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

felt like there was no way she would say no. She hadn’t been out with a man other than Brian in.ever?

hour.” She shifted nervously. She couldn’t remember the last time she had butterflies or good old fashioned nerves. With Cole there was always heat.

sexiest woman in the room, all just from the way he was looking at her. Cole looked

“Who was it?” Jaz

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

dinner in an hour. Lita sounded shocked and a little scared because the second the door closed,

room, pulling Lita back into the bedroom amidst the storm of

sure what she got

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skin tight pink satin dress that cinched tightly

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 putting some waves in her hair. Lita applied her

couldn’t help but feel the same. He was in a 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

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 service waiting in valet, “After you.” He stood back while

the ride Ace sat as far away as he 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 more and more comfortable with the

they pulled up the restaurant, he helped her out like a perfect gentleman and kept his hand hovering just at her lower back until they were seated. The place was nicer than she’d expected it to be. After all, he 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

menu down too, meeting his gaze. Ambient lighting brought out the little flecks of green in

“What do you

do you mean,

smirked, twirling his wine

like you want to say something?” Her brows