Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Jojo:

I sunk into the alpha’s arms and allowed him hold me. I was worried, so worried that once again, something bad would happen to my mother. Recently, peace had been snatched from our lives on the arrival of alpha Lake’s father, alpha Cole. The man was willing to go to any length to take my son away from me, but I was willing to travel to hell and back to make sure he did not have his way.

Even hell hath no fury like a mother scorned. Even with this resolve, I still wished I could close and open my eyes and it would all be gone. Alpha Cole and whatever memories I had of him would disappear with the wind. My mother would be in Ten with me, Lucian would be safe, I would be safe, and we will all be happy.

The alpha’s warm hands engulfed me, while he continuously patted my back.

“Your mother would be fine, Jojo. I’ll do all I can to make sure nothing happens to her. I promise you, it’ll all be alright.” His words were reassuring, and the confidence in his tone helped to boost mine. I was grateful for the way he had stood for Lucian and I, the way he was protecting us from his father’s claws.

If the alpha had been selfish enough to be on his father’s side, it wouldn’t have been easy for me.

His shirt was already soaked with my tears, but I managed to let out a bitter chuckle as I shook my head slowly.

I could feel him stare down at me. His hands came up to my shoulders and he raised my chin up gently, so that I was looking at him.

“What is it?” He asked.

I allowed my gaze to rest on his dark eyes. They were filled with genuine concern, care and… love? I looked away from him and shook my head vehemently. I fixed my gaze on a dandelion bush beside us and chuckled.

“You know,” I sniffed in my tears.

“This is the first time my mother is speaking to me in such a manner. It was like she had all her thoughts in order, like she knew just what she wanted to say. I never thought that I would hear those words from her. She said… she said everything I waited eight years to hear. And now, she’s in danger because the person… the demon who took her away from us is still alive…” I could feel myself slowly begin to break down again.

The alpha’s grip on my shoulders tightened. It was silent reassurance that he was here by my side, that he had me, no matter what.

“I just wish you had killed him the second you set your eyes on him. I thought that I wanted to see him again, to ask him some questions. Maybe, just maybe years away from us had given him a change of heart. Maybe he regretted his decisions and he wanted a fresh start, maybe he would ask for forgiveness. But now… I don’t think I ever want to see him again. And if he hurts her, if he lays even a finger on her again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to live with it.” I allowed my tears flow freely this time. I did not fight them back, I did not hold them back.

The alpha did not speak. He must have sensed that all I needed was peaceful and blissful silence. So, out there, while little bits of snow rained from the sky, he pulled me back into his arms and held me until the last drop of tear rushed down my eyes.

After some minutes, we walked into the cafe. We took a seat at the top floor, on the table right beside the balcony and watched as the beautiful snow flakes rained down from the sky. We were served coffee and biscuits, and even though I did not have the appetite, alpha Lake made sure that I had three biscuits and gulped down half of my coffee. On the other hand, he did a good job of finishing his meal.

I spent most of my time watching him sip his coffee while he stayed on the phone with his beta and gamma. He spoke about making a plan to get my mother out of the alpha’s claws. Seeing him truly interested in everything that was happening to me made me… it made me happy. I felt less alone, and stronger.

When he ended the call, he placed his phone into his pocket and looked up at me with a smile on his face. That smile had not been there earlier, but he had forced it out for me.

I had to give him a seven out of ten, at least for the effort. I, for one, knew it wasn’t so easy to fake smiles and still look as carelessly handsome as he did. It was an art, a skill that he possessed. And I was loving it, every moment of it.

“Hey,” He started.

“You good?” He continued.

I looked around before settling my gaze on him, then I met out a long sigh. I leaned into the chair and stretched my legs out. It brushed his under the table and his smile broadened. This time, it was genuine.

“I’m good. I guess.” I chuckled.

He did not say anything, he only kept his eyes on me, watching every move I made with keen eyes.

“Hey, do you want to go out and watch the snow? I want to touch snowflakes when they start pouring in their numbers.” I continued.

“So, your plan is to make me freeze to death, isn’t it?” He corked his right brow as his lips twisted to the right in a bright grin.

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A smirk creeped up to my face. There was a lot going on in my head, yet he managed to lighten up my mood, to make me happy.

“Maybe. I mean, I bet you’ll look amazing as an ice sculpture.”

Immediately, he burst out laughing and threw his head backwards as he did so. The loud and cheerful sound filled the room, and caused my heart to melt in my chest. When he brought his head back down, his eyes were sparkling with what looked like tears.

“That’s a good one, Jo. That’s a good one. Alright then, let’s go.”

“Are you sure?”

He shook his head gently and stayed still as he smiled at me.

“Come on. I’m interested in knowing what I’ll look like as an ice sculpture.” He replied.

It was my turn to laugh. Hand in hand, we walked out of the cafe and headed to the parking lot. We stood in front of the car and stared up at the sky.

Just as I had predicted, the snowflakes started to rain down from the sky in their numbers. I watched the as they rested on the alpha’s hair, his shoulders, even his nose.

I laughed as I tried to brush them from his head and face, but every time I tried, a fresh group fell on him again.

He stared down at me with bright eyes.

“At this rate, you should probably sit on my head.” He spoke, after my eighth failed attempt at getting rid of the snow on his head.

“Perhaps I should. It’s not such a bad idea.”

“It really isn’t, right?” He asked again.

I was so enthralled with his eyes, I was lost in the beauty of his gaze. In his eyes and arms, I could rest forever.

And his lips? I wondered how it would taste in the cold. Would they be as cold as the weather? Or would they be warm?

There was only one way to find out, because I could not kill my curiosity.

Without thinking, I took three steps closer to him, closing whatever bit of distance remained between us.

He stared down at me and swallowed hard. The heat between us was more than enough to melt the snow on both our bodies.

Once our faces were close, his lips parted.

“Jojo,” He let out a hushed breath.

I did not bother to reply him. Whatever I had to say, I said the moment I leaned into him and trapped his lips with mine, consumating the fire between us in a deep, sultry kiss.