The Alpha Chose Me by Missy Elliottxo

We fell into a comfortable silence. She was doing whatever she was doing in the kitchen while I sat drinking my coffee. For some reason it felt a little awkward. I had the feeling she wanted to ask me something.

"Did you have a good time at the cabin?".

I frowned. I wasn't sure what she was asking. We went to the cabin for one reason, to mate. Was she trying to ask me how it went? I didn't want to talk about s*x with her.

Especially when it was with her son.

"It was fun. I like the open space".

"Good honey, that's good. You are welcome to use it whenever you want".

I wish I was back there now. Just the two of us. Back in our little love bubble.

"Leah?".

"Yeah?".

"How would you feel about coming to dinner once this is all over?".

Dinner, really? That was what she wanted to ask me? We had family dinner almost every Sunday and I really enjoyed it. It gave us all a chance to catch up and talk about life. "Sure, I'd like that".

"And how would you feel about your dad joining us?".

And there it was.

afraid. I've already told myself its normal to be afraid. Meeting my dad was a big thing. I chewed the inside of my cheek. I knew I had to go through with it one day but was family dinner the right place

uncomfortable. I already knew my answer. If I was going to meet my

poured herself some coffee before coming and sitting opposite

she was

sure you and Jake

face. I swear, it was like I was in a relationship with his

mom". He entered the kitchen fully dressed. Hair still wet from

to head home. Your dads taking me to

at the table drinking my now cold

fine?".

don't know, are

this because of this

won't you let

to hear it. I don't want to hear the lame excuse you're going to give me". I scraped the chair back and got to my feet. My heart rate spiked, I could feel the rage building. And then the words started to flow. I couldn't stop.

And here we are.

couldn't stop the words coming out of

You wanted me to suffer for your f*****g ego". I slammed my hand on the table. The anger cursed through my body, the rage

I was a pushover.

I was weak.

that did me wrong. Him, Lana,