#Chapter 151: Meeting the Alpha

Alyx reappeared later that evening, a bundle of clothes in his arms. “Get dressed,” he said, dropping them on the bed. I crossed my arms. “No.” He frowned. “Get dressed or I will dress you myself.” A sudden, cruel gleam lit up his eyes. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you.” “Turn around,” I snapped. “Like hell,” he answered. “Get dressed.” I considered fighting him on it, but I was afraid he really meant what he said. No part of me believed that Alyx ever had a genuine interest in me, but he was still a predator. In more ways than one. I turned my back to him and quickly changed. He’s brought me a pair of black cargo pants and lace-up boots. The shirt was a form-fitting black tank-top, which was unfortunate considering I didn’t have a bra and he hadn’t thought to provide one. He’d also given me a black army jacket, which I pulled on. The outfit matched his, and what I’d seen his brothers wearing, but I tried not to think about that. “Is there a reason we’re dressed for war?”