Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

"Is this real?" Blake steps forward, skepticism written in the lines of his face. "Will you really take us in?"

"Not us, Alpha Greyson. We haven't the room, but every last one of you is coming back to the city until you're all housed and settled within Alpha Greyson's pack," Zayn affirms, stepping beside me, his presence commanding attention and inspiring trust

"Get your things," I tell them, my tone gentle yet insistent. "It's time to go home."

And they move, slowly at first, then with growing urgency as reality sinks in. They're leaving this place behind. They're being offered

a new start

"Thank you," they whisper, their voices a haunting melody that will stay with me forever

As the buses pull away, we stand hand in hand, watching until they disappear from view before helping the rest of Zayn's men clean up the last parts of the makeshift tent city so nature will take back over and, eventually, the place will be undisturbed. In the quiet that follows, Zayn pulls me close, and I lose myself in the heat of his embrace, in the wild, intoxicating scent that is purely him

"Come on, let's get home; I am starting to feel like a swamp monster," I say, my voice muffled against his chest, my body humming with a current that only he can elicit

Zayn pulls something from my hair. "You look

like one, too," he laughs, his lips pressing

against my temple. We both snatch up a black bag, stuffing it in the dumpster that sits on the edge of the road leading to the old hiking trail

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I almost groan, stepping under the shower spray; my skin feels icky, and dried mud covers nearly every inch of me. Steam curls around us like a living thing, heat clinging to our skin as the shower drowns out the rest of the world. Zayn's silver eyes glint in the steam-filled bathroom, reflecting the light like precious metal. In their depths, I see the untamed, fiery energy of his wolf, Zarek, just beneath the surface. The muscles of his arms flex as he moves, his strong hands carefully tracing the curves of my body as he helps to clean off the mud

"Zayn," I whisper, my voice barely audible

above the rush of water, yet the worry laced in that one word is evident. Guilt gnaws at me, and I feel bad knowing my mother's people were forced to live like that for years because of Linda and my father

"Yes, we'll go check the rogues at Alpha Greyson's tomorrow. You don't need to feel guilty, Cleo. You didn't do this to them." I nod slowly, but his words don't make me feel any better

He leans in, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Stop, Cleo. You were a child

Stop blaming yourself."

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"I'm not; I know that. I just wonder how I forgot about Noah; I never questioned anything, never noticed my own people were missing." I mutter

"You were a grieving child, and no one wants to think the worst of their family or to believe their family was capable of such a thing." I sigh, turning to rinse the shampoo from my hair

Zayn's lips crash against mine, and I sputter under the water. He laughs, pulling me closer, his face going into my neck. "Hm, I can help you take your mind off it, though," he purrs. I push on his chest, and his eyes sparkle with mischief

"You have no idea how much I want you."

I swat his chest before reaching my arms around his neck and standing on my tippy-toes to kiss him. He kisses me back, his lips traveling down my neck. The water cascades over us, a soothing rhythm that matches our heartbeats. Zayn's hands are strong and sure as they glide over my wet skin, the warmth of his touch sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His fingers trace the lines of water droplets that cascade

down my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake

Desire coils tightly in my belly. I tilt my head back, offering him more access, and he takes it, his mouth exploring the column of my throat

His tattooed arms encircle me, strong and sure, pressing me closer to the heat of his chest. I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin as his lips trace a path along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch, every kiss, ignites a fire within me, fueling my desire even more

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"Let's take this... to the bedroom," I breathe out, my fingers entwining with his black hair, tugging gently

Without a word, Zayn lifts me effortlessly, carrying me through the misty veil of the bathroom into our bedroom. The cool air hits my

damp skin, but his body is an inferno against mine, keeping the chill at bay. He lays me down on the bed, his lips trailing fire across my collarbone. My heart hammers against my rib cage, anticipation tightening every muscle. His eyes darken with desire, and he kisses me passionately, his tongue lapping at my lower lip before nipping it gently

Zayn's hand travels down to where I ache for him most, dipping a single finger inside of me, eliciting a moan from my lips. He groans against my mouth, as he slowly adds another finger to join the first, stretching and teasing me. I arch my hips. upwards, desperate for more when he pulls his fingers from me

"N..No..." I gasp, my voice husky with need

He chuckles, "Patience love," His dark hands are stark contrast against my pale skin as he cups

my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I arch my back, desperate for more

"You're so beautiful," he whispers reverently, taking one pert peak into his mouth. The sensation of his tongue and teeth on my sensitive skin sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me. My nails dig into the sheets as he lazily licks and sucks his way to the other breast, teasing and tormenting me mercilessly

My breath catches in my throat when he pushes between my legs, exposing me to his hungry gaze. He spreads my legs apart, and I feel myself dripping with need for him. His silver eyes darken with lust as he stares at my core, his arousal hard against his abs