hard in ways that could be explained by intensive work. Could be, but my gut said otherwise. I'd watched them

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge."Vanessa, fuck—" I rasped, my voice breaking, but she pressed a finger to my lips, her eyes dark with command as she leaned in closer, her hot breath teasing the tip of my dick."No talking," she purred, her voice like velvet-wrapped sin. Then, without warning, she engulfed me in her mouth. Her lips stretched tight around my girth, sucking me in deep as her tongue swirled hungrily around the head, flicking the underside before sliding lower, her throat opening up to take me balls-deep in a way that m

Heat flooded my face because she'd caught me staring, and across the room both Marcus and Damon looked up at Vanessa's accusation. "I wasn't—I was just—" I stammered, but there was no good explanation, no way to justify why my attention kept drifting to Marcus when I should be focused on training. "Save it," Vanessa snapped, moving closer until we were almost nose to nose. "I know what you're doing, little girl, I see the way you look at him, like he's some kind of savior instead of the man who's trying to help you despite your obvious daddy issues." The accusation hit like a physical blow, too close to fears I'd been nursing since this started, and my hands curled into fists at my sides. "You don't know anything about me," I said quietly, dangerously. "You don't know what I've been through or why I'm here." "I know you're a spoiled brat who's never had to work for anything, who thinks her rare gift makes her special when really you're just another broken girl looking for someon

SANDRA POV"What the fuck, learn how to hold a lady, that grip is too tight, I don't want her dying here in my house," Vanessa's voice cut through the fog in my brain. "And stop touching her like that, what if she's contagious or sick, you're going to catch something."Marcus's arms loosened immediately, his body going rigid against mine, and I felt the loss of his warmth like a physical ache even as relief flooded through me at Vanessa's words.She was giving us an out, providing a rational explanation for why I'd melted into him, why that embarrassing sound had escaped my throat, and I couldn't tell if it was mercy or calculated manipulation."Right, sorry, I just—she collapsed and I reacted," Marcus said, carefully extracting himself from my grip. "Damon, can you take her to her room? I need to check her vitals but not while she's clinging to me like this."Damon moved forward without hesitation, his expression unreadable as he slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my ba

SANDRA POV"It's none of your business," Damon voice was sharp and defensive, he rolled off the mattress, standing with his back to me.The rejection stung more than it should have, but I'd pushed too far, asked a question I had no right to anymore, and now the fragile peace we'd built over the past hour was shattered."You're right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," I said, pulling the thin blanket tighter around myself. "You should go, I'll be fine alone."Damon headed for the stairs without looking back, his shoulders rigid with tension, and I thought he was actually leaving until a violent sneeze tore through me.Then another, and another, my body suddenly wracked with chills that made my teeth chatter, and I curled into a ball trying to contain the shaking."Fuck," Damon muttered, turning back, and in three strides he was beside the mattress, shrugging off his jacket. "Here, you're freezing."He draped the heavy fabric over me, his scent enveloping me immediately, and I burrowe