Alpha’s Baby(12)

I felt afraid because what Stefan was saying was true.

“What do you think would happen if your dad or my mom knew about this?”

Stefan took a while to respond. “Who cares what they think?” He stared at me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “What matters to me is . . . what do you think?”

In that moment, I was more scared than I had ever been in my life. The way he was looking at me, he didn’t want this to be a one-time thing, and what scared me more than anything else was . . . I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing either.

“I have to go,” I mumbled, jumping up from the bed and slipping back into my skimpy costume, making sure to put my mask back on. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

Stefan jumped up from the bed, reaching out to me. It was hard not to stare at his magnificent body. “Bella, please don’t do this.”

I slapped his hand away and made my way to the door. “Sorry, Stefan, but this can never be.”

Stefan scrambled to pull on his loincloth. I must say, if I weren’t in such a frantic state, I would have enjoyed watching him slip it on.

“Bella, wait!” he cried. “Don’t go out there. The fellas, they’ve all seen your picture and they know . . .”

His words were lost in the blast of bass as I swung open the door. I ran down the hall, hoping I would be able to run out of the frat house without any of the party-goers noticing.

Halfway to the dorm living room, I ran into a hard wall and my mask tumbled from my face. I looked up into the eyes of some jock whom I didn’t recognize, but he seemed to recognize me.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed loudly over the music. “You’re Stefan Livingston’s stepsister.”

I started in shock. Stefan was a new transfer at NSU. How did his buddies already know who I was?

The jock was shaking his head. “I can’t believe it. The fellas are not going to believe this.”

Horror washed over me as I realized what was to come. “Move out of my way, dickwad!”

I shoved him aside and ran from the dorm house, tears of shame flowing down my cheeks.





Chapter 7





Stefan





I stumbled out into the hallway, my loincloth barely covering my bottom half, but that was the last thing on my mind.

“Bella!”

I froze when I saw Bella run into Craig at the end of the hallway and her mask slip from her face. Surprise registered on Craig’s features and I saw their lips moving as they exchanged words, and then Bella shoved Craig aside and sprinted from the hallway.

“Shit,” I hissed. I had exaggerated a little that all of the guys knew who she was, but she just had to run into one of the ones who did.

I couldn’t believe my bad luck. Somehow, against all odds, I had wound up at the same school as Bella, won a contest, and subsequently, her as a fuck buddy.

Craig was about to turn away to chase after Bella, but then he saw me and his eyes lit up. I groaned as he quickly began making his way toward me.

“Dude,” he said, his voice filled with mirth as he got closer. I could already hear the rumors now. “You got balls. Your own stepsister?”

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll leave right now,” I growled at Craig, my fist balling by my side.

Craig laughed, unperturbed by my threat. “Was her pussy as good as I think it is?”

I didn’t even think about my next move. It just happened. I lashed out at Craig with my fist and it collided against his jaw with a loud crack. Craig’s head snapped back and his eyes glazed over as he fell against the wall, crumpling to the floor.

Without a second glance, I stomped my way through the house, ignoring the curious glances the partygoers threw my way, all the girls pointing at my half-naked body, and the giggles.

I didn’t care about any of it. I had only one thing on my mind—finding Bella and telling her that I was in love with her.

I had no idea what sort of shit storm we were about to walk into.





Chapter 8





Bella





“I have been hearing some disturbing rumors, Miss James,” said the Dean of the school, Howard Sturm. A distinguished man in his sixties, Howard had a mop of pepper-colored hair, bushy eyebrows, and a large belly, and he looked every bit the distinguished educator. “Rumors involving someone who is perhaps related to you.”

He was dressed in an expensive, executive business suit and was eyeing me like a hawk as I sat across from him in his office. He’d called me in after my last class, his face cloudy from the moment I walked in. And the forecast hadn’t improved. “Please tell me they're not true.”

I clenched the armrest of my chair, my nails digging into the wood. “They're not, sir,” I said as confidently as I could manage. “They are all lies, made up by people who are out to get me.”