Step Alpha (Wolf Ridge High #3) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ridge High Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Lots of money. I made two thousand dollars last month, and I’ve only been at this since July.

Yes, I know it might be illegal. I’m not entirely sure. I’m under eighteen, so it might be considered child pornography. Then again, it’s just feet. So…? I think it’s fine. Obviously, I don’t want anyone who knows me to find out, but it’s definitely a risk worth taking.

If I can increase my income to three or four thousand a month, I’ll have enough to go to ASU next fall. I’ve already been accepted and offered a partial tuition scholarship. Don’t be impressed–they have to accept any Arizona student with a 3.0 or better GPA, and the scholarships are automatic based on GPA. Even so, the room and board costs a fortune–way more than my mom could ever afford. Plus, I have a C in Calculus right now, which if I don’t fix, could ruin everything.

And there’s no chance I would ask or expect Logan, my new stepdad, to pay my way.

He probably could afford it, but I think we’re already supposed to be grateful that he even agreed to marry my mom after he found out he knocked her up.

I angle the laptop screen down, so it only shows me from the waist down and hit record. Then I strut back and forth in the shoes. “What do you think of my new shoes, gentlemen?” I ask in my most sultry voice. “Are these sexy? If you want to see something different, just send me the shoes in a size 6 to the post office box address at the bottom of the page.”

I stop and pose. Do my awkward version of sexy legs, sliding one toe up behind my calf and down again. Posing with one foot out to the side. Turning around and taking a wide stance then bending over with my hands sliding down my thighs.

My dark blonde hair falls over my shoulders.

I stopped bleaching it to platinum and have grown it out into soft layers that fall to my shoulders. Not for the videos–I never show my face or hair. My mom asked me to. I guess we’re supposed to look more presentable as new members of the Woodward family.

As if anything could ever change our status in the pack.

But since my defective genes make me the primary cause of our low status, I could hardly refuse. I mean, I want to refuse. I want to rebel and tell the whole town to fuck off. But my unborn sibling deserves to have his or her father around. My mom deserves to not be a single parent this time around.

So sacrifices had to be made.

I grudgingly made myself more presentable. We moved into Logan Woodward’s house. That would’ve been okay. He’s a pompous dick but not unkind to me. It would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for his son Wilde–one of the biggest alpha-holes Wolf Ridge High has ever seen.

Fortunately, he’s off playing football on scholarship at Duke.

Which doesn’t mean he won’t make my life miserable the second he’s back in town. I mean, I moved into his bedroom.

That’s gotta be like a bone in the throat to him. The school’s biggest loser is now his stepsister, living under his dad’s roof, sleeping in his bed.

I was too scared to change a single thing. His dad emptied the dresser and closet for me, but most of my stuff is still in bins stacked against the wall. I don’t want to take down his school letters or football pennants, but I did tack flowy scarves over the disgusting pin-ups he has on the wall.

I continue to twirl and pose, then come closer to the camera and turn one knee in. “Do you want to see me out of these shoes?”

I make it sound like I’m stepping out of panties, but to the people–men, mostly–who are into feet, that’s what it’s like.

“Hmm?” I purr. “Is that what you want? Remember, you can always book a private session with me and ask for everything your dirty heart desires.”

I step out of the shoes to give them some naked foot time. I raise one heel to demi-pointe and turn it right and left like I’m putting out a cigarette on the floor.

I ripple my toes like I’m playing piano with them–something that drives them wild.

“Do you want to suck these toes? You want me to walk all over you with them? Hmm?”

I turn around and rub my toes up the back of my leg in what I hope is a coquettish move.

“Who wants to give me a foot massage? That would get me so hot.” My voice is coated with honey.

I put some lotion on my feet and then rub it around without my hands–using my toes only. They go absolutely wild for that.

I finish up and end the recording then upload it.


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