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

dazzling smile and she felt like there was no way she would say no. She hadn’t been out with a man other

She couldn’t remember the last time she had butterflies or good old fashioned nerves. With Cole there was always heat. It hit her so strong and sudden, it clouded her judgment but in front of Ace, she felt

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

“Who was it?” Jaz

few dresses still in her

out to dinner in an hour. Lita sounded shocked and a little scared because the second the door closed, realty wit in. What the hell was she doing? This was messy. Really messy. Ace and Cole

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

exactly sure what she

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Don’t Get Mad Okay?

the second he met her in the lobby. Stace had forcist her into a skin tight pink satin dress that cinched tightly at her waist, accentuating her hourglass shape. She couldn’t wear a bra with it but

look him in the eye. Not to mention they made her legs look like they went on for days. And Jaz wouldn’t let her leave without

form fitted dress shirt with two buttons opened at the top and 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 made it shiny and luscious as it fell slightly over his right eye. His eyes

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 led her outside the hotel to the car

could while they made small talk. He liked dogs, fought at cruiserweight like Cole, and volunteered as a big brother every week. They both preferred Italian and enjoyed re–riding all the attractions at the fair until they felt sick. The conversation was easy and gradually Lita found herself getting

discussed attire so how had they both come fully prepared to be at a fancy dinner? Clearly they weren’t going to

Lita laid her menu down too, meeting his gaze. Ambient lighting brought

“What do you

do you mean,

twirling his wine glass a

like you want to say something?” Her