Page 8 of My Grumpy Alpha

Her.

I inhale again.

Exhale.

This is not the life I thought I would lead, not even close. When Gabe’s family took me in, I thought, oh great, a roof over my head, shelter.

And then they dropped the bomb.

You aren’t normal.

Literally what my adoptive mom said.

My dad showed me claws.

I’m not gonna lie, it was a true Twilight moment.

And I still haven’t learned to control myself in a human way that makes sense. I feel the rage; I feel the anger. I just want to run my company and yeah, have a sandwich at Subway and not worry about killing a person because I’m too out of control.

It’s gotten worse now that I’m in my late twenties and it keeps getting progressively worse as time goes on.

My dad says it’s because I haven’t found my mate.

Gabe says I’m just an angry person with too much money and not enough ass.

But me?

I think.

I think the problem is me.

Fuck me, did I just quote Taylor Swift?

“Hey.” Gabe snaps his fingers in front of my face.

“Go get some more food, chill out for a minute, we have a marketing meeting in an hour. Your new secretary, I swear, is going to do a great job—”

“—On your life?”

“—Sure yeah, but I also have superpowers, so I think I could fight you head-to-head.”

“You’re a shifter.”

“True, but I think if I shifted into a whale, for example, while you were in full wolf mode, I might be able to just suffocate you through my weight alone.”

I smirk.

“Awww, did I make you laugh?”

“I hate you all the time.”

“We’re brothers, you love me.” He slaps a hand on my back so hard I grunt.

“Just go with it, okay? You needed a secretary, she was desperate and what do we always say?”

I hang my head.

He cups his ear.