7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) Read Online Free PDF

I'm gone… Fuck you.” Damon eyed her, giving her his signature glare.
    “Good fucking riddance! You think I'm gonna cry over you and your sorry ass? You’re doing me a favor!” She’d made up her mind; she was going to let him walk out of the door, and there’d be no coming back. This was the last time that she was letting him walk out and then take him back later. He could get out and stay the fuck away from her; she didn’t need it.
    “Don’t forget your clothes!” she called after his retreating back. “Or you’re gonna come back and find them outside the damn door!”
    Sandra eyed her in shock, her pixie-like face paling.
    “What?” Val looked at her with anger. “Don’t even start!”
    “I didn’t say a thing,” Sandra replied soothingly.
    They heard the door slam.
    “Shit!” Val swore. “I forgot to get my key! Bastard!”
    “Forget it. He’ll be back. It’s just a little disagreement,” Sandra told her.
    “What did you say?” Val looked at her in astonishment. “What makes you think that I’d let him back in? I’ve had it with his shit. And you; you think I don’t know what’s going on?”
    “What the fuck, Val? You’re tripping, girlfriend!” Sandra said, her large, molasses colored eyes widening in astonishment.
    “Whatever!” Val pulled on her hair tie to loosen it from her hair. “I think you should go too. I'm not in the mood for any more crap tonight,” Val explained, trying to get a grip on her wrought emotions. “First my car goes missing; now this! I’ll talk to you later.” Her anger had started to disappear, only to leave the anxiety behind.
    She was anxious about Damon returning later and beating down the door, before beating down on her. He was a bully and once he’d been drinking, doing drugs or both, he would come back and turn on her, especially since Sandra had witnessed the whole thing. That was a blow to his manhood, as far as he would see it. Not to mention, he thought Val belonged to him, and she’d told him so many times that she belonged to no one; certainly not his sorry ass.
    She’d promised herself she wouldn’t call Sandra out on her suspicions, and she had almost done just that. She didn’t know what they were playing at, and she didn’t care; not now that she’d decided to close the door on her relationship with Damon. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. He had never let her go in the past. He had two methods for getting her back; the overbearing tyrant that always came on strong or the ultra-sincere gentleman that showered her with gifts and dinners, and even then the gentleman act wouldn’t last long and he would return to his crappy ways once he thought she was securely in her place.
    She couldn’t see herself taking him back. She needed to get over him and get on with her life. The need to be wrapped up in his life was long gone. She’d been doing it for far too long with nothing to show for the effort. There was nothing like the stagnation that came with familiarity. She hadn’t wanted to be the one that threw in the towel, but she could see she was fighting a losing battle. Frankly, she’d had enough of that struggle. It was time to put up her gloves and move on.
    Val walked behind Sandra to the sitting room and watched her as she put on her jacket and picked up her purse.
    “Are you sure you don’t want some company?” Sandra asked her quietly.
    “No, thank you,” she replied a bit too quickly. “I just need some time alone, to get my head around this.” Val waved her hand around the room, seeing the mess and biting the inside of her mouth to stop herself from screaming in frustration.
    “Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm here for you if you need me.” Sandra gripped Val’s hands that were clutched into rigid fists. “Call me, okay?”
    Val didn’t trust herself to answer, nodding her head instead. She watched Sandra exit the room and listened for the door to close. When the lock clicked shut, she raced down the hallway and