Page 37 of Alpha Chase

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Chase

SomanythingsaboutVienna Vega frustrate the hell out of me. The way she rolls her eyes whenever she sees me, like my presence has just ruined her fucking day. That little hair toss she does when she folds her arms across her chest in indignation. Her constant smartass responses to whatever I say, like she’s figured out exactly how to push my buttons. That ever-present flicker of defiance whenever I get close. But the worst, by far, is that despite all of that, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s beginning to border on obsession.

I keep thinking of those lips, so full and soft, and how perfect they’d look wrapped around my cock. How those big brown eyes would probably swim with flecks of bronze while she looks up at me, eyes glassy as I bump the back of her throat. I could twist that long black hair into a rope, wind it around my hand and pull. And those tits… I haven’t seen them bare yet, but the dress she was wearing Saturday night gave me a damn good mental image of what they must look like. I can only imagine how they must feel, how they’d look in my hands. I wonder if she’d let me push them together, slide my dick between them, and…

“Fuck,” I groan, warm jizz spilling onto my hand.

Yeah, I jacked off thinking about her… again. It’s become my new vice to relieve the tension, something that takes the edge off far better than booze and weed can these days. The more I do it, though, the more my own imagination isn’t enough. I’m like an addict jonesing for a fix- I need to see her again, touch her again.

Honestly, I probably just need to fuck her out of my system. That has to be what this is, right? She’s the only girl that isn’t lining up for a chance to be with me, and it’s driving me fucking crazy. Maybe if she just gives it to me once, that’ll be enough for me to move the fuck on and go back to how things used to be.

But what if it’s not enough? What if it only makes this obsession worse?

I grab a wadded-up t-shirt off the floor and clean myself up, forcing myself out of bed and into the shower. I keep the water cold so I’m not tempted to go for round two with my hand, then towel off and get dressed. Grabbing my truck keys on the way out of my room, my mind’s set on what I’m going to do today as I head downstairs.

“Hey, hold up.”

I skid to a stop on my way out the front door of the packhouse, turning to glance over my shoulder. Rob’s stalking toward me, looking worn down and haggard like he always does these days.

Fuck.I can’t catch a break with this guy- our interactions have been increasingly hostile lately, like he’s just trying to find reasons to give me a hard time. Not that he has to dig very deep for ways that I’m fucking my life up.

“Where are you headed?” he asks, voice rough with exhaustion.

I slide my truck keys into my pocket. “Out.”

His eyes flash in irritation at my clipped answer, but as always, he remains stoic and composed. “We have to talk about the full moon run.”

“What about it?” I ask, unable to mask my irritation half as well as he does.

Rob folds his arms, the frown lines beside his mouth prominent. “It’s coming up in a couple weeks. Are you planning on leading it?”

I heave a sigh, kicking the door closed and turning toward him as I scrub a hand over my face. “Maybe. Sure. I don’t know. Do we have to talk about this now?” Sometimes I swear it’s Rob’s sole mission to ruin my day.

“Yeah, we do,” Rob grinds out. “It’s the third moon since your dad left us…”

“He didn’t leave,” I snap. “He died.” A sharp sting pinches in my chest, my throat tightening. I close my fist around the keys in my pocket, the sharp metal digging into my palm.

I fucking hate when people sugar-coat death with ‘nice’ words.

‘He passed.’

‘He left.’

‘He went to be with the goddamn angels.’

Just call it like it is- he fuckingdiedand he’s gone forever. And let’s not forget the reason he died, because that one’s on me. It’s written all over Rob’s face every time he hazards a glance in my direction.

I’m the reason he lost his best friend.

I’m the reason our pack lost its Alpha.

I’m the reason that both of my parents are dead and gone.

“It’s the third moon...” Rob repeats, swallowing down his disdain and continuing. “It’s customary for the new Alpha to be inducted within three full moons. So should we plan on inducting you…?”

“I don’t know, Rob,” I grumble, yanking my hands from my pockets. I look down to see a smear of blood on my palm from where my keys dug in. “Do whatever you want. I’ve got somewhere to be.”

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