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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Oh fates.

Flames lick over the surface of my skin. Curl in my core.

I squeeze my eyes closed tight and start to count backward from 100.

99…98…97…96…Wilde with his shirt off…95…Wilde fucking his fist in the shower…94…93…Wilde tipping me over his lap and spanking me…92…Wilde looming over me on this floor.

Wait, is he?

Chapter Eleven

Wilde

I had to jack off again in the shower this morning. Judging by the sound of her breath and the way she fidgeted on the floor, Rayne didn’t sleep much last night. I didn’t, either. Her spring scent had me agitated, and I swear, I felt blasts of heat coming off her body.

Despite the torture, I’m beyond satisfied with myself. With the new situation. Sleeping in the same room as Rayne makes my dick harder than stone.

Not that I want to fuck her. She’s my stepsister. I just like the dominance. Making her sleep on the floor. Keeping her close, at my feet.

Tonight, the moment the parents go to their wing of the house, I forgo working on an essay that’s due to barge in again.

Rayne sits cross-legged on the bed doing homework in a tank top and pajama shorts. Her hair is pulled up from her neck in a ponytail.

“What’s up, Runt?” I whisper crow.

She rolls her eyes. “It’s not even bedtime, asswipe.”

“Ooh, language, Runt. Don’t make me spank that little ass of yours.”

I love the way her cheeks and neck flush pink. When I catch the scent of her arousal, I have to turn away to hide my hard-on. I cover by looking through her shit.

On the dresser is a stack of books and papers. I pull one of the school flyers out of the mix to read it.

“Wait. What in the fuck is this?” I turn it around to show her. The flier is a list of the nominees for Homecoming royalty, and somehow, incomprehensibly, Rayne made it onto the ballot.

Her jaw sets in a stubborn line. “That’s Abe Oakley thinking he’s funny.”

I study the list again. “Who’s Lauren?”

“A human. Lincoln’s twin.”

“Huh. I don’t get the joke.”

Rayne shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just so the entire school can have a huge laugh about how ridiculous it is that we’re on the list? I don’t see what’s so funny, either.”

I catch a whiff of hurt from Rayne, and it does something itchy to my skin.

I crush the paper in my hand and toss it in the trash can. “Yeah, it’s stupid.” I’m not sure what makes me agree with Rayne over Abe. Especially out loud.

I continue my search of her things, pulling open drawers. Rooting through her panties. I stop when I find a little plastic case of pills.

My body reacts with a jolt of electricity that both fries and freezes me at the same time. I click open the pills.

Yep. Birth control.

A nuclear level of rage flushes through my body. “Who are you fucking?” I snarl, barely remembering to keep my voice low, so the parents won’t overhear us.

If it’s that human, I’m going to pound him into the ground. I will break every rib in his chest.

Rayne drops her pen and stares at me, a mixture of shock and outrage in her expression. “Excuse me?” Her chest and neck are blotchy with a pink flush and anger shoots out of those blue eyes.

I stalk over to the bed and shake the pill pack in front of her face, careful not to actually touch her when I’m so angry. “Who. Are. You. Fucking?”

She tries to snatch the pills away, but I jerk them out of her reach.

“Who, Rayne?”

Probably realizing she can’t win at the physical contest of taking back her pills, she gets sassy. “Your Daddy, Wilde.”

I nearly combust, even though I know it’s not true. Still, the idea of it makes me want to level the entire house.

“Who is it?”

“You really are an asshole, aren’t you?”

I’m the asshole who is going to kill whoever touched Rayne.

“Tell me, Rayne, and I won’t tell the parents.”

She throws me off when her lips twitch. “Go ahead. Please. By all means, go tell the parents. Since my mom already knows I’m on the pill for cramps, they’re going to love hearing how you barged in here and searched my underwear drawer.”

It takes a second for the words to cut through the fog of rage around me. On the pill for cramps.

She’s on the pill for cramps.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“You have cramps,” I repeat like an absolute idiot.

“Not anymore.” She folds her arms across her tits, causing them to lift and bulge against the opening of her tank top. I want to slide my dick right between them.

Because I’m still a total dickwad, I drop the pill back onto the bed and grip both her knees. She snaps them closed. “No one’s been between these thighs, Rayne-bow?”

Fuck, I don’t know why it matters so much to me, but it does. I can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching her.


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