In the Alpha’s Arms

Don’t Get Mad Okay?

A few hours later, just after the sun had set on the city and Lita was lazily relaxing in the hotel room, letting her tired muscles rest, a text came through her phone.

Sorry I was rude. You look….different. Cole was giving her whiplash. One minute he was being the way he was in the hotel lobby, the next he was ignoring her and being rude. And now he was back to testing her? A month of radio silence broken by a flurry of texts. Lita didn’t know what to make

of IL

That didn’t feel like a compliment

it was. Believe me. That made her smile. Was he flirting? Uta couldn’t help but feel frustrated. She liked Cole. There, shed finally admitted it to herself. But she didn’t like the way his behavior fluctuated. Hot and cold. In and out. What happened to being rejected? He was just making everything between them so complicated and it was driving her crazy!

Stop flirting via text if you can’t do it in person. Mr. Alphas–don’t–mare–humans.

Three dots appeared then disappeared. She grumbled, fucking complications

Then a sudden knock came at the door. The others were in the bedroom, picking out outfits for the party later that night so Lita answered it. She pulled it open, surprised to find Ace on the other side, looking freshly showered and positively sinful in a ratty t–shirt and more sweats. His muscles still glistened slightly and they were completely visible under the thin fabric.

He cleared his throat, happy to have caught her staring, “I was wondering if you have plans already for dinner… maybe with, Cole?” Cole? She -tying her best not to think of Cole and yet the universe kept jamming him down her throat

Lita shook her head, “Why would I have plans with Cole?”

Ace’s face flashed disappointment for a split second, I don’t know, I just figured with the way he stared at you, he’d have manned up by now. Guess not.” The last part he’d said under his breath.

Lita couldnt help but be confused. He was talking to her about Cole, when he looked like a hot sex god in a muscle tee? Her emotions were all over the place where Cole was concerned but this felt simple. He wasn’t wishy washy or vague, telling her one thing then doing another. She could do simple. Hell, she could probably do complicated if he smiled at her again

flashed another dazzling smile and she felt like there was no way

good old fashioned nerves. With Cole there was always heat. It hit her so strong and sudden, it

and easy going. His confidence was through the roof, probably because he was sex on a stick and be know it. But it didn’t come off too strong. He was just forward enough to make her feel like the sexiest woman in the room, all just from the way he was looking at her. Cole looked at her like that too, but then he’d follow it up with iciness for a month or his damn girlfriend. Ace nodded happily and

“Who was it?” Jaz

bedroom with a few dresses still in her hands as Lita shut the

hour. Lita sounded shocked and a little scared because the second the door closed, realty wit in. What the hell

bedroom amidst the storm of clothes, “You have to be so hot he doesn’t have an appetite for anything other

she wasn’t exactly sure what

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had forcist her into a skin tight pink satin dress that cinched tightly at her waist, accentuating her hourglass

Not to mention they made her legs look like they went on for days. And Jaz wouldn’t let her leave

slacks that outlined his length whenever he put his right hand in his pocket. She felt her face heat. He’d put product in his hair that

took her hand, using the momentum to circle his arm around her waist, “you’re not going to make this easy,” he whispered into her ear” For a second, their faces were dangerously close, but he pulled back and

the attractions at the fair until they felt sick. The conversation was easy and gradually Lita found herself getting more

didn’t know her and they hadn’t discussed attire so how had they both come fully prepared to be at a fancy dinner? Clearly they weren’t going to struggle with being on the same page. After

gaze. Ambient lighting brought out the little flecks of green in his

“What do you

do you mean,

he smirked, twirling his wine

you want to say something?”