Page 121 of Ruled By The Alpha

Her attractiveness was never an issue before I transitioned. I couldn’t hear and scent her so continuously, not like now. Now, she drives me to the edge of madness by simple virtue of her existence in my space.

I need to call my brother about it, frankly, because the urges that are overtaking my every waking moment are… disturbing. I assume it’s a side effect of the virus that turned me into what I am now, but it’s fucking inconvenient. I dislike change.

Striding back to my desk, I fold myself down into my chair, attempting to cross one leg over the other as I pick up a phone to call my older brother, Mitchell. But I can’t cross my fucking legs anymore because my muscles are too thick and big.

I sigh as I call out to the AI that helps me maintain limited connectivity with the only person I care to keep up with.

“AI, call Mitchell please.”

There’s a quick dial-tone, but it ends in nothing. It was a long shot. I’ve seen the news. The alpha legislation, the interviews, it reeks of him. He’s taking on a whole damn government. On the one hand, I admire him. Yet I dread them showing up here to question me about our familial connection.

It’s a good thing I haven’t seen him for years, or the Alpha Task Force would already be up my ass. The security project he and I have been working on for his new home in Canada is strictly off the books.

Sighing, I grab a burner phone out of my desk and call his packmate Ansel. Ansel worked for Mitchell at Bancroft before the virus, and I know they stayed together afterward.

Ansel picks up on the first ring. “Alistair. What’s wrong?”

“I need to speak with my brother about the plans.”

“Not possible at the mo–,”

“Now, Ansel,” I demand. I have no patience today.

“I no longer live with Mitchell’s pack,” Ansel says, his voice thin and testy. “But I can get a message to him. You’re due for a systems update anyhow. Things have been a little dicey, but he’s probably ready to pick it back up.”

He’s barely finished before I respond. “Have him call me. I finished the system specs and I need to update him. Plus, I have some other questions.” A quick click and the call is done.

Frowning, I reach for my coffee and take a sip. It’s already cooled, and I hate it when that happens. I consider buzzing Evangeline to replace it, but decide not to. Then she’ll strut back in here again in her frumpy outfit. It does nothing to hide the gorgeous, curvaceous figure underneath. There is no suitable amount of clothing that can hide breasts big enough to spill from both my hands together.

Stop fantasizing about your employee that way,I chide myself.

I bury myself in work, keeping an eye on the clock so I’m not late for my haircut. Thankfully, it takes my mind off the beautiful assistant I’m dying to fuck.

When my monitor clock reads 4:57pm, I stand quickly and straighten my sweater, grabbing my cell and the burner in case Mitchell calls. Then I leave my office, taking the coffee cup with me.

Precisely two minutes later, I enter the kitchen quietly, surprising Evangeline. She squeaks and jumps when she closes the refrigerator door and I’m standing there. The way she steps back ramps up a deep-rooted desire to chase and dominate her. It rides me now in a way it never did before I became an alpha.

Growling, I set the coffee cup down on the counter as Evangeline composes herself, smoothing her shirt as she looks at the cup, then up at me. “You didn’t drink it? Was something wrong?”

“I got sidetracked.” My voice sounds hoarse and husky to my own ears, needy and wanting. It does things to her body. When I speak, her nipples pebble, and then she clenches those thick thighs together. And no matter what we’re discussing, even the godforsaken weather, if I speakandlook at her, she blossomsunder my scrutiny, the scent of her arousal filling the air until I think I might go mad if I don’t get a taste of her.

I can’t act on any of that–she works for me–but as the days and weeks drag on, she is becoming a temptation that’s more and more difficult to resist. Precisely why I need to speak with my brother. If anyone can understand these… urges and how to get rid of them, it will be him.

“Ready for your haircut?” she asks me, her voice wavering only slightly. She’s not afraid of me, but she pauses. And what she doesn’t say concerns me the most. Because what she’s not voicing aloud is a deep ache for me. A highly sexual desire that’s practically a living thing between us at this point. She has always wanted me.

That is a problem.

“Ready.” I step forward and around her to sit at the table and she turns to allow me space, but even as she does, her breasts nearly touch me. Turning myself sideways, I slide past her as she sucks in a quiet breath, not meeting my eyes. I stop my forward movement right in front of her, and place my fingertip underneath her chin, tilting her face up to see me.

Her expression quickly settles into something neutral as she meets my gaze. I take a step forward, until the very tip of her breasts touch my abs, and growl. The sound of her galloping heartbeat fills my ears, sending electric energy down the back of my neck and spine. There’s a tightening of every muscle, my body poised to pounce on my prey.

Still, her gaze doesn’t waver, which surprises me. I would expect her to look away, to show the meek, delicate side of her personality she always does. But gray eyes lock onto mine as her cheeks flush, that beautiful pink tinge traveling down her chest and neck, where now, her breasts heave slightly in her shirt, her breath coming in quick gasps.

Fucking hell, what am I doing? I drop her chin, step around her and seat myself in my usual chair, crossing one ankle over my knee. It’s the best I can do with these thighs.

For a brief moment, Evangeline does nothing, but I hear her breath come in quick, measured beats. Then she clears her throat and paces around the island, stopping just behind me to clip a towel around my neck.

She moves so quietly for a normal, not that I see many non-transitioned humans these days. But occasionally, they come to tend the garden and grounds, or to fix something. I hide myself away. Being an alpha is still a crime–for now–although with my brother taking the government on directly, that could change.

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