Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

My face burns with embarrassment and confusion, a rush of emotions coursing through me, and some I'm struggling to understand. It is maddening - this inexplicable attraction to him that seems to come out of nowhere. In frustration, I growl at him, "This is your fault because you've sired my wolf when you healed

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me!

His eyes sparkle with mischief as his smile grows even wider, the sharp points of his canines peeking out from behind his lips. He laughs, before releasing me from his grip. I glare at him, still feeling the heat in my cheeks

"You shouldn't do that," I warn him, trying to regain some control of my body. But instead of

taking me seriously, he turns away from me to wash himself. I glare at his back before my eyes and can't help but follow the trail of water droplets running down his strong shoulders, along the curve of his muscular back, and finally to the swell of his ass. When he turns around, my gaze lands on his cock-long, veiny and thick. I gulp at the size of it

"Still think you wouldn't have noticed if I slept with you?" he laughs, clearly enjoying my discomfort. As I lift my gaze to his face, I feel the heat in my cheeks intensify. All the blood in

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"And she says she's not a virgin; your blush says otherwise," he teases, stepping closer and stepping under the water to rinse himself off

Feeling caught out and exposed, I stare at the wall, not knowing where else to look. Moments

later, he hops out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. "I left you a towel on the basin," he informs me, walking out of the bathroom

I stand there, the water still cascading down my body. My mind races with conflicting emotions

I can't deny the fierce attraction that pulses between us, but I am also terrified of what it could mean. For me, for my pack, and for my relationship with my father if he finds out Zayn has sired my wolf before I even have a chance to meet her. The thought of my father finding out about this sends a shiver down my spine, one that has nothing to do with the cool air hitting my wet skin. If he truly has, this is bad, he'll have influence over my wolf, influence over me

As I finish showering, I mull over Alpha Zayn's words, trying to make sense of everything that happened last night, but I draw a blank, my

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memory completely gone

Hopping out, I wrap the towel around my body

My thoughts continue to swirl as I get dressed in the clothes he had left for me - men's clothes that are too big, but carry his intoxicating scent

As I step out of the bathroom, I try to regain my composure, preparing myself for whatever lay ahead

But even with the uncertainty and fear, part of me feels alive, electric. And inexplicably drawn to the puzzling Alpha who has so thoroughly turned my world upside down and is on the verge of getting me murdered by my father

Trying to explain one run in with the Alpha was bad enough. How the heck will I explain spending the night with him? My father must be raising the alarm as we speak. What if Deacon went to my house looking for me, or if Lydia

saw him take me, and told my father? Panic slivers through my veins at that thought

Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Zayn waiting for me. The scent of him clings to the fabric, simultaneously comforting and maddening. I know I should be furious with him for siring my wolf - but I find I can't bring myself to hate him for it considering he did stop anything from possibly happening to me. But it's the only thing that explains the strange attraction I have toward the man

"Please tell me we aren't leaving your pack with me dressed like this?" I whine, tugging at the clothes once I am dressed. As I do, my pants fall down, prompting a shriek from me as I scramble to pull them back up. Zayn laughs, his eyes dancing with amusement as he reaches over to help me. He grabs the waistband, hoisting them up so high I can almost tuck my breasts in them,

I hiss when he gives me a wedgie, front and back. I glare at him, and he laughs but ties the drawstring again before stepping away, so I can try to pull his sweats from my crack. Great, now I have to walk around with a wedgie and cameltoe "Come on," he chuckles, guiding me toward the door. Reluctantly, I follow him, unable to shake the feeling that I am walking straight into the wolf's den once home. We make our way through the grand hallways of his packhouse, eventually emerging outside, where my car is waiting?

"L had my brother bring it back for you," he tells me, gesturing toward the vehicle, another thing I have no memory of. He then leads me to his own car, opening the door for me. I hesitate for a moment before sliding into the plush leather seat. The interior of his car is sleek, with a

glossy black finish. It was the kind of car most people could only dream of owning - but for Zayn, it was just another luxury in his life, while it gives me anxiety in case I break something, or scuff it with my shoes

Zayn hops in and puts the key in the ignition

"You aren't taking me into the city, are you?" I ask nervously as he starts the car. "My father will murder me if he catches me with you."