The Cali Alpha [Mafia Games 5]

The Cali Alpha [Mafia Games 5]

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Jessiah is a make-up artist aspiring to break into the modeling and beauty industry. She moves to LA when she lands a job at one of the biggest production companies in Hollywood. On her first week on the job, she meets Jenson Ross, a big-deal actor and director with a dark secret only a privileged few know about. × Genres: Contemporary Romance, Werewolf, Crime, Drama × Rating: PG-15 EXCERPT: EXCERPT from BOOK I _ _ _ "Dollface," he murmured with a little smirk. Now his hand gripped her forearm.  He snickered when she only kept staring, then pulled her closer to hug her. "You're like an antidepressant, in human form." The utter surprise paused her breathing.  She couldn't pull away.  Her heartbeat sped up when he hugged her tighter. His warm face pressed onto the side of her neck, his hand lightly squeezing her hip. His beard scraped her skin, his thighs touched hers, and she felt like he was kissing her neck.  Shit. He was no longer thinking straight.  Perhaps unaware of the consequences of his actions. It was moments like this that worsened her intense attraction to him.   The flirty jokes, the easy conversations, the small smiles, his furtive glances, and his unusually sweet gestures lately just convinced her she was definitely in deep trouble. Amid her loud thoughts, he pulled her closer whenever she pulled away. Her breathing grew shallow while she stared into his eyes. "Dammit," he sighed while he gripped her arms.  Then his thumb traced the curve of her neck and shoulder, his touch both gentle and eager.  "Why are you always so f-cking beautiful?"  "Joss-" "What?" he muttered while stroking her cheek. He wasn't acting drunk or just playing with her.  Otherwise he wouldn't let it get this far. "You want me to stop?" _

Chapter 1 Notes + Excerpt

Copyright © 2020 by MXian

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law.

Scenes, characters, dialogues and events in this story are all invented. This story contains mature themes, profanity, some violence and drug use, and sexual content not intended for young readers.

P.S.

Not your typical werewolf romance story. Let's un-cliché the cliché. Enjoy ❤

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EXCERPT FROM BOOK I [PREVIEW ONLY]

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Chapter 1 - EXCERPT

× 2:42AM ×

Jenson shifted on the bed to take a look at the woman beside him. She was so quiet. It struck him as odd that she stayed in bed with him all night. While his thoughts raced, he patiently waited.

She seemed relaxed now. Her lean shoulders had stopped trembling.

Was she done crying? Probably. The thought momentarily relieved him of some guilt. He moved closer and looped his arm around her small waist.

She flinched, but then she pulled the covers over them. Her porcelain-smooth skin felt a bit warm, but he sensed she was still feeling cold, so he drew her nearer.

He had to dare himself to talk to her again, considering the hot mess that just happened. Desperate to hear her voice again, he lightly kissed her shoulder to try to wheedle her into a conversation.

She ignored him. For a minute or two, he just watched her stare at something on the wall. She must be trying to forget or rationalize what just happened.

The disappointment turned into immediate regret. Jenson sighed to himself. Although intoxicated, he was fully aware of what he just did to her.

If someone had filmed it the whole time, he would know exactly when one part led to the other, and how he had drunkenly but deliberately coaxed her into it. To begin with, he wasn't even that drunk last night to use it as an excuse. Even now he could easily narrate how everything happened.

He didn't expect it to go this far. Neither did she expect any of it-at least that much he knew.

The complete silence in the room dragged on for another minute. Her back was to him, while her damp hair remained slightly tousled. Jessi kept so still he thought she had dozed off. In the dark, her skin looked as flawless and soft as the pillows, and he almost cussed out loud for wanting to make love to her again.

He would probably kill himself in the morning. If he woke up from this mess, that is.

Problem was: he didn't feel like this was a mess. Not at all. Not one bit.

Maybe it was the decade-old whiskey, and then the best ice cold beer he'd had afterwards. Alcohol. Yep. Sure. Pretty good excuse.

However, at the moment, with Jessi just inches away from him and with the way her hair smelled, the painful memories lingered in his mind. He couldn't help but recall the many times she avoided him in the past weeks. He hadn't hung out with her in a while, and it felt like torture. Pure, harsh, mental and emotional torture.

But now that he'd finally had the chance to spend time with her again, he could only think of how natural it felt to be in this bed with her.

It was so wrong-but right now, everything just seemed...dreamlike. It just felt right.

To him, at least. He felt like this had to happen. Or else they wouldn't have known they could break the wall. The fucking wall. The barrier that seemed to be too stiff. Always kept him at a safe, neutral distance for as long as he could remember.

Her gentle touch brought him back to the present almost immediately.

Jenson sat up quickly, realizing she had removed his arm around her. He watched as Jessi moved closer to the edge of the bed. Then he heard her heave a sigh.

Still nude, Jenson scowled and got off of the bed to find something thick to cover both of them up.

Bathroom. Right. Towel. Robe.

He inspected the cabinet beside the sink. In seconds, he grabbed two robes, both clean and thick. He was about to step back inside the bedroom when he felt like he needed a splash of freezing cold water to snap himself out of it. He couldn't show her he was having a hard time dealing with it all. He had to keep up the cool and calm façade.

He washed his face, uttered a quick prayer under his breath, and then stared at himself in the mirror. He stayed rooted there for a moment.

Why couldn't he come up with a good reason? If she asked, he wouldn't be able to explain why he still didn't want to leave and end the night with a sorry speech. Jenson splashed cold water all over his face again. It wasn't a while before he ended up staring at the ring on his finger.

He pursed his lips and straightened. Jenson swore to himself, failing to justify why he wanted to get that drunk in the first place. He never drank that much. Never a heavy drinker. Maybe he was just that worn out. Stressed beyond words.

That last fight he had with Charmaine had been replaying in his mind all month long. He was never the one who started arguments. Lately, he felt like she was blaming his job for everything. That it was the reason they couldn't completely settle down, buy a nice, bigger house, start a family and all that. She didn't want to have kids anytime soon; but maybe he could change her mind one of these days.

Except, now he felt it was entirely his fault they'd kept butting heads. If not arguing, they'd be ignoring each other for days. Their last breakup was when she went away for three months on vacation with her sister in London, while he worked his ass off all around Canada, traveling from city to city and just feeling done in every single day.

Who helped him feel better and stick it out during those times?

Of course, not her. It was his cronies at work, his assistants slash caretakers slash occasional shrinks. Especially the nice, caring, unbelievably beautiful human being in the next room, perfect and hardworking, naked and most likely regretful.

Jessiah had been nothing but comfort to him in times of need. She had been the most dependable assistant he could ever ask for.

Jenson took a deep breath. The robe warmed him up while the other hung over his shoulder. He stepped outside and was surprised to see her up and awake, slipping into a shirt too big for her petite but fairly curvy figure. Her hair covered most of her face. It only made him stare at her pale, smooth legs and dainty feet.

He didn't want to leave yet, although he had a feeling she just wanted to shove him out the door. It was almost dawn. He studied the almost blank expression on her angelic face, and all he could see was uncertainty and regret he knew he'd hate to bear in mind.

The next minute, Jessi was already standing next to her closet, busy looking for something. He took a few steps closer to the bed. Then she finally spoke to him. "You can dry your clothes in the laundry. Backdoor in the kitchen."

Before he could say anything in response, she was already approaching him with a folded black shirt that near covered her entire forearm.

"It's big enough," she mumbled without sparing him a glance.

While he toned down his wary stare, he took the clean shirt from her clasp. Then he just watched Jessi hurry into the bathroom.

Dammit. She was avoiding him again. Why shouldn't she? He put her in deep trouble. It was completely his fault this happened. Huge problem, huge consequences.

The restlessness just worsened the tension in his muscles. Jenson followed her hasty steps towards the bathroom. He needed to talk it out. If she wanted him to leave now, he needed to talk to her first.

Well, they could save the lengthy discussion for another day...some other time wherein alcohol wasn't an issue. But they should at least try to acknowledge what happened. At least try to act like adults about the whole thing.

Holy shit. He'd completely ruined his life. And hers.

He's going to burn in the fiery depths of hell. For real. The devil was waiting for his rotten soul.

Jessi, to his surprise, didn't shut or lock the bathroom door. It was half-open, so he stepped in. He caught her slouching by the sink, her stare almost glassy as she gazed at her own reflection. Before he could come near her again, she ignored his attentive eyes and started brushing her teeth.

Silence. A long, tense silence. He put up with it, no matter how much he wanted to break it off and settle everything with her. Jenson stayed put beside the door and could only watch. He couldn't stop imagining how awkwardly noiseless the room would've been if the faucet wasn't running right now.

For minutes, he stood still behind her. They played the quiet game again. She kept ignoring his presence and quietly ran a bath. She probably felt like she had to scrub herself clean of him.

"Want me to go?"

Jessiah turned to face him. "You wanna go?" she muttered with a frown, then turned her back to him again. "Storm's here."

"Just, if you want me to."

She didn't reply.

Great. Now she definitely wanted him gone. Maybe dead, too-which was understandable, considering what he just did to her after everything she did for him.

"Get some sleep. There's Advil by the bed." Jessi pointed to the nightstand before he could open his mouth.

Shit. Maybe she didn't want him to leave just yet. At the possibility, some part of him rejoiced and hung onto a flicker of hope. But the sensible part promptly reasoned that it was probably just the storm forcing her to put up with him, keeping her from kicking him out the door.

Typical. Why was he even surprised?

It was Jessi.

Jessi-the makeup girl. Sometimes, everyone's makeup girl.

Jessi-his assistant. Jessi, his coffee-maker. Jessi, his clothes-shopper.

Jessi-his errand runner, sometimes driver, and stress reliever...

Jessi-his everything.

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Chapter 1 Notes + Excerpt

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Chapter 2 × Some Motivation ×

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Chapter 3 × City Girl ×

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Chapter 4 × The Alpha's Beta ×

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Chapter 5 × Make-up Girl ×

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Chapter 6 × Growing Suspicions ×

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Chapter 7 × Perks of the Job ×

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Chapter 8 × Cold-Blooded Murder ×

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Chapter 9 × Marriage and Babies ×

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Chapter 10 × Another Clean-up Job ×

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Chapter 11 × Meet The Stars ×

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Chapter 12 × The Beta's Grit ×

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Chapter 13 × An Alpha's Touch ×

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Chapter 14 × Pre-Wedding Blues ×

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Chapter 15 × Friends and Frenemies ×

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Chapter 16 × Shooting Day ×

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Chapter 17 × Occupational Violence ×

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Chapter 18 × Doubts and Half-assed Apologies ×

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Chapter 19 × Back to Normal ×

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Chapter 20 × Fake Hair and Some Pills ×

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Chapter 21 × Building Rapport ×

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Chapter 22 × One-Sided Relationships ×

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Chapter 23 × Career Move ×

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Chapter 24 × I Don't Want You Back ×

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Chapter 25 × Now Hiring: Personal Assistant ×

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Chapter 26 × Some Moral Support ×

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Chapter 27 × Employee of the Month ×

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Chapter 28 × Another Life Lost ×

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Chapter 29 × Workplace Violence Again ×

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Chapter 30 × TV Star Rage Quits ×

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Chapter 31 × How to: Mind Control ×

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Chapter 32 × A Breakup and A Half-blood ×

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Chapter 33 × Stuck Here With You ×

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Chapter 34 × The Quarantine ×

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Chapter 35 × Let's Stay Positive ×

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Chapter 36 × We'll Get Through This ×

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Chapter 37 × The Beta's Time Out ×

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Chapter 38 × I Appreciate You ×

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Chapter 39 × Allies and Responsibilities ×

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Chapter 40 × Mr. Mysterious ×

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