All Chapters of Alpha Brat: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Somewhere In The Middle Of Nowhere

The bus stink is stuck in my hair, stale coffee, damp coats and hopelessness. Perfect for me then. I've been staring out of the same scratched window for so long the landscape has stopped feeling real. Fields blur into houses, houses blur into miles of tarmac. Grey sky, green fields, grey sky, green fields. Repeat until death. The baseball cap I found in a public toilet is pulled low enough that nobody can get a good look at me, which is fine by me because I'm fairly certain my current expression is somewhere between traumatised fugitive and woman one minor inconvenience away from biting. Every now and then, the driver catches my reflection in his mirror. I look away before he can decide whether I need help. I don't need help, I need fucking answers. There's a difference.Unfortunately, my brain keeps trying to circle back to the same completely insane conclusion. Hot men turn into giant, terrifying, growling wolves. Every time I think it, I expect to laugh and realise I've finall

Research

The motel looks no better through rain.I've avoided this trudge back, after seeing the place resigned to only use the room to sleep. It strikes me that this is miserable rain. The cold type that always finds its way down the back of your neck no matter what you're wearing.It's turned the pavements into grey mirrors and makes the whole city look exhausted. Which, honestly, feels appropriate. My trainers squelch as I cross the cracked car park, weaving around potholes filled with brown water. The neon sign above reception flickers weakly, one power surge away from giving up completely. Everything about this place feels temporary.Three days ago, I'd told myself it was only for a night. Just somewhere cheap while I look for answers. One night became two. Two became three. Now the woman behind reception nods when she sees me, which is horrifying.My room smells exactly the same as when I left it this morning. Cheap cleaning products and a vaguely mould-adjacent delight lurking beneath.

Cute Guy

The amber liquid arrives first. I knock it back in one, fire races down my throat. It burns. It hurts. It feels wonderful.For the first time in days, the fog in my head clears ever so slightly. I rest my elbows on the bar and stare at the wood grain beneath my fingertips. Everything I've learned so far is useless. Something happened that night, something important. But every answer creates three more questions. Why did those memories come back now? What am I? Why did those men know things they refused to explain? Most importantly, why does every road lead back to them no matter how hard I try to walk in the opposite direction?A plate lands gently in front of me.I look up.The bartender was right, he's produced the most beautiful grilled cheese I've ever seen. Golden brown with crispy edges and cheese melting onto the plate. Beside it, a bowl of tomato soup sends up little curls of steam. Food somebody made because I look hungry. A tear slips free, mortifying. I look away, intense

Hunter

River"You sure this is the place?"The question leaves my mouth quietly as I stand beneath the flickering lights of the service station forecourt, phone pressed against my ear, rain ticking the hood of my jacket softly."Positive." Ezra wastes fewer words than me.The cash machine’s positioned beside the entrance. Three security cameras. Two blind spots. One road leading north. Three leading south. The card transaction happened hours ago, its timestamp sits in my head alongside a thousand other pieces of information. Dates. Locations. Names. Patterns.The reality of hunting someone is patience and observation.People always leave pieces of themselves behind, the trick is knowing where to look."I'll call when I have something."I slide the phone into my pocket and breathe deeply through my nose.The world unfolds.Shed pieces of lives linger without them ever noticing. I stand quietly beneath the overhang of the service station entrance and watch drips wall against the concrete beyon

Cornered

Cold water runs over my hands, I’ve been standing at the cracked sink in this stinking bathroom much longer than necessary. The place is giving me a headache. Or maybe that's the stress. It drips from my fingertips into the stained porcelain basin while I study the bruised shadows beneath my eyes. Nothing can hide the fact that I look like shit. My own mini apocalypse written across my face. I wonder what they’d say if they were here now? The thought of them makes me want to lie on the filthy floor and stay there.I shut off the tap and dry my hands slowly, buying myself another thirty seconds before I have to go back out there. Cute guy Greg has been talking at me for almost an hour. He’s drifted between so many topics I lost track, all with little to no input from me. He seems nice. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably be enjoying myself. These aren't normal circumstances and when he laughs, my brain compares it to each of them, their smiles projected behind my eyes. They're e

Battle Wolf

Relief leaves me dizzy, my body folds toward him, desperate to reach the one familiar thing in this nightmare. River's face is completely calm as his eyes lock onto the scene over my shoulder, every muscle in his body engaged."River?" I barely get his name out.He connects with me without slowing down. One enormous arm wraps round my waist, with a grunt he lifts me off my feet and spins us. We’re sliding sideways through freezing air, and I’m deposited behind a parked car, the breath knocked from my lungs."Stay down." The order is calm, almost gentle.River disappears and all hell breaks loose.A deafening boom echoes between buildings, a bomb detonating. The car shudders beside me. Metal groans, glass rattles, snarls and screams. I drop into a crouch, press my back against the rear wheel, and clamp my hand over my ears until my fingers ache. I don’t want to see, my eyes are squeezed shut. None of this is real. The sane part is still trying to argue that point despite overwhelming

The Five Arrive

The motel room’s so quiet the sound of the door flying out the frame is another bomb going off. It slams against the wall knocking a crater in the plaster, one hinge snaps clean off, the door hanging drunkenly from the frame. They’re going to charge me for that.Adrenaline surges through me all over again, I jerk so hard I practically headbutt River. His arm tightens around my waist, and slides his hand over my back. "It's okay," he murmurs against my hair. We’ve been tucked together on the bed. No words exchanged, me happily curled across his lap while he drew shapes on my back.A familiar scent crashes into the room ahead of the person attached to it, all warmth and chaos and ridiculous energy. Jax appears in the doorway, stands there staring, chest heaving, rainwater dripping from him onto the stained carpet. "Fuck you, Frankie," he shouts. His voice breaks so badly on my name that my heart twists painfully. "Seriously. Fuck you." His face crumples, betraying the insult, and he

Leo's Not Mad

“This is divine,” I preen, gulping another huge bite of double cheeseburger down my gullet.There wasn’t a pocket burger, but our first stop was a drive-through. Turns out I’m not the only one who hasn’t been eating. The amount of food we ordered is obscene. Made the disembodied speaker voice cut Corrian off before he could finish reading his list. Wanted to check we weren’t pranking them. No my friend, just five huge wolf men and one apparent wolf woman to feed.I’ve learnt while River got to me first, the others were already on their way. And, they have a ginormous, custom truck that fits them all. I’m in the back seats with Jax, who has become Velcro and growls every time I’m not connected to him, and Leo, who still hasn’t said a word.He is watching me eat though. Every bite his eyes track up and down as he works through his own huge pile of food without looking. “Still mad at me, big man?” I murmur, shoving a handful of fries in once the questions out there.Granted, the timing

Happy To Help

The words push me closer. I ride Jax’s tongue faster, my juices coating his face, dripping down his chin and onto Leo’s jeans. Leo’s knot throbs against me with every movement. He growls into my mouth, sucking my tongue deep while his hand on my throat tightens just enough to make my head spin. My thighs shake around Jax’s head. He sucks my clit hard, tongue flicking fast, and I break with a loud moan. My pussy clenches and pulses, flooding his mouth with hot, slick cum. Jax drinks it greedily, tongue lapping and sucking, not letting any escape as it pours out of me.Leo keeps kissing me through it, biting and licking my lips while I shake on Jax’s face. My juices keep flowing. Corrian’s low voice comes again. “Good boy, Jax. Keep going.”I’m still grinding slowly, riding out the aftershocks, feeling Jax’s tongue cleaning every drop from my swollen pussy. Leo’s cock is rock hard under me, knot swollen and pressing insistently. He groans against my mouth, sucking my tongue one last t

Burrito

The last thing I remember in the truck is leaning against Leo in the car and listening to Jax and River argue about whether a hot dog counted as a sandwich. I vaguely remember contributing something deeply intelligent about hot dogs being a state of mind before sleep dragged me under. When I surface again, everything's warm. Strong arms are carrying me. The familiar scent of cedar and expensive aftershave surrounds me. My cheek is pressed against a broad chest rising and falling beneath my ear. For several blissful seconds I don't bother opening my eyes. I simply burrow closer, chasing comfort the way a cat chases sunlight. Somewhere nearby, somebody chuckles. Another hand brushes through my hair. Lips touch the top of my head. Then another kiss follows from a different direction, and then another. If I weren't half asleep, I might investigate why I appear to be getting passed around like a squishy football. Instead I make a pleased noise and snuggle deeper into Corrian who’s carry

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