Page 63 of Alpha Gray

I hate to see her go, butdamn, I love to watch her leave.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Fallon

I push open the nearest door to the squad complex, hanging a right to go to the squad dorms instead of taking my usual left into the trainee barracks. Everything that has transpired over the last twelve hours has my brain completely scrambled and I just have to tell someone about it. And by someone, I mean my sister.

I speed-walk down the hallway to her room, testing the door handle. It’s unlocked, and I don’t mean to throw it open as hard as I do. As the door collides with the wall on the other side, I rush in to see a very startled Brooke sitting on her bed, her legs crisscrossed beneath her and her laptop resting upon them.

“Hi! Sorry…” I grab for the handle again, swinging the door closed gently.

“Is everything okay?!” Brooke asks, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “You scared me half to death!” I spin around to face her, leaning back against the door and grinning. I don’t even know where to begin- I’m riding such a high that I feel invincible right now.

Brooke scrunches her nose, studying me for a moment. “What the heck are you wearing?”

I burst out laughing, folding over at the waist. “Oh, Brookie,” I say, staggering across the room to her. I lean over the bed throw my arms around my sister, hugging her sideways. “I had thebestnight.”

As I pull away, Brooke still looks confused. She’s right, though- as kind as it was of Holly to lend them, these clothes look ridiculous on me. I cross the room to Brooke’s dresser, pulling open the top drawer and rifling through it. I retrieve a sports bra, moving onto the next drawer down to search for some running shorts.

“What did you…” Brooke starts to ask, and I whip around with a coy smirk on my face.

It’s like I can see her wheels turning, the pieces clicking into place. She draws a short gasp, her jaw going slack. “You didn’t…”

My mouth spreads into a wide grin, totally giving me away.

“Oh my gosh!” Brooke picks her laptop up off of her lap, moving it onto the bed beside her. She uncrosses her legs and slides them over the edge, rising to her feet. “With Alpha Gray?”

I roll my eyes. “Duh. Who else?” I turn back to the dresser, resuming my search for a pair of shorts. I quickly find some, pulling them out and closing the drawer with my hip.

“What was it like?” she asks, wide-eyed as she moves toward me.

I clutch the shorts and bra to my chest, staring upwards dreamily. “Amazing.”

As I change into Brooke’s clothes, I tell her all about my night with Gray- though I leave out some of the raunchier details. We move to sit on the bed and she keeps listening intently, hanging on my every word, incredulous.

“So you stayed the night and everything?”

“Yep,” I grin. I think back fondly to how warm and safe it felt to sleep in Gray’s arms. My wolf would’ve been content to stay there forever. “And for breakfast this morning,” I add.

“Hecookedfor you?!” Brooke asks, her mouth hanging open again.

“No, no,” I laugh. “His beta did. We had breakfast with his family- Gray said they’re basically his family, too.” I try to keep my tone nonchalant, like this was just a typical Sunday.

Truthfully, the breakfast this morning is what has me really scrambled. This thing between Gray and I is supposed to be purely physical, but this morning, he basically welcomed me into his everyday life. I loved it- Deke and Holly are great, Mason’s adorable, and when Gray’s around them, he’s more relaxed, more himself. I never meant to, but I’m catching feelings- and it’s scary as hell.

Brooke cocks an eyebrow. “Breakfast with the family, eh? Sounds like it’s getting pretty serious…”

I shake my head. “No, it’s not like that,” I grumble.

“C’mon,” Brooke rolls her eyes, sighing. “You lost your virginity to the guy, you have to feelsomethingfor him.”

She’s right, but I can’t quite figure out what it is yet.

I heave a sigh, pushing up off of the bed. “It’s just sex, Brooke. There doesn’t have to be some big meaning behind it.” I lean down to pick up Holly’s clothes off of the floor and start folding them. I’ll have to figure out how to get them back to her.

“So it didn’t mean anything?”

I turn back to look at Brooke, and she’s got her arms folded across her chest, her eyes narrowed. I should’ve known that my twin would see right through my detached attitude.

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