Alpha’s Baby(7)

I slammed his hand down against the cool wood a second later. The room around us went absolutely crazy, with many not being able to believe my turnaround victory. I wrenched my hand away from Jace’s and jumped up from the table with my wrist feeling like it had been run over by a semi and my limbs sore and exhausted.

Thanks, Bella, I thought as I exulted in my victory.

Todd came over and clasped me on the shoulder, respect showing in his eyes. “Congrats, Livingston. You are the new top Alpha.”

Around the room, everyone was chattering with each other and eyeing me with that same respect. Several of Jace’s buddies went over to question and comfort him, but he pushed them away, jumped up from the table, and glared at me. His wrist and hand were a bright red and his chest and cheeks were flushed, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. “You’re lucky, Livingston,” he growled at me. “I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”

I held back a laugh. “Sure,” I said. “A bowl of Wheaties would have made all the difference.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Jace would rush me, and I tensed my body in preparation. But then he turned away, swearing all the while, and left the dorm living room with several of his buddies on his heels.

“He’s never going to live that one down,” Todd said as we watched them leave and several of our frat brothers gathered around to congratulate me on my crazy win.

“Good,” I replied, filled with satisfaction at my victory and my mind on the upcoming prize. “I don’t want him to.”

After all the congratulations and pats on my back, my brothers began to tell me all about the anonymous hot chick I would most likely get to bang from Kappa.

I was assured that she would be a perfect ten and that I would be pleased. I was even told that I would probably become a pussy magnet after I fucked her, with every slut on campus wanting my dick.

I was pleased by all the hype. This would be just what I needed—a bunch of hot chicks that would make me forget about my unhealthy obsession with my stepsister.

Bella will be old news by next week, I thought as I daydreamed about all the girls that'd be fawning over me before the year was over. Hell, I’d work my way through the entire Greek alphabet if I had the chance.

But as I sat there being bombarded with lewd jokes and envious salutations, a small voice at the back of my mind was telling me that nothing could be further from the truth.





Chapter 3





Bella





“This costume is so you, Bella!” Hanna cried eagerly, almost hopping up and down.

I wasn’t so sure. I was standing in an adult costume store located several blocks away from NSU with Hanna, trying to choose what I would wear for my upcoming special night.

I eyed the skimpy costume, a two-piece white bra and panties, complete with wings and a halo. I thought it looked ridiculously absurd, some tramp’s version of Halloween five minutes before getting fucked. Oh, wait. I would be getting fucked.

I thought about walking out of the store right then and there. And I would have if I weren’t being courted by the head of Kappa. As it were, I felt obligated to go along with the proceedings or risk being kicked out of my sorority.

“I don’t know,” I said, fingering the outfit. “I don’t think that mask will hide most of my features.”

“Are you kidding?” snorted Hanna. She grabbed the flimsy costume off the rack and pressed it against me, sizing me up. “It will more than do its job. Plus, you’re still new here at NSU. No one will even know who you are.”

I bit my lower lip to hold back a nasty retort. It was easy for Hanna to be so nonchalant about my concerns when she wasn’t the one who was being offered as a sacrifice to some drunken jock.

“Are you sure about that?” I dared ask. “All the Kappa girls know I’m going to be the Sacrifice. How do I know they won’t just disclose my identity to one of the Alpha boys whenever they think I’ve slighted them?”

Hanna looked up from the costume and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Bella? Do you have no faith in your sisters? No one is going to tell on you. We all took an oath when we joined this sorority. No one, and I mean no one, rats on a fellow sister.”

“But what if they do?” I persisted. “You can’t honestly guarantee that no one will tell. I’m just saying, Hanna . . . you’re cool, but shit happens.”

Hanna let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, if someone reveals your identity, they will be kicked out of the sorority, stripped of all their titles, and humiliated for the duration of their stay at NSU. Do you honestly think that any of those bitches wants to risk that?”