Read Alpha Divided (Alpha Girl Book 3) Online
Authors: Aileen Erin
Alpha Divided (Alpha Girl Book 3)
First Published by Ink Monster, LLC in 2014
Ink Monster, LLC
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ISBN 9780996086417
Copyright © 2014 by Ink Monster LLC
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Contents
For my husband,
Thank you for being patient and endlessly supportive as I wrote two books at once.
I can’t do it without you.
I love you tons.
Chapter One
The sun burned bright against my face. I sat on the teak table, reclining on my elbows in my parents’ backyard. The scent of sizzling beef made my mouth water. My stomach growled, and I knew I’d eat at least a dozen burgers before all was said and done. For the first time since I’d been turned into a werewolf, that didn’t feel totally weird.
My birthday barbecue was off to a solid start. Everyone had been goofing off since we got here. I let their voices wash over me as I grinned. Axel—my brother—and Adrian were talking witchy stuff as they tossed a football back and forth. The rhythmic slapping of their hands against the ball was unexpectedly soothing. Mom was inside, making side dishes to go with the burgers. Dad was at his usual post, tending the meat.
Chris and Meredith were asking Donovan about strategies he’d used against vampires. Donovan showed them a move that sent Chris flying into a nearby tree and I snickered.
“Way to show him,” I yelled.
Dastien sat on the bench beside my feet, running his fingertips up and down my leg and sparking waves of goose bumps. His ever-present calmness seeped into me, and I was content to close my eyes and sit in the quiet, soaking up some rays while we waited for food.
“Tessa. You know you can’t get tan anymore?” Meredith broke me out of my Zen state.
I cracked one eye open. She was nearly recovered from her run-in with the curse gone bad. It’d only been two days, but she’d managed to gain back some of the weight she’d lost during the ordeal. She’d changed her dyed hair from pink back to blue, and I liked it better. The color made her bright blue eyes pop. But then I was a little biased. I’d kill for blue eyes. Mine were dark brown.
Meredith munched on chips as she hopped onto the table next to me.
“What are you talking about? Of course I can get tan.” I bumped her shoulder with mine. “This is me sitting under the sun, getting a healthy dose of rays. I’m half Mexican. My skin browns.”
“Not anymore.” This from my mate, Dastien.
I sat up. I liked having a little color. I’d been a pasty shade of white, but I wanted to rectify that before the weather turned cold. “What? Why not?”
“The sun has to damage your skin before it can tan. You’re healing your skin cells too fast to tan,” Meredith said.
I groaned as I stared down at my pasty legs. I’d worn shorts specifically so I could get some color. “I’m seriously never going to tan again?”
“Nope.”
Oh, man. Just when I thought I had the whole being-a-werewolf thing figured out, something else popped up. “Dastien?”
“Yes,
cherie
.”
“You bit me and now I’ll be pasty-pale for the rest of my life. I officially hate you. The ceremony’s off. Call Mr. Dawson. Tell him it’s done-zo mugun-zo.” I tried to pull my foot away from him, but he gripped my ankle. I gave him my best I’m-pissed-at-you face, but the jerk grinned back at me, showing off his dimples.
Those two dents in his cheeks got to me every damned time I saw them. It was a little pathetic how easily he could win me over.
Dastien’s gaze roved over my bare legs, taking in my shorts and tank top, before meeting my eyes. Heat burned me from head to toe. He stood and leaned over me, running his nose up the side of my neck. “You love me,” he whispered against my ear.
“Not anymore,” I lied.
He placed a kiss on my neck. “I can hear your heart racing.” His voice was gravelly and I shivered. He moved to kiss my lips but hovered a centimeter away and then pulled back.
I grabbed his T-shirt, tugging him back to me.
“Kisses are for people who actually love me,” he said, but he let me pull him down anyway.
“Fine. Ceremony’s back on. Against my better judgment, I love you. Even if I’m going to be pale for the rest of my life.” I stopped him right before his lips touched mine. “And I better be the only one who gets kisses.”
He chuckled. “From me? Of course.” He pressed his mouth to mine, and my stomach did a nice flip-flop.
A chorus of gagging noises sounded around us, but I didn’t care if we were grossing out our friends. I deepened the kiss for a second. His tongue barely touched mine before he moved back.
“Your dad’s over there,” he whispered.
Whoops. “Right. Well, maybe you could stop trying to make out with me.”
“And maybe you could stop pretending you don’t love me anymore.”
“Touché, Mr. Laurent.”
A throat cleared next to us. I pulled back to find Dad giving us the stare down. “Sorry, Dad.” I gave him a sheepish smile. “But hey, it’s my birthday. I’m eighteen. I can do what I want, right?”
Dad raised an eyebrow. His hip was cocked to the side, and he held out a grill spatula, ready to smack Dastien if he got too handsy.
“Within reason, of course,” I added.
“Mmm.” He sounded skeptical, but the apron he was wearing, which read ‘Why you all up in my Grill?’ killed some of his intimidation factor.
Time to change the subject. “How’re the burgers?” My stomach rumbled again, and Meredith put a giant bowl of Doritos in my face. I grabbed a handful and shoved them in my mouth.
“Nearly done, kiddo. We’re five away on this batch.”
That meant that thirty burgers were almost ready. Dad had upgraded to a giant custom-made grill after the whole going wolfy thing. Even though I lived at St. Ailbe’s—everyone’s favorite boarding school for werewolves—my parents liked me to come home for Sunday lunches now that I was considered stable and allowed off campus. I was welcome to bring friends, but werewolves ate way more than humans did. Thus, the super-sized grill.
“I’ll get the buns ready.” Meredith helped me line up plates and we dropped two buns on each one.
“Who wants cheese?” Dad called out.
Everyone yelled out some form of ‘yes’ or ‘me’.
Dad chuckled. “How about this, then? Anyone not want cheese?”
Silence. As it should be.
I handed Dad the stack of cheese slices and he got to work.
Once everyone had burgers and Dad had reloaded the grill, we settled down around the table. Meredith sat next to Donovan. His chin-length wavy brown hair was tucked behind his ears, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off his new mate.
“You guys are so cute,” I said.
Meredith tossed a chip at me, and I successfully caught it in my mouth. I raised my hands in the air. “That is how it’s done, ladies and gentleman.” I couldn’t believe how much my coordination had improved over the last few weeks. Before, I’d have been extremely lucky not to get an eye full of salt and vinegar.
Adrian kept chatting about magic stuff with my brother. Axel looked a lot like me. We had the same dark brown hair that tended to curl more than either of us liked. Adrian had darker skin, and his black hair was a little spiky. I liked that they got along so well. For the longest time, Axel had been my best friend—my only friend. I didn’t want him feeling excluded now that I was a Were.
Mom scanned the table, making sure that everyone’s plates were full. She smiled and turned to Chris. “How is your latest piece coming? The sculpture of the tree?”
Chris waved his hands as he described the way he was constructing the limbs.
I sat between Dad and Dastien. It was a good spot. Two of the most important guys in my life.
Looking around the table made me feel full, not because of the mountain of food, but because of the changes that’d happened in the past few months. This was the first birthday I’d ever had friends over to celebrate with me. It meant a lot.
So much had changed, and even if it had been hard, it felt like all of that was for a purpose. Now that I got to have moments like these, I really truly appreciated them for what they were.
Mom once told me that the bad days were there so you could really enjoy the good ones. It’d been at a time in my life when I was having nothing but bad days, and it hadn’t gotten any better. For years.
I could see her point now. She was right. If I had to go through years of bullying to get here, then that was okay by me. This was amazing.
Maybe it wasn’t much. A handful of friends and some burgers. But to me, it was everything.
Dastien kissed the top of my head. “You okay?” He could feel my emotions through our bond, and when I wanted to, I could speak to him through it.
I looked up into his amber-colored eyes. “Yeah. Really okay.”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.” I took a big bite of my burger.
Then dad dropped the bomb. “So, I want to talk to you two about the ceremony tonight.”
I started to choke. Yup. Today had been going just a little too well. A little too perfectly. This was probably the last thing I wanted to talk about with my father. Especially in front of everyone.
The blissful moment was officially over.
Dastien patted my back as I coughed and gulped down Mom’s homemade lemonade. “Sure,” I said when I could talk again. “What about it?”
“From what Michael’s told me, this is like getting married. You turned eighteen today, which means you’re still way too young to be so serious—especially about someone you barely know.”
Oh jeez.
The problem was that I used to agree with him, so I didn’t really have a leg to stand on. Even a week ago, the thought of going through the whole bonding ceremony had given me severe heart palpitations, but somewhere in the last forty-eight hours, my perspective had changed. When I finally shifted forms, I’d let go of what I thought my life was going to be like and accepted what it was now. Being wolfy no longer scared me, and I was more than ready for the ceremony. It would cement my bond to Dastien, and that was something I wanted more than anything.
Dad was right about one thing, though. It was like getting married, except for werewolves, there was no such thing as divorce.
Do you want to wait?
Dastien asked through our bond.
You bit me. I think it’s a little too late for you to back out.
I’m not backing out. I’m just trying to consider your father’s position.
“If I might say something.” Chris smiled, but I was all too aware of the apology in his eyes. He was going to say something I might not like.
“Sure,” Dad said.
My heart sped. I had no idea what might come out of Chris’ mouth—he could be a little unpredictable at times—and if Dad was already worried…
“They can talk to each other without speaking and read each other’s emotions,” Chris said. “So they’re pretty much as together as they can be already.”
Why the hell was he bringing this up? It only made us sound like freaks. And honestly, it was something that I was still adjusting to.
Dad twisted to stare at me more fully. “You can?”
