In the Alpha’s Arms

Bonus Chapter- Miss Me?

“Tom” Lita said stiffy, discreetly wiping the rest of her tears and her running nose. “Why am I not surprised you’re skulking about? Are you hoping that if you hang around enough real wolves you’ll become one yourself?”

She relished the startled silence that followed, turning to meet those sharp eyes head–on. He wanted to throw her off but she could dish it too. In a simple pair of slacks and a button–up in a horrible pattern, he screamed spectator. A sleazy spectator at that. His hair had grown since the last time she saw him, the ends swept behind his ears in a cheesy gelled look. He stroked his beard and Lita wanted to vomil.

Tom forced a tight laugh, “I remember you were always funny. You always had a terrible sense of self–preservation too.” He shrugged like it was nothing to drop a gentle threat. There was a time that would have worked on her but that time was long gone.

He tucked his free hand into the slacks that were a size or two too tight. She wondered what awful mafia movie he was trying to emulate. It wasn’t working. Tom flashed her a sneaky grin, “I wondered if I would see you here. Shocking you’d come along after ousting your mother so publicly,”

Lita internally recoiled but she pretended not to care. Tom had money, not the kind of family money Lita or Cole came from, but the kind Brian came from. More than enough to be comfortable but not enough to make a difference with the wealthy. That drive to become wealthy was what kept him in the pocket of every wolf in power. Her mother and Brian’s father included.

“Let me guess, Brian’s been crying on your shoulder? And you walked over here to what… Remind me of how awful you are? Remind me how much I hated to see your pathetic face following Brian like a lost puppy? I hope you don’t think I’d look to you for protection from him? Don’t make me laugh.”

Tom looked down at her, tensing as her weeds struck home. He forced a tight smirk, playing it off like her words meant nothing.

“Was I really so awful? I remember a moment there when you trusted me enough to ask for my help.

“And I distinctly remember you refusing that help like the scum you are. So no thanks. You can take whatever you came over here to say and shove it wherever that lack of help went.”

His eyes burned, studying her like he had comered something new and unexpected. Lita despised looking up at him. He didn’t deserve any sign of submission, not even an accidental one. His size was a natural gift, not one he cultivated with hard work like Cole or Ace. Tom’s broad shoulders and height had intimidated her for years just as it had with Brian. But now, Lita knew it was only a symptom of being an Alpha male. She had yet to meet one that didn’t tower over her but she took heart in knowing that genetics wouldn’t save him. She’d put him on his ass if he touched her. She almost dared him to do it.

I’d love nothing more than to submit another Alpha, Nyx huffed, scratching her paws in agitation. Midnight earned Maxim’s wolf but this a chomped several times, this one would do nicely whining at our feet.

one..

Nyx

For once, Lita didn’t bother curbing Nyc’s bloodlust. Tom wasn’t worthy of the restraint.

here to upset you,” Tom waved his hand in the air as if she’d be able to see his sincerity in it. “I came to see if you were in need of assistance again. I’ve learned from my previous mistakes regarding Brian.” He turned his head in the direction Ace went, “If you’ve found

her wolf spreading out into Lita. She subtly widened her stance and squared her shoulders. He smells as rotten as

knight in shining armor,” Lita snapped. “You would offer to rescue me by sending me home to the person that chained me? How noble.” Lita’s mouth felt full

one of Brian’s oldest friends and the male embodiment of a gossip. He knew everything about anyone of importance. So it didn’t surprise her that he’d found out what happened since she left. It didn’t

her body, or the gleam in his eye every time he noticed a new

eyes out of his head, Nyx barked.

in a doggie bag

a once–over that lingered as usual. “Maybe you don’t need my help, after all, you’re certainly looking better than the last time I saw you.” He turned to run his gaze over the wall too before he said anything, “Ah, I did hear you weren’t able to

Bonus Chapter Miss Me?

if he knew exactly what kind of wolf she was now. If he did, he didn’t seem cuncemed that she’d wipe the floor with him. He probably did know she was an Alpha and he probably still thought his maleness would give him the upper hand. She’d make sure to show him

what I remember, you never

false seriousness, taking a step closer to her. “But it was a delicate subject. What with the car being found nowhere near your home but conveniently within

“It would have been Brian’s mistake. Alpha blood won’t protect a coward in a

lit with surprise, if not a little offense. if he was expecting the weak little Lits he’d known, Tom would be sorely disappointed. That

some claws while you’ve been away?” He asked warily as he crossed

the wall. If things came to blows, she’d hate to ruin the shrine. Nyx

with your new Alpha. Very heartwarming to see that you’re so happy. And in such short order

that testy little smirk of his. Lita wanted to wipe it off his face. “I admit, asking if you were looking for a new master was childish. But, it’s a little funny,

quietly, letting her

reunion I can’t wait to see. He’s been so broken up about

Tum was already gone, swept out from in front of her in a blink. He went from standing a foot away to being pinned

so close without his scent tipping her off? Normally Nyx could

metal

opponent, Lita noted. All the times she’d been afraid of him and in an instant, her mate had reduced him to a sniveling pap. She inhaled again, deeper this time. Cole’s scent was there, she could detect it if she focused, but it was masked beneath soap and heavy fragrances. Almost buried

pale all over. Tom’s wide eyes seemed to refocus on Lita with newfound understanding. She didn’t care about Tom er what be thought as she focused on Cole. His hair was wet, still curling at his nape, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. And in jeans and