The Alpha's Seduction

The Alpha's Seduction

Larose Semsem

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"You're such a conceited, arrogant bastard!" In a heartbeat, he had my back against the wall. "I'm your conceited, arrogant bastard," he countered intensely. He was so close I could feel his body heat, yet not close enough to touch. I dampened my lips mechanically and his eyes followed the gesture hungrily. He closed the gap between us and leaned in a little so that his breath caressed my cheek, "I'm also very persistent. I always get what I want." I saw the unveiled determination in his eyes and my throat suddenly felt really dry. I gulped down nervously as a shiver of pure, unadulterated, unwanted want went down my spine. My heart was drumming against my ribcage, and I was soon taking small shallow breaths. "You're not unaffected by me," he whispered against the soft skin beneath my ear, while smothering it with butterfly kisses, "that's good to know." I could almost feel the smirk in his words. ... .. . She was a loner, and she liked it that way. She lived by one sole rule: No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles. And it worked for her just fine --until he came, that is. Jonathan was a new student; a hot new student and he definitely knew it. Add to that the fact that he's a werewolf, all strong and possessive male, and he was damn proud about it. To her utter despair, he took interest in her... her life shall never be the same again.

The Alpha's Seduction Chapter 0 Prologue

I was idly sitting on my chair; at the only available desk I had found when I first entered the classroom this morning, the one at the very back.

Not that I was complaining, mind you! No, not at all.

I didn't like being in front, way too close to the teacher. The middle offered one major inconvenience; I would be surrounded by other classmates from all sides, which was not what you'd be willing to go through if you were the second-to-biggest loner of the school. These were the reasons why the desk at the back suited me just fine.

I was not antisocial or anything, it's just that I earned my right to be at this school; an honorable private school that I wouldn't have been able to dream of because of its expensive fee.

But, lucky me, I was a brilliant student.

The communication problem I shared with my classmates might be due to the fact that I was a little younger than them too. Most of them were seventeen or eighteen, whereas I had still to turn sixteen. The fact that I skipped a grade or two may influence their judgment... And then, there was the fact that I actually had a scholarship to be among these snobs.

'So not easy to make friends, ' I inwardly sighed.

'My family isn't poor or anything -my mother is a nurse and my father is a cop. And I've got two brothers; Jeremy, the older one, is now at the local college, studying maths; whereas Jake, my little baby-bro, is in 7th grade.

So yeah, I have a pretty normal life, with a slightly unusual curriculum.

I have some friends from my old school and such, but here I mostly stick to the loner tag, it's easier this way.

I slide through the crowd unnoticed, ignored, and it suits me. No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles!'

But what I, Jasmine Peterson, didn't know at the very moment I thought this was that my nice little routine was about to change.

This was the day that changed my simple life irreversibly.

This was the day that witnessed the sealing of my fate.

This was the day that I was sure to never forget –ever!

This was September 3rd, the 1st day back at school... the day that Jonathan first came into my life.

And this is my story.

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“"You're such a conceited, arrogant bastard!" In a heartbeat, he had my back against the wall. "I'm your conceited, arrogant bastard," he countered intensely. He was so close I could feel his body heat, yet not close enough to touch. I dampened my lips mechanically and his eyes followed the gesture hungrily. He closed the gap between us and leaned in a little so that his breath caressed my cheek, "I'm also very persistent. I always get what I want." I saw the unveiled determination in his eyes and my throat suddenly felt really dry. I gulped down nervously as a shiver of pure, unadulterated, unwanted want went down my spine. My heart was drumming against my ribcage, and I was soon taking small shallow breaths. "You're not unaffected by me," he whispered against the soft skin beneath my ear, while smothering it with butterfly kisses, "that's good to know." I could almost feel the smirk in his words. ... .. . She was a loner, and she liked it that way. She lived by one sole rule: No attention, no boys, no drama, no troubles. And it worked for her just fine --until he came, that is. Jonathan was a new student; a hot new student and he definitely knew it. Add to that the fact that he's a werewolf, all strong and possessive male, and he was damn proud about it. To her utter despair, he took interest in her... her life shall never be the same again.”
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Chapter 0 Prologue

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Chapter 1 Jonathan

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Chapter 2 Confrontation

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Chapter 3 The News

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Chapter 4 Oh Boy!

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Chapter 5 We Could Try That

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Chapter 6 Talk About Uneventful

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Chapter 7 Karl

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Chapter 8 The Bombshell

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Chapter 9 One Hell of a Night

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Chapter 10 Game On

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Chapter 11 Not Immune

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Chapter 12 Let the Game Begin

04/03/2018

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Chapter 13 Nostalgia

04/03/2018

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Chapter 14 Ready

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Chapter 15 Push and Pull

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Chapter 16 The Mistake

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Chapter 17 The Unexpected

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Chapter 18 An Unforgettable Encounter

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Chapter 19 Look Who Came

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Chapter 20 Control Freak

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Chapter 21 Car Ride

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Chapter 22 Too Soon

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Chapter 23 Ticking Bomb

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Chapter 24 Distraction Time

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Chapter 25 Lecture Time

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Chapter 26 Opening Up

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Chapter 27 Restroom Rendezvous

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Chapter 28 The Trial

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Chapter 29 The Execution

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Chapter 30 Pride

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Chapter 31 This is It

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Chapter 32 Tatto (Epilogue)

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