The Alpha's Other Woman by Vielle Nye (read a book .txt) 📗

"I need you to assign someone to accompany Carrie to her work tomorrow. I'm thinking Randy, if he has time, or Max."

"Sure, Alpha."

"Don't bother us unless it's important."

"How important? Wolf fights or camp burning down importance level?" Porter asked with a grin as Jason already began to draw us away.

"Let's say anything at the fight-to-the-death level or higher," Jason said with a grin over his shoulder as we neared his trailer.

"Sure, Alpha."

The door shut behind us. I pulled my bag away from him and went to the room I had first claimed when I arrived.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jason asked, following me into the room

"Putting my stuff away."

"Now you're worried about neatness? And I hope you don't think you're sleeping in here, because you're not," he said, and he grabbed me and carried me across the hall. I shrieked, but my fight was completely fake. I was just planning to use the room for its closet.

He tossed me on the bed and landed on me before I had even stopped bouncing. "Alpha Jason," I said.

His mouth was by my ear. "You can knock off the alpha title. I wasn't born like most alphas with a silver spoon shoved up my ass, Carrie."

I laughed at his words—the man really understood how most alphas ticked—as much as at his breath tickling my neck. "I was a delta, and I wasn't even born into a delta family. I worked for that."

His gravelly voice made shivers run up my spine and down my back.

"And now, I'm building my own pack. It's dirty work, and I hope you're up for it, because now that we're marked, you're not going anywhere, not while I have any say over it. I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, Carrie."

"I do." I just hoped he wouldn't regret what he’d gotten himself into once he found out more about my past, but even that thought disappeared when he kissed me again.