Page 1 of My Grumpy Alpha

Chapter 1

A Little Angry

MY GRUMPY ALPHA

ELI

She won’t stop talking. I know it’s her job as my court appointed therapist, but if I have to stare at her red lips move one more time I might get in even more trouble.

“So, Eli. Can you explain to me exactly what happened that day?” she says in a breathy whisper that she probably thinks is seductive.

“I’m having trouble picturing…” she runs her eyes up and down my body.

“...the incident.”

I try not to roll my eyes. Yet another therapist that wants to sleep with me. Why are women so predictable?

“I got angry. My marketing department was incompetent, so I fired them all. Simple enough for you?”

“Is that all?” she asks.

“I may have also…pushed some furniture around.”

“You threw a desk out of the window, Eli.”

I shrug.

“I may have gotten a little angry.”

“The desk weighed over three hundred pounds.”

“I like to keep in shape.”

“I can see that.” She leans in, biting on her bottom lip.

“And when would you say the anger originally started for you? The fighting, the overactive aggressiveness in the workplace?” Her short dark hair’s pulled back against her skull so tight you’d think she’d have a migraine. She’s smiling at me like she wants to eat me alive.

I can feel the anger pulsing through me again, and I clench my teeth to try to reign in it.

Therapy.

Brings out the best in people.

I keep quiet. If I open my mouth to speak I might just end up biting her head off.

Literally.

“Silence isn’t good, Eli,” she says.

“You have to work with me here. We have thirty days to get you better.” She sighs when I don’t reply. She leans forward, giving me a clear view of her cleavage.

“If you don’t like talking, maybe we can find other ways to bring you some…relief.”

Alright. That’s enough.

“Well, doctor…where to begin?” I lean closer, locking gazes with her.

“Maybe my anger and aggression comes from the fact that I was abandoned as a child. Left for dead. Despite my fame, fortune, and all around unimaginable success, I’ve had quite thetraumatic past. Despite my loving adoptive family, one doesn’t really get over such intense feelings of betrayal.”