All Chapters of The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

104 Chapters

Maci | Hungry...Not For Breakfast

What an absolute PRICK."Have a shower, Maci," I mutter, mocking his infuriating tone as I pace the room like a caged animal. "Why are you so stupid, Maci? Don't take drinks from coworkers, Maci. Aren't you just the funniest person alive, Maci?"UGH.My chest heaves with frustration, a growl clawing its way out of my throat. My eyes land on his ridiculously soft, impossibly pristine sheets, and without thinking, I grab at them, yanking hard. Let's see how perfect these are after I'm done with them.But the sheets don't so much as budge. Of course not. Probably woven from the hair of unicorns or blessed by some magical seamstress. Even his damn bedding is better than me."ASSHOLE!" The word erupts from me, ricocheting off the elegant walls of his palace of a bedroom.Fine. I'll take your fucking shower, Thorne. I'll use all your overpriced soaps, wrap myself in your fluffy, spa-grade towels, and drain every last drop of hot water in this stup

Thorne | Worship

Maci, no longer drenched in vomit, in that outfit, those boots, will end me. I want to fall to my knees right now. Bow. Worship. Like the deity she is, an altar I would gladly destroy myself upon. One of those boots planted on my shoulder, her thighs locked around me, claiming me, while my face is buried in her heat. The thought is enough to make my mouth water, because I already know, know, she tastes divine. Like everything good and holy in this world.And I'm a wolf who's never believed in either.My eyes find hers and hold."Hungry?"Fuck. Even my voice sounds wrecked. It's rough, strained, I'm already undone just looking at her. Because Maci scrambles my control like I've never known restraint. No one, and I mean no one, has ever affected me like this.She nods, slow and deliberate, her lips parting as her beautiful doe eyes drink me in. Her gaze lingers, catching on the tattoos, the scars, the muscles, and only now I remember I'm not wearing

Thorne | Never Living This Down

She groans dramatically, leaning back."Headache's still there, but yeah, I'm better. Just starving.""Well, that tracks," I say, pulling out a stack of pancakes from the warming drawer and reaching for the syrup. "You emptied the entire contents of your stomach last night."Her face turns a deep shade of red, and she groans again, burying it in her hands."Please, no. I'd rather pretend none of that ever happened.""Absolutely not." I shake my head, mock serious as I arrange the plates of food "If I have to remember it, so do you. You're never living this down."I chuckle low, reaching into an overhead cupboard for aspirin and grabbing a bottle of orange juice from the mini-fridge by my feet."You'll survive." My voice dips, almost teasing. "Though I might not. You, sitting there in those boots, in that outfit… you're dangerous, Maci."Her hands lower slightly, and she peers at me through her lashes, lips parting. There

Thorne | Feeding Her

Why does she hate doctors?What happened to her that makes the thought of getting help twists her up like this?I don’t have the answers, and not knowing is unravelling me thread by fucking thread.“Okay,” I force out, low, steady, the volcanic rage simmering beneath barely contained. “Let’s eat breakfast, alright?”I step toward her, holding out the tray like it’s some kind of peace offering, desperate for even a flicker of the light she carries. “I slaved over a hot stove for this, Maci. Got burned, too. Show some mercy and eat.”Her eyes widen, just for a second, and then her lips twitch upward. Not much, just a little. But it’s something. It’s enough.Finally, she gives me a small nod, and I exhale, tension easing by the smallest fraction.I move to the table and sit deliberately across from her, even though every instinct in my body screams to be closer. The distan

Thorne | Syrup Bottle

Her head tilts back, her eyes flutter shut, and a low, throaty moan slips past her lips. Fuck. The sound punches through me, sending heat straight to my cock. Her head rolls forward, and when those half-lidded eyes meet mine, she smiles. Not just any smile, a real one. Bright, genuine, and so damn beautiful it damn near brings me to my knees.“Okay,” she says, her tone teasing, slow. “So, the man can cook. The man can really cook.” She gestures at the plate, her expression full of wonder. “This is so delicious, Thorne. How the hell do you make bacon and eggs taste this good?”She loves it. Loves it. And she said my name. My name, in that voice, with those lips.

Thorne | His Scent

"Maci" My voice is firm, steady, meant to cut through whatever spiral she's falling into.She doesn't hear me."Maci, for fuck's sake!"Her head snaps up, those wide, panicked eyes locking onto mine. But it's like she's looking through me, seeing something I can't. The pressure in my chest tightens, constricting until I feel like I might fucking break."It's just syrup," I say, dragging a hand through my hair, forcing calm into my tone even though my pulse is hammering in my ears. "It's a tile floor, Maci. It'll wipe up. Do I look even a little concerned?"She shakes her head, the movement mechanical. Her lips part, but she says nothing She's unravelling right in front of me, and I don't know how to pull her back."Good," I bite out the word, my temper like a live sparking live wire. "Sit down Maci. I will clean up this tiny mess and then we can talk about what the fuck just happened here."A shudder runs through her. She's trying to

Thorne | Make Me Cum

Her breath comes fast, shallow, her chest heaving. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and the sight nearly undoes me."I don't know who that is," she whispers at last, her voice trembling but resolute enough to cut through the haze clouding my mind. "I used a bar of soap… in the shower."Soap. A fucking bar of soap. The one Logan buys me every goddamn year.The revelation barely registers. It doesn't douse the fire; it only redirects it. The growl that rumbles from my chest is primal, unrestrained, vibrating with possessive fury. It doesn't matter.Her explanation doesn't matter. Nothing matters except the way she looks right now, flushed, breathless, pinned beneath me, and the scent that doesn't belong on her."That's not good enough," I grit out, my voice rough, edged with pure, unrelenting need. My hands drop from the glass, gripping her hips with enough force to leave marks, dragging her body flush against mine.Every inch of her softness moulds to the hard planes of my body,

Thorne | Now, We Hunt

Her legs give, trembling as her body sags against mine, but I don’t let her fall.My grip on her throat tightens just enough to pin her, the other hand never faltering as it pulls her apart, piece by beautiful piece.“Don’t stop” she whispers, her voice cracked, broken. “I can’t… It’s too much, Thorne.”“Never” My voice thick with hunger “You’re mine, Maci,”I growl into her skin. “Say it.”Her legs tremble, her nails clawing at my shoulders as her body arches into me.“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of her surrender. I know she’s close. So fucking close.Fuck. The words tear through me, obliterating any restraint.“That’s right.” My voice is a guttural snarl as I increase the pressure on her clit, pushing her higher and higher, circling with devastating precision. “Come for me again. Let me feel it.”Her thighs clench around my hand, her body arching as another broken cry rips from her throat. Her second release crashes over her like a tidal wave, soaki

Thorne | Like Me

The sound of her begging, the way her voice cracks with raw desperation, sends a jolt of lust straight to my cock. I press the tip of my finger against her soaked entrance, teasing her, just enough to feel the heat of her.Her thighs clench around my hand, trembling, and then she unravels.A broken cry rips from her throat as her release tears through her, her body convulsing against me. Her arousal drenches my hand, soaking me as she shatters in my arms.t’s fucking glorious, watching her like this, undone, lost in the pleasure I’ve wrung from her.My cock strains and pulses painfully against the fabric of my cargos. The way she comes apart for me, the sight of her undone, has me damn near coming in my pants.Every instinct demands I bury myself inside her, claim her completely, but I hold back. Barely.“Good girl,” I rasp, my voice thick with lust. “Such a good fucking girl.”She mewls softly, her

Maci | Cheap Ramen

What is it about cheap ramen? It shouldn’t be comforting, but here we are.Yes, the noodles are limp, drowning in a sad, sodium-soaked grave. But, as the steam curls lazily from the bowl, wafting that slightly plastic smell, it somehow feels like home. There’s something nostalgic about it, like it’s wrapping me in the broke, student-era equivalent of a hug.The crinkly packet is still sitting on the counter, a reminder of just how far I’ve fallen in the culinary arts department. I twirl my fork through the mushy mess, bringing it halfway to my mouth before I stop, the weight of my thoughts dragging it back down into the bowl. My stomach growls, but the idea of actually eating this… it doesn’t feel right. Not tonight.What I really want is something decadent, something that doesn’t taste like the inside of a vending machine. Something rich, real, something my broke ass cannot afford. Layered and buttery food, maybe something involving truffles. Or caviar. Or, I don’t know, edible g

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