Alpha Alexandra: The Alpha in Disguise

Not His Type

Alex's POV

I couldn't believe my ears. In fact, I was refusing to believe I had just heard what I thought I’d heard.

I just stood there with wide eyes, staring back at Jaxon Maddox like he had just declared to me that the sky was green and that wolves were now vegetarians.

My hands balled into fists at my sides, and I could instantly feel the heat building in my chest, my stomach, and my face.

What the hell was wrong with him? Of all the twisted, ego-inflated, and mind-numbing things to say, why in the world did he have to pick that? He’d actually stood there, looking smug as hell, and told me I'd belong to him? Like I was some sort of property?

“I—” I scoffed and shook my head, trying to take a step back like distance might somehow make his insanity less contagious. “Are you serious right now? What are you, some kind of p*****t?”

His eyes flicked down to my hands, and then back to my face. No anger. No guilt. Just… confusion.

Like I was the one making this weird.

“p*****t?” he repeated with his brows raised. “How does asking for something in return for not exposing your big secret make me a p*****t?”

I stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded. “You just told me I’d belong to you in every way you wanted, and as far as anyone sensible would be concerned, that’s not a normal request, and it's not even just blackmail. That’s some unhinged, egotistical fantasy you cooked up just to—”

“Alex,” he cut in, raising a hand. “Hush.”

I froze, more out of sheer shock than anything else, and then he dropped his hand back to his side and took a step closer without breaking eye contact for a second. “I’m not asking you to get on your knees, and I’m not even asking for your body, at least not yet.”

My cheeks burned, and my glare deepened.

“I’m telling you that if I’m going to turn a blind eye to protect you, and make sure no one else finds out what you’re hiding, then I need leverage. I need something that keeps you tied to me, and I don't really care if your pride gets in the way.”

His words came out so calm, and so annoyingly reasonable that it made me want to scream.

“This isn’t leverage,” I hissed. “It’s control. You're trying to control me with my secret.”

“Maybe,” he said with a nonchalant shrug. “But it’s the only thing keeping you here, Alex. Take it, or leave it.”

And just like that, the fire in my chest turned cold because, whether I liked it or not, he was right.

I hated him for it, but he was right. If he wanted, he could go to the director first thing tomorrow, and he could name me, and reveal everything. My fake name, my identity, and my real gender.

He could burn it all to the ground, and I’d be gone with no second chance, and no appeal.

It'd just be a one-way ticket back to my pack, where I’d get paraded around as the delusional girl who thought she could be an Alpha.

My breath hitched, my chest rose and fell too quickly, and I really wanted to punch something, maybe even him, to wipe off that arrogant look on his face, but I didn’t because if there was one thing I’d learned, it was when to pick my battles, and when to surrender long enough to stay in the game.

So I swallowed my pride, forced my fists to unclench, and with every ounce of strength I had left, I muttered, “Fine.”

He raised a brow, and I added, my voice a little louder now, “But if I agree to this, whatever this is, you’d better not try to cross any lines with me. If you so much as look at me strangely, you're a dead man.”

Jaxon’s lips quirked, and for a second, something playful sparked in his eyes, like he was about to tease the hell out of me.

“Alex,” he murmured, his voice low and maddening, “With all due respect, I don’t make those kinds of promises.”

I narrowed my eyes. “So that’s a no?”

His lips curved into a slow, and infuriating smile.

“I’m just saying…” he murmured, his gaze dipping slightly before returning to mine, “You might be the one who crosses the line first. I mean, look at me.”

My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” I blurted out in disbelief, and the moron chuckled, actually chuckled, like this was all some hilarious game, and like we were just flirting by the lake, and not making the most high-stakes bargain of my life.

I was just about to walk past him when the i***t chuckled again, a low, and amused sound that made the hairs on my neck stand.

He shook his head a little and said, “Don't worry, Alex, regardless of the bond between us, I have no interest in girls.”

I halted. “Really?”

He looked at me like I was slow, and nodded. “You don’t have to worry about me making a move, it won’t happen. Unless, of course…” His gaze swept over me from head to toe with something that looked dangerously close to disgust. “You ask for it.”

I bristled as heat rushed to my cheeks, not from embarrassment but from sheer, burning irritation, but he wasn’t done.

“Not that it matters,” he added casually, turning away slightly. “You’re not even my type. I don’t go for masculine girls.”

My jaw practically dropped.

The audacity, the absolute, flaming nerve of this guy. I scoffed loudly, blinking at him in total disbelief.

Was this supposed to be some kind of power move, or a blow to my ego? Did he think I’d cry over the fact that he didn’t find me attractive?

Oh, poor me, Jaxon Maddox, the arrogant bastard of the year, didn’t think I was feminine enough—what a tragedy.

I opened my mouth, ready to snap back something vicious, and maybe tell him that I also didn’t like entitled, self-absorbed jerks with superiority complexes and creepy smiles, but before I could say a word, he cut me off.

“You should head back,” he said abruptly. “The guards can show up anytime, and I don't want to be seen with you on my first day here.”

I swallowed the insult that had been on the tip of my tongue and bit back the urge to kick him.

“Fine,” I muttered, my voice cold as I turned away. “See you around, I guess.”

He didn’t answer, and I walked away, refusing to look back at first, but after a few seconds, my curiosity got the better of me.

I glanced over my shoulder, and sure enough, there he was, walking back toward the lake with his hands in his pockets like he had all the time in the world.

I frowned in confusion. “You’re not coming back to the dorms?”

He paused, and turned. “Goodnight, Alex,” he said simply, not bothering to answer my question.

Then he turned again and disappeared behind the trees, while I remained standing for a beat too long.

Something about his tone, and the way he said my name without any trace of teasing this time sat strangely in my chest, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was hiding.

Because no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise, no one just chooses to bathe in a freezing lake in the middle of the night unless they definitely had something to hide as well.