Page 30 of Alpha Gray

“Am I the only one who thinks this is a terrible idea?” Brock hisses, narrowing his eyes at me. “She’s arecruit, Gray. How are you going to be objective about evaluating her for the squad if you’re fucking her?”

My wolf perks up, a low growl starting in my chest as I fight the urge to punch Brock in the face. “I’m not fucking her,” I retort, folding my arms across my chest.

“Not yet,” Jax adds, waggling his eyebrows.

I shoot him a glare, then return my gaze to Brock. “And even if I was, what’s the big fucking deal? We’re all adults here. If you don’t think I can be objective, then you all can evaluate her and leave me out of it. Problem solved.”

I’m annoyed at how Brock’s coming at me. It’s not like he hasn’t ever been distracted by a female before- as I recall, he had a full-blown relationship with one for about a year before she found her fated mate and left him. He’s been bitter ever since. I get it, but he shouldn’t take his own misfortune out on me.

Brock takes a step toward me. “So you’re more concerned about getting into Fallon’s hot little pussy than you are about getting the new recruits trained up for the squad?”

I reach out and shove Brock, my wolf pushing to the surface again. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that!” I growl. My wolf is enraged; he wants to tear Brock limb from limb for insulting our female. I go to lunge at him again, but Jax holds me back.

Brock just shakes his head, holding his ground. “Look at you, man,” he scoffs. “Your wolf’s out of control. That girl is bad news for you. You should just cut it off, send her home.”

“Come on, Brock,” Jax sighs. He’s still holding me back, though I’ve quit fighting him. All of my energy is going into keeping my wolf at bay. “It’s not that serious, Gray’s just having a little fun.”

I shrug out of Jax’s hold, stepping to the side and crossing my arms indignantly.

“Besides,” Jax continues, “Fallon’s a good fighter. She’d be great on the squad, and you know it. It’d be a waste to send her home just because Gray can’t keep it in his pants.”

I shoot Jax another glare and he just waggles his eyebrows at me teasingly.

Reid has been silent this whole time, standing on the sidelines, but he clears his throat to speak. “Maybe she’s his mate,” he suggests.

We all get quiet, turning to look at him, and Reid just shrugs his shoulders. “You never know,” he mutters.

“Full moon’s this weekend,” Jax adds, clapping me on the shoulder. “If she stays for the run, you could find out…”

I shake my head, shrugging Jax’s hand off my shoulder. “I’m not saying she’s my mate,” I growl. “I’m just having some fun with her, is that such a big fucking problem?”

A tense silence falls over us as I look from Reid, to Jax, to Brock.

“Whatever, Gray,” Brock finally mutters. “Do what you want. Just try to do it on your own time, not in the middle of training.”

I roll my eyes again and blow out a breath. “Yeah, fine.”

“We all good here?” Jax asks, placing one of his hands on my shoulder and the other on Brock’s, like we’re two kids that just had a fight over a toy and need to make up.

“Yeah,” we both mumble in unison.

“Let’s head back,” Reid says, and we all nod, starting off toward the squad complex. We walk silently, and I don’t even cast a glance in Brock’s direction. I know the guy means well, but he just needs to get off my back.

It doesn’t matter what he says, anyways. This morning with Fallon was incredible, and not even his shitty attitude can make me regret it. The little whimpers she made, the way she gave herself over to me so freely, the way her eyelashes fluttered when she was coming… I’m hard again just thinking about it. She’s fuckingperfect.

I know I can’t keep her. There’s no room in my life for a female; no time to nurture a relationship. I’ll be damned if anyone else can have her, though. I finally understand what my wolf has been trying to tell me since day one- Fallon ismine. At least for now.

And for now, that’ll have to be enough.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Fallon

I surprise myself with how easily I can lie to my friends when they ask why I left war games. I guess that’s how it has to be now, though. If I want to keep- whatever this is- going with Gray, I’ve gotta keep it quiet. And Idowant to keep it going. The man’s built like a Greek god and the orgasm he delivered was like glimpsing heaven. I know I should be thinking about training, but all I can think about is how I want him to touch me again… and again, andagain.

I don’t get another opportunity to be with Gray before the weekend comes. They push us hard during training for the next couple days and there aren’t any chances for us to be alone. I steal glances at him every chance I get, though, and he basically eye-fucks me all day long.

After Friday’s afternoon session, the alphas announce the first round of cuts. All of us recruits are a little shook when they wind up cutting ten of the trainees, which seems excessive for only being two weeks in. My friends and I don’t get cut, thankfully, but I know a few of the kids that do. Olly and Summer are two of them, and while I’m relieved that I’ll have a new partner next week, I feel a little bad for Olly. I know I’d be devastated if I got cut. Things are a little awkward around the barracks that night for the kids who got cut as they spend one last night at the complex, packing up and saying their goodbyes.

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