The Alpha’s True Heart Read Online Cindy Swift

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)

Michael Scott has a pretty average life working at a local bookstore. Surrounded by books and familiar faces, he longs for something adventurous and exciting. His life takes a sudden turn when Devon walks through the door.
Devon Lupin has been facing pressure to bring on a mate ever since he became the Alpha of his Wolf Pack. However, he has a secret he keeps from the members of his pack… A secret of his sexuality.
Devon has always been in control of his life, but he didn’t expect his stone-cold heart to skip a beat when he takes in the cute but nerdy-looking boy behind the desk at a bookstore.
Will Michael be able to deal with the frenzy that comes with loving Devon? Will Devon finally fight against the prejudice that exists and embrace what his heart seeks?

This Book ends with happily ever after (HEA) and contains mature language and content intended for 18+ readers only!


Chapter 1

Michael Scott sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter, staring at the half-filled seats in front of him. It was their regular number of customers, and he wished he could get out and receive some fresh air.

An old man dozed off, holding a copy of the latest Dan Brown's book. Michael wanted to wake him up, so he wouldn't get snot all over the pages, but he had already bought the book. It wasn't his problem anymore.

The door sounded as someone entered the room. Michael straightened up and smiled. "Thank God, I thought I was going to die here. I love the sweater."

His best friend, Maya Clarks, did a little twirl for him as her sequined sweater glittered under the fluorescent light.

"Thank you. Now, we have to do something about your sweater."

Michael looked down at his sweater and tugged on the sleeves defensively. It was a good, warm but worn-out sweater that he refused to let go of for some reason. It was mainly because it was comfortable.

"But I love it." He pouted.

Maya shook her head, her high ponytail swirling around. "I know, but come on, it has to go."

Michael folded his arms. He knew she wouldn't let it go. "Fine. Next Shein flash sale, I'll get a new one."

Maya smiled and brought out a wrapped donut from her bag. She handed it to Michael, and he thanked her. Maya worked at a bakery and always brought sweets with her whenever she came to see him.

A lot of people would say Maya didn't dress her age. She was thirty years old and only a year younger than Michael was but wore a lot of bejeweled outfits and pulled her hair up like a teenager, but that was what made her special to Michael. Her boyfriend, Jared, loved it that way too.

Maya cleared her throat and grabbed a book from the counter. Michael turned to look at what made her act that way, and he saw that his boss, Mr. Moore, had walked into the room.

Michael turned to look at her and played along. "Of course, I highly recommend this book if you are looking for something to keep you on your toes."

"Oh please. Just don't smear the jelly donut on anything." Mr. Moore rolled his eyes and scratched his bald head before walking back.

Maya giggled. "I guess there's no need for us to pretend anymore."

"I guess so."

Maya clapped her hands, her bangles giggling. "I forgot to tell you. You have a blind date."

Michael's eyebrows flew into his head. "I have a what now?"

Maya reached into her purse and reapplied a coat of lip gloss. "A date. Wear something nice."

"And you are just telling me now?"

Maya rolled her eyes. "Hey, you are welcome." She leaned over like she wanted to say something secretive. "He is a really cute guy. He works as the PA to some southern celebrity. He's perfect for you."

Michael knew that Maya had good intentions, but he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. He may be a bit socially weird, but he could definitely pull a guy...or two.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to go out with someone and just have a peaceful evening.

Michael pursed his lips and finally nodded. "Fine. What's his name?"

Maya clapped. "I knew you'd come around. His name's Mark. By the way, you're going to have to get a trim for that hair."

Michael ran a hand through his golden curls. They hung over his eyes in ringlets, and he kept sweeping it to the side. "When I get an off day."

Maya shook her head. "I can't believe you are still the only one here, working for that man."

Michael smiled as an elderly woman walked up to him and paid for a romance book she had picked. He bagged the book and handed it to her, thanking her as she walked out of the room.

"I don't exactly have a choice. I have to pay bills. Plus, I'm a manager now."