Page 53 of Step Alpha

When Rayne still hasn’t emerged by ten a.m., I barge into her room.

No, I don’t bother knocking. I still own her, even if I did let her sleep in the bed last night.

She’s awake, leaning against her pillows, working on her ancient laptop. I see the flash of her feet on the screen.

She tries to close the cover of the laptop, but I snatch it from her before she can. It’s the same stuff I saw before–her Patreon account where she’s posting photos and videos. Looks like she also has an Onlyfans account. She has a great business head, apparently.

I read the comments.

Damn, these guys are really hot for her.

“Is this safe, Runt?”

“Of course it is.”

“No one knows your real name or where you live?”

“I’m not an idiot, Wilde.”

“And all you show is your feet, right?” That’s all I saw before. It’s the only reason I didn’t go apeshit when I found it. I mean, feet aren’t pornographic to me. I get that they are for her patrons, but I don’t feel like I have to kill anyone because they’ve seen them. If they were looking at her ass, I would hunt every last motherfucker down.

Even I have to admit, her feet are damn cute. In some of the pictures she wears adorable toe rings, and she changes the color of toenail polish to various vibrant colors.

“Yes, just my feet. Not that it’s your business.”

“Wrong. Everything about you is my business.”

“Wilde, shouldn’t you be worrying about your court case? And figuring out how to get the charges dropped, so you can go back to school?”

There’s kindness in her tone–and genuine curiosity–and that’s the only reason I don’t immediately shut her down.

“I don’t want to go back.”

There. I admitted it to her. The thing I hadn’t even quite admitted to myself.

I’m a bit surprised when I see compassion in her gaze. She rises up on her knees on the bed, and it gets my dick rock hard. “Yeah, but you’ll be kicked out of the pack if you don’t resolve it. It’s kind of a lose-lose situation for you.”

I drop her laptop on the bed and tunnel my hand through my hair. “You noticed that, too, huh?”

“Did you admit anything when you were taken into jail?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t say a word.”

“Were they even your drugs?”

I stare at her, surprised that of all the people who might have wondered that she’s the only one who actually did. “What makes you ask that?”

“Why are you dodging the question?”

Smart girl.

I suddenly can’t keep my hands off her. I wrap my hands around her upper arms and deadlift her into the air to dangle her over the floor for a moment before I drop her softly to her feet.

“Worry about your own shit, Rayne.” I smack her ass. “I made pancakes.”

“For me?” She twists to look at me over one shoulder. She sounds shocked.

I snort. “What, you thought I just made them for myself and ate them all?”

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