Alpha in Color

Her name was Brisa Dorsey. She was overjoyed at the upcoming marriage with her boyfriend, who she had been in love with for years. But just before they were to apply for their marriage license, she found out that her boyfriend had an affair with Brisa's stepsister. In a fit of anger, Brisa decided to pay a man to have sex with her. Drunk as a skunk, Brisa shouted orders to the owner of the club she went to that night, wanting to have sex with him. And when she woke up the next day, she found that everyone was calling her "Mrs. Johns". Shocked, Brisa found out she had got married! To whom? The terrifying "Cold-Face King" in New York, who was the head of the Johns family as well as the Johns Group! But rumor had it that he never hang out with women. Didn't he like men? Sure enough, those rumors were all just rumors...

Isabella Anderson · Urban

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Chapter .2.

The most beautiful stories,

always start with wreckage.

~Jack London

***

The females smile at me. Accept me. They think that because I don't want to train, I am accepting my role in staying back, finding a mate, and letting him control my life.

Mate.

I'm not sure I will have one.

Not sure if when he finds me.

He will want me.

I look at their disapproving eyes as they take in my paint splattered hands.

"Lexie, why don't you wash those?" The Luna shakes her head. She doesn't approve. She thinks I waste my time.

But she hasn't seen me paint.

I look down at my red, orange and yellow.

Mixtures of brown. Some white can be seen.

Autumn.

I was painting fall.

I look up and smile, "I've tried, but it's so hard to get it off," the females laugh. The Luna shakes her head but leaves it be.

The truth is I haven't tried.

Because I like the color.

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