The Alpha's Gamble - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Noah
Fuck. Her body was limp on my shoulder when I carried her through the house. I had been watching her all night and counting the cups she poured. Ten. Ten fucking cups not counting the times she chugged straight from the bottles, wrapping her lips around the head and twisting it to create a larger flow. And her mixes? Pfft, it was 90% liquor and a few drops of mix, and that’s me being generous. Why the fuck was she turning her body into a wasteland?
“That’s a dumb fucking question,” Onyx said in the back of my head. My wolf had his own opinions which was good, they were even better when he kept them to himself.
“Are you alive back there?” I asked when I carried her over the threshold to her room. The door hung off its hinges, creaking when it started to fall off completely, but she knew the deal and decided to lock it. So, fuck it.
I pulled away the cover, and her scent lifted like a cloud from the bed and surrounded us as I put her down. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slow but she had a pulse. If a human would drink as much as she did, they’d be sleeping in the morgue. I couldn’t help myself when my eyes landed on her face, searching her skin and the mole she had on her temple by her hairline.
When I touched her cheek, dragging her hair away from her face, Maddie grabbed my hand and rested her fingers on mine. Slender and long with a perfectly pink polish. Dude, what the fuck was I doing. I stepped back and shook my head; she intruded into our home with that slithering snake of a mother of hers.
Her lips parted in a quiet breath, and I turned my head an inch when I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. I covered her up and put and looked around her room. It looked like a showroom, impersonal and clinically clean. I saw what I needed in the corner by her desk and I grabbed the trash bin, put it by the bed, and flipped her on the side with a pillow stuffed behind her back.
When I was about to turn around, I did a double take, her eyes were flickering under her eyelids and she fisted the blanket until her knuckles turned white.
“What the fuck?” I said lowly and took a step toward her.
“Is she okay?” Logan asked from the door.
I did a once over and turned around, hitting the lights on the way out.
“She’s fine.” I moved against him, and he stepped back into the hallway, his eyes lingering on the bed where Maddie was sleeping, drunk out of her fucking mind. I knew the second my father told me that he was fucking Maddie’s mom, Clara, that they would both become an inconvenience. One was a gold digger, and the other was a mini version- I’m sure of it. Anything for a comfortable life, and they sure have it now.
Something itched in me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it- and I didn't have to when Logan’s face twisted into a sadistic grin and his eyes narrowed on me. He slapped a hand on my shoulder and flicked his head to his room down the hall.
Logan had a plan—of course, he did. It didn’t take more than ten seconds for my brother to figure out the next step and continuously dig a deeper hole, but it never failed to impress me how he always managed to find a way out of whatever pit he got himself in. And if anything, he was more enthused than ever, considering who we were going against.
Logan opened the door and Landon was waiting for us inside. My eyes landed on his proud grin and I fisted the handle, slowly closing the door behind me. Nate sat in the corner, impatiently tapping his foot and shifting on the chair.
Maddie was sound asleep in her room, and Landon’s face was twisted in pleasure and contempt.
“She accepted?” Landon’s thick British accent rang out in anticipation.
“She did.” I stepped closer. “Do you have the tape?” I ignored the ants running up my legs making me restless.
“Right here,” he pressed play before handing me his phone.
The second I heard her moans I felt that same creeping sensation, a tightness in my chest and I pressed on the soundbar to shut it up.
There it was, Landon, fucking Maddie in the back of the club, my wolf stirred in the back of my mind, snarling and clawing at the floor bank and threatening to push through.
Why the fuck was he acting up?
I nodded; he did a good job, and he had what we needed. There was just one more thing that had to be resolved before we continued. I wrapped my fingers around the phone and locked eyes with Landon. My fist cut through the air and made an imprint on his jaw with a comforting crack when his head twisted to the side, but before he fell, I grabbed Logan’s bat from the corner and pounded the top against his crotch- I grabbed his throat to keep him from folding over.
Landon’s face was red as fuck and he breathed through the pain which wouldn’t last as long as I would’ve wished. I could tell how badly he wanted to fold, to cower and hold his crushed balls.
But first, he had to listen.
“You use this tape to extract sexual favors from her again, and I will cut your dick off with a nail cutter and watch while you chew on it.” He stood on his toes, and I tightened my grip. “Are we clear?”
“Y-yes,” he choked.
There wasn’t enough blood or pain, his face was now red from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain and the imprint on his face was gone.
Fuck.
Breathe.
What’s wrong with you?
I let him go and kept a cool head, but I felt Logan’s eyes on me, my little brother was the only one who could read me, and it pissed me off. His face contorted in a questioning grimace.
“Keep it safe,” I said and handed Landon his phone back. Maddie was desperate when we offered her the help, we knew she’d take it, she didn’t have a choice but to trust us. However misplaced her trust may have been. They never should have come here, her and Clara, they should’ve stayed in their corner of our pack- pining over the loss of Maddie’s father and Clara should’ve moved on with someone suitable for her. The store clerk would’ve been more up her alley. Anyone but my father. But now they’re here, Clara is sleeping where my mother used to sleep, my dad is spending his money on that whore who thinks she can slither her way into this family and her daughter was no better. Blind for the life my father offered them, desperate to please her mother like a good little girl, Maddie walked around pretending she deserved it- everything they’d been given. Fuck that.
“We start tomorrow,” I said slumped down on my brother’s bed, crossing my arms under my head and listening as Logan went over the plan and ignoring his eyes that occasionally glared my way.
Fuck. Her body was limp on my shoulder when I carried her through the house. I had been watching her all night and counting the cups she poured. Ten. Ten fucking cups not counting the times she chugged straight from the bottles, wrapping her lips around the head and twisting it to create a larger flow. And her mixes? Pfft, it was 90% liquor and a few drops of mix, and that’s me being generous. Why the fuck was she turning her body into a wasteland?
“That’s a dumb fucking question,” Onyx said in the back of my head. My wolf had his own opinions which was good, they were even better when he kept them to himself.
“Are you alive back there?” I asked when I carried her over the threshold to her room. The door hung off its hinges, creaking when it started to fall off completely, but she knew the deal and decided to lock it. So, fuck it.
I pulled away the cover, and her scent lifted like a cloud from the bed and surrounded us as I put her down. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slow but she had a pulse. If a human would drink as much as she did, they’d be sleeping in the morgue. I couldn’t help myself when my eyes landed on her face, searching her skin and the mole she had on her temple by her hairline.
When I touched her cheek, dragging her hair away from her face, Maddie grabbed my hand and rested her fingers on mine. Slender and long with a perfectly pink polish. Dude, what the fuck was I doing. I stepped back and shook my head; she intruded into our home with that slithering snake of a mother of hers.
Her lips parted in a quiet breath, and I turned my head an inch when I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. I covered her up and put and looked around her room. It looked like a showroom, impersonal and clinically clean. I saw what I needed in the corner by her desk and I grabbed the trash bin, put it by the bed, and flipped her on the side with a pillow stuffed behind her back.
When I was about to turn around, I did a double take, her eyes were flickering under her eyelids and she fisted the blanket until her knuckles turned white.
“What the fuck?” I said lowly and took a step toward her.
“Is she okay?” Logan asked from the door.
I did a once over and turned around, hitting the lights on the way out.
“She’s fine.” I moved against him, and he stepped back into the hallway, his eyes lingering on the bed where Maddie was sleeping, drunk out of her fucking mind. I knew the second my father told me that he was fucking Maddie’s mom, Clara, that they would both become an inconvenience. One was a gold digger, and the other was a mini version- I’m sure of it. Anything for a comfortable life, and they sure have it now.
Something itched in me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it- and I didn't have to when Logan’s face twisted into a sadistic grin and his eyes narrowed on me. He slapped a hand on my shoulder and flicked his head to his room down the hall.
Logan had a plan—of course, he did. It didn’t take more than ten seconds for my brother to figure out the next step and continuously dig a deeper hole, but it never failed to impress me how he always managed to find a way out of whatever pit he got himself in. And if anything, he was more enthused than ever, considering who we were going against.
Logan opened the door and Landon was waiting for us inside. My eyes landed on his proud grin and I fisted the handle, slowly closing the door behind me. Nate sat in the corner, impatiently tapping his foot and shifting on the chair.
Maddie was sound asleep in her room, and Landon’s face was twisted in pleasure and contempt.
“She accepted?” Landon’s thick British accent rang out in anticipation.
“She did.” I stepped closer. “Do you have the tape?” I ignored the ants running up my legs making me restless.
“Right here,” he pressed play before handing me his phone.
The second I heard her moans I felt that same creeping sensation, a tightness in my chest and I pressed on the soundbar to shut it up.
There it was, Landon, fucking Maddie in the back of the club, my wolf stirred in the back of my mind, snarling and clawing at the floor bank and threatening to push through.
Why the fuck was he acting up?
I nodded; he did a good job, and he had what we needed. There was just one more thing that had to be resolved before we continued. I wrapped my fingers around the phone and locked eyes with Landon. My fist cut through the air and made an imprint on his jaw with a comforting crack when his head twisted to the side, but before he fell, I grabbed Logan’s bat from the corner and pounded the top against his crotch- I grabbed his throat to keep him from folding over.
Landon’s face was red as fuck and he breathed through the pain which wouldn’t last as long as I would’ve wished. I could tell how badly he wanted to fold, to cower and hold his crushed balls.
But first, he had to listen.
“You use this tape to extract sexual favors from her again, and I will cut your dick off with a nail cutter and watch while you chew on it.” He stood on his toes, and I tightened my grip. “Are we clear?”
“Y-yes,” he choked.
There wasn’t enough blood or pain, his face was now red from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain and the imprint on his face was gone.
Fuck.
Breathe.
What’s wrong with you?
I let him go and kept a cool head, but I felt Logan’s eyes on me, my little brother was the only one who could read me, and it pissed me off. His face contorted in a questioning grimace.
“Keep it safe,” I said and handed Landon his phone back. Maddie was desperate when we offered her the help, we knew she’d take it, she didn’t have a choice but to trust us. However misplaced her trust may have been. They never should have come here, her and Clara, they should’ve stayed in their corner of our pack- pining over the loss of Maddie’s father and Clara should’ve moved on with someone suitable for her. The store clerk would’ve been more up her alley. Anyone but my father. But now they’re here, Clara is sleeping where my mother used to sleep, my dad is spending his money on that whore who thinks she can slither her way into this family and her daughter was no better. Blind for the life my father offered them, desperate to please her mother like a good little girl, Maddie walked around pretending she deserved it- everything they’d been given. Fuck that.
“We start tomorrow,” I said slumped down on my brother’s bed, crossing my arms under my head and listening as Logan went over the plan and ignoring his eyes that occasionally glared my way.
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