All Chapters of Alpha Brat: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Apple Bottom Tail

The morning’s been almost suspiciously normal. After rogue wolves and fights and running and discovering my life belongs in the fantasy section of a bookshop, I find myself standing in our driveway surrounded by grocery bags. We cleaned out half the supermarket because all of us are still eating like we've been stranded at sea for six months, and judging by the amount of food currently filling the boot, we’re planning to survive an apocalypse. The air smells like cut grass and sunshine. Birds are chirping. It feels so ordinary that part of me keeps waiting for something terrible to happen. Maybe that's why I'm laughing so hard when Leo completely loses his dignity. All I did was tell him about how I got to watch Corrian and Jax and how it helped me sleep for 13 hours. It’s not my fault Leo made a strangled noise and a fluffy tail appeared behind him, knocking the grocery bags out the car as he tried to get out and lost basic motor control."Oh my God." I’m doubled over laughing. "O

Vaela's Waiting

Corrian slowly straightens, his jaw is locked so tightly I can see the muscles moving beneath his skin. Whatever was said between them, he didn't like it.The stranger opens the driver's door, I hear movement in the hedges, hear Jax inhale, feel Ezra step closer.The man ignores all of it.He climbs out slowly, making no move toward any of us. Standing fully upright, he somehow looks even larger than he did sitting down. His eyes never leave mine. Not once. There is no aggression in them. No challenge. Just... sadness. Wonder. Hope.He’s enormous. Bigger than most of the guys, not gym big, chiselled out of a mountain big. His dark hair hangs well past his shoulders, thick beard covers half his face. His features are weathered and rough, nature itself forgot to smooth the edges. There’s a wildness about him. With a final look at me with glassy eyes, he places a hand over his heart and bows his head. A simple, ancient gesture.All I can do is stare at a man I've never met but somehow k

Mountains

Mountains appear long before the compound does. For the last hour, I've watched them rise higher and higher through the windshield, dark green forests climbing impossible slopes beneath a sky so blue it looks fake. Raulf and I haven't spoken much since leaving the house. Strangely, the silence never becomes awkward. Every now and then, I catch him glancing over, checking I'm still there, and every time I look back he gives a small nod. The road eventually narrows, twisting upward through dense pine forest where sunlight filters through branches in shifting ribbons of gold. We round a bend and the trees open. The sight that greets me steals every coherent thought from my head. Nestled against the side of the mountain is what can only be described as an entire village. Large log cabins scatter across the landscape, connected by winding paths and wooden walkways. Smoke curls lazily from stone chimneys. Children race across open grass laughing while adults chop wood, repair fences an

New Alpha

Footsteps thunder from deeper in the house. My survival instincts decide that the unhinged redhead probably knows more about this situation than I do, so I shove the phone beneath my ass cheek just as a man barrels into the room. He can't be much older than the girl. Maybe mid-twenties. Tall enough that he'd fit right in beside the guys at home, with broad shoulders, dark hair falling into his eyes and the sort of face that probably gets away with far too much. He stops so abruptly his boots skid across the wooden floor. He scans the room, slowly his gaze lands on me. Suspicion narrows his eyes."Did an annoying redhead run through here?" His tone suggests this is not the first time he's asked this question today.I do my best impression of innocence. "No."The lie is terrible.His eyebrows slowly rise. "Really."I nod. "Really."He stares at me.I stare back, completely committed to this ridiculous situation. I point vaguely toward a hallway on the opposite side of the room."I thin

Get The Pup Out

I stand exactly where Raulf delivered me trying very hard not to fidget, in the headquarters of somebody attempting to solve ten impossible problems simultaneously. The woman at the far end of the room continues drawing lines across the display for several seconds, seemingly unconcerned by the fact I'm here, panicking. Without turning around, she speaks. "It's taken you long enough to find us, Fiorenca."Fiorenca. My name. My breath whooshes out in one long huff, that's my full name.I know her voice.Air catches painfully as I try to replenish my depleted oxygen. Every tiny hair on my body has stood upright. Her voice echoes, not in the room, somewhere deep inside my head.'Get the pup out.'The memory slams into me so hard my knees nearly buckle. A large hand settles on my shoulder before my knees can give out completely. Raulf's grip is firm and warm, anchoring me to the room while my mind threatens to disappear somewhere else entirely. The pressure of his hand enough to stop the

Dumb Alpha Boys

A stubborn, vicious part of me that bares its teeth at the very idea of bowing to anyone. The clash happens entirely inside my own body. One half of me wants to submit to an Alpha. The other half looks directly at her and thinks, absolutely fucking not. The resulting sensation is deeply unpleasant, determined to tear myself in half trying to decide what it wants.I can only stare at her. She's my height, maybe an inch taller in the enormous black combat boots planted firmly on the floor. Every inch of her carved from something stronger than ordinary flesh. Wide shoulders stretch beneath a black tank top, powerful arms disappear beneath sleeves of ink that continue across her collarbones and down her chest. She looks dangerous. Her thighs are huge beneath dark combat trousers, built through years of fighting not for aesthetics. She radiates the energy of a person who has spent her entire life surviving things that would destroy anyone else. Thick black curls tumble down her back in

Valentine

My laughter eventually dies a slow, reluctant death.Vaela continues to look offended by my complete lack of werewolf education, while Raulf is one badly timed comment away from laughing himself. I drag a hand across my face and shake my head."So, just to clarify," I say, trying and failing to sound reasonable. "I know I figured out, all by myself I might add, that I have some wolfy tendencies. That part I've got. No way I can turn into one."There's no time to examine it too closely, because Vaela mutters something under her breath that sounds like, "...gonna kill those idiot boys." and strides toward a chair near the wall. Only when she reaches behind it do I notice the weapon leaning there. One handed, she slides out a huge broadsword and secures it across her back."You carry that around?"Vaela glances over her shoulder. "Frequently.""Why?" My voice is all high and squeaky."Chopping heads off." She jerks her head toward the door. "Come."I look at Raulf, he catches the look a

Cousin

Valentine steers me toward the toilet with practised ease. My hand's clamped over my mouth holding back what is about to be extremely embarrassing. My knee caps crunch as I drop down just in time for my body to attempt the ejection of organs that are definitely not attached to my digestive system."Get it out, love. You're good." She soothes me through the first waves.Several deeply humiliating minutes later, I'm kneeling on expensive tile flooring while Valentine holds my hair back with one hand and keeps up a steady stream of conversation. Apparently the phone she'd given me to hide earlier belongs to her brother. He is, in her words, "an arrogant, overgrown testosterone goblin who doesn't believe in privacy." Between bouts of dry heaving I learn she stole his phone in retaliation for guessing the password on hers. Their initially small battle's escalated into a months-long war, which has included him once replacing all the photos in her camera roll with shots of his bare ass. B

Alpha, Omega, Beta. Oh My!

She slides a steaming mug in front of me, plops onto a stool next to me and points at it."Drink.""What is it?" I eye the liquid, scared to sniff in case it triggers a further projectile episode. "To stop you puking."That gets my attention. I scrape it toward me and take a cautious sip. "Mmmm," Whatever it is tastes like honey, ginger and love. The second it hits my stomach, the cramps ease. She's a witch, it's the only explanation."Where are Vaela and Raulf?"Val snorts. "Probably growling at the Alpha stud making you this sick."I chuckle, taking another deep sip. "Try five."She narrows her eyes. "Explain.""Five Alpha studs are making me this sick."Her mouth drops open and she folds in half laughing. Full-body, wheezing, can't breathe laughter. She slaps the counter top repeatedly while trying to inhale."Five," another wheeze. "Five.""Starting to feel judged here," I grumble."No wonder you're puking your ring up!" She points dramatically at me. "That's so much giant Alpha

Green Eyed Monster

The back deck overlooks a valley so beautiful it’s hard to accept it as real. Mountains rise in every direction, their peaks dusted with lingering snow despite the warmth of the afternoon sun, while dense pine forests spill down the slopes like dark green rivers. Below, snaking down through lush green, water rushes over rocks loud enough to hear even from here.Years of choking back city smog have my lungs sighing in relief as I suck in another chestful of clean air, packed full of pine sap and damp earth. Valentine’s wrapped me in a blanket, she decided I’m both emotionally fragile and incapable of regulating my own body temperature. Every few minutes, another curious wolf attempts to wander onto the deck and immediately gets shooed away by her like an aggressive sheepdog.We're curled up on a huge outdoor sofa while she scrolls through videos on her phone. A tiny orange kitten is fighting a vacuum cleaner in the latest one, she’s laughing so hard it’s devolved into snorting. Cat v

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