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She Alpha (Chapter 1 – Don’t Have The Balls To Do It All The Way?) FREE READING 😉😇❤😘🙌

• AndaStanC
• May 17, 2022December 21, 2022
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Chapter 1 – Don’t Have The Balls To Do It All The Way?

Aisha

“I said stop talking back! You’re not even a fucking Omega to stand before me! You’re only a fucking human! The only thing keeping you alive is that intelligent brain of yours! I can’t stand you in any fucking way and I’m forced to see you all day long as my fucking secretary and advisor! I hated you since the moment you’ve been brought in our pack as a fucking human child slave! And that fucking slave HAD to become my personal everything because of her brains! To be cursed with seeing AND tolerating you every fucking day since the day I became a fucking Alpha! AND YOU ALWAYS DARE TO TALK BACK TO ME! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU BITCH?!” The last angry yelling sentences, he emanates them at me in his Alpha tone of voice, a tone of voice that kneels down an entire pack, and not only.

I don’t, though. I just fucking stare at him in the eye with my not obedient bitch status, and a smirk curbs my lips. I’m standing straight, with my chin up, well planted in my lack of fear or anything before him, dressed in a black suit of pants larger than my figure. I’m curvy at origins, yes. Who the fuck cares, though? Ha-ha!

When he’s started yelling all that at me, he jumped on his feet from his chair in his outrage of talking back at him, first time doing it and saying it like that to me. No, I do have his hate and arrogance all the time since ever, but it’s the first time he’s wording it out loud and in this attitude over me. Like in a fucking direct challenge and ultimatum of tolerance on me.

His dark blue eyes are on his Alpha fire at me, and from the “AND YOU ALWAYS DARE” to “YOU BITCH?!”, he’s strolled in rage till my spot to look down at me with his heaving chest, as he’s a big bull in frame and height. A hot big bull, don’t get me wrong.

We’re in a war of stares, and we’re breathing in heaviness against each other, like a fucking Alpha competition. An Alpha competition between the real Alpha beast and the mere, pathetic, enslaved human. The last one would be me…. MUHAHAHA! Oh yes, I do have the balls for it…. I don’t give a fuck, so…. Yeah.

Because of my constant staring into his eyes in the same war and belligerence he’s serving me with, Daren Vicaro, 26, Alpha of the Rishka Blood Moon pack, billionaire in many industries worldwide, the idol “human” and “werewolf” of millions of women hearts around the globe, a total player and fucker when it comes to women, is flaring under his nostrils and raises his right hand in the air at me in the want to slap me to put me at my place.

He’s dressed in a custom made, expensive black suit, with a silver-grey cashmere shirt open at first three buttons revealing his impressive muscular V, and some black leather shoes. His wavy, dark honey, rebel but neat hair is trembling in his madness against me, with a stare into my eyes that would kill me on the spot. And yes, he’s in his Alpha right now, with those bloody, glowing eyes.

You fucking piece of shit…. What are you waiting for, huh? Don’t have the balls to do it all the way? That’s a first alright. Never heard of him becoming violent towards women. I’d be the first one he’s doing this to. His fucking hate against me has no fucking limits indeed. But I really don’t understand WHY he’s so against me. I’ve been the fucking tortured one all my fucking life, the fucking Cinderella in all, bullied by every single member of the pack and not only, and all the drama and tragedy of my life. I should be the one enraged to that level, and not you, fucker. You’re the Royal Prince, having everything and beyond your wants and needs, all your life and till the rest of your life. But you’re bugged with the pathetic human, who has helped you push to higher peaks the Vicaro Corporation empire not only here in New York but internationally as well. From a multi-billion-dollar Rishka Blood Moon pack, my pathetic human brains helped transform it into unlimited billions. And I’m fucking older than you, fucker, by TWO FUCKING YEARS! YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT?! AND YOU WANT TO BECOME VIOLENT ON ME!? WHEN I DON’T GET A FUCKING DIME FROM ALL THOSE FUCKING MONEY I ASSIST THE PACK AND COMPANY TO MAKE?! HUH?!

My heart is practicing blood sports, and my blood is boiling a destructive fire down my veins. However, I keep my calm. Just my stare and stand before him are of a lion ready to confront the beast further.

My hands shove themselves in the pockets of my pants, straightening my posture with my chest out, ready for the powerful slap I might receive, because he’s a heavy motherfucker, and being in his fucking Alpha now, that’s a…more than a heavy motherfucker’s slap on me.

Yet, his hand is still in the air, and his eyes pinned in confrontation with mine.

I throw my chin at him in further disobedience with a mocking smile.

“Slap me, Alpha. What are you still waiting for? For me to finally lower my head before you to avoid it and keep my slave status and life at least? That won’t happen. I’m kind of tired myself, and I really don’t give a fuck if I die or not. I really don’t have what to live for anyways. I’m an orphan with just the fuckers and bitches pack I’ve been taken by when I was eight. I don’t give a single shit on any of you. So, slap me or do whatever you want to me. Come on. Let’s get it over with. I’m tired of sleeping in the same mansion with you. I’m tired of not having a life of my own. I’m tired of not having a salary of my own. I’m tired of living a life of slavery and exhaustion for the last 20 years for others who really don’t deserve my sacrifices and energy. I have the same hate towards you all. You’re the Alpha for the last seven years. You make the call to end this. It’s not your father the one calling the shots anymore. You’re a full balls fucker now. Slap me, kill me, do whatever you want. No one will miss my pathetic human life anyways.”

I wink with a broad smile of satisfaction because at last, the moment has come to finally curse them back and freely speak. My balls are in a full state as well. I’m a big balls bitch as well. When you don’t give a fuck anymore, you just don’t. What happens, happens, sayonara and all that.

I’m still in the lock of lunatic stares with him, yet I see with the corner of my eye how he balls his hand in the air in a hard squeeze, trembling his fist in the air, that he either can’t do it, or he’s trying to control his fucking reaction. As I said, he has never reacted like this before any woman, human or not. But, as always, I’m the luckiest woman on this earth, right? I get only firsts! Ha-ha! Oh….

His eyes are wide at my words, sparking fires within fires into mine, and he’s clenching his jawline at twitching point, with such a ragged breathing. He so LOVES me, man! Ha-ha! Well, hates me, but anyways….

No, he’s single. He’s yet to find his fucking mate and Luna. Yeah, that’s my only satisfaction in life, as in that particular area of his life, he seems kind of cursed in not having found her so far…. MUHAHAHA! Anyhow…. One win, life has given it to me over them. Ha-ha!

“STOP PROVOKING ME, ASHIA! I’M AT MY LIMIT WITH YOU!” He’s in a mad man grimace, true to his words.

Who the fuck cares, man? Who gives a fuck on your limits or that you get provoked when I was just telling you to cut off the Saranof pack from your investment partnerships, huh? They’re betraying you, and you keep siding with their Alpha because you are besties. You’re not accepting your bro friend is fucking your money, though I’ve brought proof before you. And you take it all on me instead of having this rage on fucking Lucas, as he’s the one deserving of such an attitude from you, not me.

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