Falling for my Mate's Alpha

Falling For My Mate's Alpha Bodie Summers Copyright Falling for my mate's Alpha is a dark fantasy an spicy book that contains multiple triggers. Dubious consent, explicit sex, self-harm, abuse, blood play, murder. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placed and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. First edition, 2023. Copyright © 2023 by Bodie Summers Publisher: BoekenGilde B.V All rights reserved. Contents 1. The beginning 2. Have a drink 3. Two days 4. Handsome bastard 5. You want my lips on yours? 6. Magic 7. Attack 8. Emotions 9. Training 10. Gamma 11. Eat little bird 12. Tension 13. Giving in 14. Two birds, one stone 15. Sharing pains 16. Heat 17. The truth 18. Devil 19. The Alpha Board 20. You let me win, didn't you? 21. Death 22. I want to feel you 23. Bite me 24. Second chance 25. Would you reject me? 26. Luna? 27. Run 28. Shattering 29. The pain 30. Home 31. My true mate About Author Contact the author Also By Bodie Summers Coming 2023 Chapter one The beginning“Are you ready?” Yasmin asked from a distance while I kept scrolling on my phone, trying to distract myself from what was coming tonight. “Always.” I gave her a wave and got a narrowed gaze in return. Usually, I don’t work these kinds of … ehm… events. However, they were down a dancer, and it was good money. I actually didn’t have a choice. I had been working at the same club as a dancer—aka stripper—for two years now. I never thought this would be my life. I had a loving family and finished my studies at Harvard, but everything came crashing down years ago. I lost everything that wretched night, and I couldn’t pull myself together after it. I kept having these anxiety attacks, or that was what my doctor called them. However, these attacks made it impossible to keep working at a law firm, and the drugs I had to take to numb the pain turned me into a zombie. It took me a while to get back on my feet, and this job gave me back my sanity. So yes, I needed this job, but I also loved it. How it made all the turmoil in my mind disappear was something I desperately needed. And I always enjoyed a good workout. Before you get the wrong ideas, I only stripped and danced. Did my routine and went home. Didn’t give any lap dances or anything extra. I just came in, did my thing, and left. The other girls gave lap dances or would go to the private rooms in the back, but that was one line I would never cross. They always tried to persuade me, and I got some great offers in the past. However, that’s just not my kind of thing. Tonight’s event only happened once every couple of months. I had never joined the girls before, but they were one dancer short, so there I was. Yasmin was fuming that I was already finished with my preparations. I don’t know why she was so nervous, but I heard that the men that came tonight had some deep pockets and could be aggressive. Not the best combination, I think. Some of the girls have spent the night with one of them and returned with bruises covering their hips and thighs. And not from being hit or something. But let’s just say these men like it rough. My body shuddered at the thought. “Kitty, you’re up in five,” Yasmin yelled my way. I rolled my eyes, hating my stripper name. I never thought it would be hard choosing one, so I let the girls decide, and this was the best they could do.I gave myself one last glance, checking if everything was still flawless. Slightly adjusting my fishnet stockings, I made sure no one could notice the scars on my thighs. One last heel check, and I was off. “Give them your best show, Kitty.” Yasmin winked before the lights and music changed, casting a red hue on the stage. “Coming on stage, our lovely Kitty….” the DJ announced. “Deep breaths,” I told myself before putting on my best poker face. My heels hit the stage on the beat of the music, seductively slow, until I reached my best friend, my pole. With a teasing smile I searched for who would be my focus point. As a lioness searching for her prey, I began my routine and was surprised my eyes kept moving back to the same man in the dark corner. He was too far away to get a better look without my glasses. However, there was something about him. Something was luring me in. My core fluttered when he rose and stepped out of the darkness, a reaction my body had never had before. Our gazes locked, and time seemed to slow down. The corner of his lip curled, but my attention quickly returned to the men sitting at the podium, waving their money, waiting for me to come closer. I hooked my leg on the pole and bent back, letting my fingers touch the ground while I slowly swirled around the bar, lower and lower, until my entire body rested on the platform. I turned and crawled to my prey, the one waving a couple hundred as if it were nothing. I rolled over the ground before him while his eyes wandered over my body. He reached out, hoping he could touch me, but I clicked my tongue and shook my head. The expression on his face darkened, and if it weren’t for