I Am The Alpha (Part 2)

Part 11

Hey everyone,

A belated Merry Christmas to you all!!

Sorry for such a long wait once again but apparently jetlag decided to be my best friend for quite a while after I got back and of course going up the Christmas is always busy and well lets not talk about the bloody Australian heat...

So The next part is going up right now, I really hope you all like it. It features three POVs which I think you'll enjoy.

Thanks once again for all your support, votes and comments. It makes writing so much more wonderful than it already is.

Also as you might have noticed I have made a new cover for each of the IATA parts and I would really appreciate your opinions on them.  

- Ella xx

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~Cole ~

I watch as Erin saunters back into the room with a bowl of pasta clutched daintily in her hands and then settles herself into the large chair across the room from where Marcus, Zayn and I are sat. Each breath I take gives me a taste of her slight intoxication as well as the sweat and Herfel that are pouring out of her pores. She was right before when she said Zane would love to bottle it, any member of my Pack, including myself, would go crazy for it. She already smells so tempting on her own and though I wouldn’t like her to smell this way all the time there is just something so enthralling about the mix of herbs and drink and sweat... something almost erotic and at the very least exotic that is tearing its way right through me. Suddenly an appreciative moan sounds from her and my eyes snap to her lips, the culprit of the tempting noise... if that noise doesn’t stir something inside a man than nothing will. Desire burns within me and it only intensifies as she looks up from her food, probably feeling us staring at her. She’ll be making that noise for me soon enough. To think that fucking cheesy pasta can generate such a reaction... fucking hell.

“Oh please, don’t let us interrupt you having an orgasm over there” Zane quips and she scowls adorably, flinging a piece of the pasta at him which of course he catches in his mouth.

“That’s actually fucking good pasta” he exclaims after he swallows.

“No shit” she mutters taking another mouthful.

“I think you want to share the rest of that with me” he says to which she snorts in response.

“Nope” She places another forkful in her mouth and to my pleasure she continues to pay more attention to the food than to Zane.

“Come on Erin” he begs and she shakes her head.

“Take another step towards my pasta and I will give you a fucked jaw to match Brendan’s” she threatens and he sinks back into the sofa looking at me sheepishly, waiting to see my response to the subject. My jaw twitches at her shameless while using her earlier damage to my beta as a warning.

“Oh look the elephant in the room just trampled the sofa” she comments looking over to an empty sofa before right into my eyes. My firsts clench at her crack, she shouldn’t be so calm at angering me. Others who have made that mistake are not alive to tell the tale. She’s already pushed my temper to the point of almost changing forms tonight and now this. It didn’t help that her naivety to the relevance of the name “Jack Daniels” resulted in her making me think she had remembered her past while in reality she was downing a identically named drink. After almost tearing the gym apart I calmed down enough to realize that she is frankly not stupid enough to reveal getting her memories back in such a way, not that she’ll be getting them back at all but the point is still the same. As much as part of me is straining to go over to her and make her appreciate my dominance and submit before me I know that wouldn’t end well. Besides, if Erin saw what usually happens when Pack members step out of line then she might not be so comfortable trying to be my girlfriend, and I simply cannot have that.