
My Grumpy Alpha
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Rachel Van Dyken
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Chapter 1
My Grumpy Alpha
Eli
She wonât stop talking. I know itâs her job as my court appointed therapist, but if I have to stare at her red lips move one more time I might get in even more trouble.
âSo, Eli. Can you explain to me exactly what happened that day?â she says in a breathy whisper that she probably thinks is seductive. âIâm having trouble picturingâŠâ she runs her eyes up and down my body. â...the incident.â
I try not to roll my eyes. Yet another therapist that wants to sleep with me. Why are women so predictable?
âI got angry. My marketing department was incompetent, so I fired them all. Simple enough for you?â
âIs that all?â she asks.
âI may have alsoâŠpushed some furniture around.â
âYou threw a desk out of the window, Eli.â
I shrug. âI may have gotten a little angry.â
âThe desk weighed over three hundred pounds.â
âI like to keep in shape.â
âI can see that.â She leans in, biting on her bottom lip. âAnd when would you say the anger originally started for you? The fighting, the overactive aggressiveness in the workplace?â Her short dark hairâs pulled back against her skull so tight youâd think sheâd have a migraine. Sheâs smiling at me like she wants to eat me alive.
I can feel the anger pulsing through me again, and I clench my teeth to try to reign in it.
Therapy.
Brings out the best in people.
I keep quiet. If I open my mouth to speak I might just end up biting her head off.
Literally.
âSilence isnât good, Eli,â she says. âYou have to work with me here. We have thirty days to get you better.â She sighs when I donât reply. She leans forward, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. âIf you donât like talking, maybe we can find other ways to bring you someâŠrelief.â
Alright. Thatâs enough.
âWell, doctorâŠwhere to begin?â I lean closer, locking gazes with her. âMaybe my anger and aggression comes from the fact that I was abandoned as a child. Left for dead. Despite my fame, fortune, and all around unimaginable success, Iâve had quite the traumatic past. Despite my loving adoptive family, one doesnât really get over such intense feelings of betrayal.â
She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.
âNo doubt youâre about to spew some freudian nonsense from one of the textbooks youâve memorised. Or maybe youâd like to suggest that there may be a chemical imbalance in my amygdala. But I can assure you, doctor, that my brain works perfectly fine, and that none of the drugs you prescribe me will work. Not that Iâm implying that the degree you have displayed so proudly on your wall and have spent years of your life trying to attain that tiny piece of paper is useless, but youâll quickly find that none of the things youâve learned in a classroom will apply to me.â I glance at the clock. âIt looks like weâve got about a minute left in this session. Will you be able to actually say something intelligent for once, or are you going to keep gaping at me like a dead fish?â
She just stares at me, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. I sigh and stand up, placing my finger underneath her chin. I close it for her before something can fly in and choke her to death.
âIt was a pleasure seeing you,â I lie. I glare down at her. âSame time tomorrow?â I donât wait for a reply. Iâm out the door and down the hallway before her brain catches up to her mouth. I wonât be surprised if I get another resignation letter from her.
That would be number three.
You can hear a pin drop as I walk towards the elevator. I can feel the envious gazes of the other men, the subtle, lusty looks that the women give me when they think Iâm not looking. I can even hear the nasty things they whisper to each other from down the hall. Iâve got better hearing than most.
Everyone wants a piece of Eli.
One person even takes a damn photo of me with their cellphone as the elevator doors close.
I canât blame them. People are attracted to power. Theyâre attracted to authority. Theyâre attracted to wealth. And god knows Iâve got all three dripping off of me in spades.
I adjust the cufflinks on my suit as the elevator doors open, the lobby quieting down to a hush as I step out. I ignore them, striding purposefully towards the exit. The sooner I get out of this damn building the better. I nod to the doorman as he opens the door for me, and I sigh as the fresh air hits me. Well, as fresh as downtown Seattle air can be.
My phone starts to ring. I sigh and grab it. âGabe, I swearââ
ââShe quit.â
I pause and wipe my free hand down my face. âStart over.â
âYour new secretary quit, and we need to hire a new one and while I know you like to have full control over this, I may have already found someone and given her the training manual.â
âWe donât have a training manual.â
âI know that, but I was trying to buy time!â
âBuy time for what? I was in my stupid therapy session for an hour. Youâre telling me that in that hour Kris quit and you already found and hired a random girl off the street?â
âYup.â He popped the p in yup. He does that on purpose when he wants to piss me off. âArenât I great?â
âIf you werenât my brother Iâd fucking kill you.â
âYour brother and your Vice President. Iâm irreplaceable baby!â
âDonât tempt me.â
He laughs, but I can hear something change in his tone. âI think youâre gonna like this one, Eli.â
Iâm immediately suspicious. âGabeâŠâ
âSheâs gorgeous. And smart. And sheâs willing to work incredibly hard if we give her a chance.â
âI donât like where this is goingâŠâ I can feel a pit open in my stomach. All the anger Iâd managed to suppress in my horrible therapy session comes rushing back to the surface.
âGet here quick, Eli.â Gabe sounds excited. Itâs never good when heâs excited.
âJust fire her already,â I say. âSave me the trouble.â
He ignores me, and he says the last thing I wanna hear. The worst case scenario. My nightmare made reality.
âI think sheâs the one youâre looking for.â
































