My Hot Alpha

Chpater 3

Then I heard the voices.

My hands were bloody, my knee grazed but I'd be fine. A little embarrassed but at least it was dark and no one else saw.

"Need a hand little one?".

Little one?

"Jake". Alanna warned.

Glancing up a gasp fell from my lips. Who was he and where did he come from? Wait why didn't he have a shirt on? Was I dreaming? I couldn't look away, couldn't break our stare. "You shouldn't talk to your older brother like that Alanna". He finally looked away and I felt like an idiot.

4 guys were stood outside my house shirtless.

It was freezing.

Blinking a few times, I think I may have hit my head on the way down to. Why didn't they have shirts on?

Wiping my hands on my jeans I got to my feet. Everything that was inside the box was now scattered all over the driveway. Sighing I went around picking up all my things. "Jake, please just go away". She begged.

He didn't. He stood staring and I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. That soon disappeared when I noticed what he was holding.

My mom's blanket.

It was old and ragged but it was the only thing I had of hers. I didn't let anyone touch it in the fear it would fall apart. And here he was holding it like some old dishrag. "Jake". Alanna hissed.

was too busy staring at the blanket. I couldn't find my

on the blanket. "Young man I believe what you are holding doesn't

on mine. "I apologise". Handing it over I grabbed it before she could touch

to my face my eyes closing. I didn't care that they

rest can wait until tomorrow. Alanna you are more

to

I'll sort

be back my phones

and made sure the car was locked. What I didn't expect was to find her brother waiting at the bottom of the drive. Tightening the blanket around my shoulder I stopped a few feet from him. "Alanna

to walk away, he grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me flush against him. I froze. What

"Little one". He growled.

I couldn't breathe.

me go". My voice was

grip tightened as he buried his head in the nape of my

baby, you smell like

I couldn't move even if I wanted

don't have to be afraid

had closed my eyes but by the time I opened them he was

wasn't there to begin

was officially

wrist, the way he pulled me to him. He sniffed me for petes sake. Who does that? But weirdly enough even though I was scared I wanted him to touch me

knocking me out of my

had forgotten about