Accidental Roommate of the Campus Alpha

#Chapter 5 No Imagination Necessary

Third Person POV

Kade made one hard thrust deep inside the girl he had grabbed on his way home and groaned with satisfaction. She made a small noise as he rolled off of her.

After such an interesting day, he needed a release, and it was easy to find a willing partner. The day’s events passed through his mind, and he smiled, thinking about how he was going to tease Lana some more next time he saw her, which of course would piss off Caleb.

He sat up, and the redhead with perky t**s that had sensitive pink n*****s wrapped an arm around his waist. She tried to snuggle up to him, but Kade just pulled her off him and stood, causing her to make a sound of discontent.

“Tyler will get you a car. Your clothes are on that chair, and you can use the bathroom if you need to,” he said coolly.

She sat up, pulling the blankets tighter around her body, her lips forming a pout.

“I thought maybe we could spend some time together,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Maybe a cuddle?”

“You thought wrong,” Kade said, turning to look at her. “You know the rules.”

“But I gave you my virginity…”

“You know you all tell me that you're virgins, but I don’t think you know what the word actually means. I never promised you anything. You know I don’t do sleepovers, and I certainly don’t do cuddling. You came here willingly with that in mind.”

She shrank back a little, her cheeks reddening. Kade had seen right through her.

“Tyler will get you a car so you can get home safely,” Kade told her, softening his voice. The one thing he truly hated was when women cried around him, and from the pouty and watery look she was giving him, he knew she was on the edge. “If I ever feel like f*****g around again, I’ll give you a call.”

She looked a little brighter now, and she nodded as she climbed out of bed. She let the blankets fall around her as she grabbed her clothes off the chair. Kade watched her every movement; she was very attractive, and he appreciated a good show.

Tyler showed up moments later to escort her to the waiting car. Kade didn’t see her out, and when Tyler returned to the room, he started to strip down the bedding. He was an excellent beta and was always there when Kade needed him.

“At some point you’ll have to stop messing around, you know,” Tyler said, shaking his head. “Maybe you should start settling down and finding a…”

Kade cut him off.

“What the f**k, Tyler? You have my sister Maeve yapping in your ear or something?”

Tyler just shrugged as he stuffed the sheets into Kade’s hamper and opened his walk-in closet to get a fresh set.

“I don’t need a mate. It’s not like I need to be any more powerful than I am now. I can still kick Caleb’s ass,” Kade said as he set his phone on the mantle of his gas fireplace and went for his liquor cabinet.

“Yeah, but it’s not just about kicking Caleb’s ass. You know that, right?” Tyler asked, shooting a deep blue glance at Kade.

“All it would be is a chain to hold me down,” Kade said while he poured a glass of bourbon.

“It’s not a chain, dude,” Tyler interjected, pulling the fitted sheet tight.

Kade took a long pull of his drink and leaned against the mantle, looking down at the fire.

“Besides, I enjoy how things are now. I have my time to do with as I wish, with whomever I wish,” Kade said and lifted his glass, then took another drink.

“Sure,” Tyler retorted.

Kade sighed, “Anyways, you know how I feel about the whole thing. So does my sister.” He finished his drink, but mentioning Maeve again reminded him that his new roommate was supposed to be there later.

“f**k! I need to shower and dress. I gotta meet a new roommate my sister is forcing upon me.”

Lana’s POV

My gut still warned me this could be one big scam. But in my current situation, what else did I really have to lose? I clutched my pepper spray and checked out the address.

To my surprise, it was a decent apartment—way brighter and more spacious than I’d imagined. There was even a “student of Fenrir University” discount, putting the rent just within my budget.

The owner, a girl named Maeve, seemed to be overseas. We could only talk over a staticky phone line. She explained it was a two-bedroom, which meant sharing.

I didn’t care. I needed out of that hotel, fast. “A roommate? I’m fine with that. Is it you I’d be sharing with?”

Maeve’s voice cut in and out through the static. “...owner… living there? Yes… If that’s… okay… You should sign the lease soon.”

I tried hard to make out her words through the poor connection, grateful for how flexible and kind she seemed—she even said I didn’t need to rush with the deposit. Wanting to repay her kindness and lock this down, I quickly offered, “I can handle the cleaning and cooking, too. Thank you so much. Looking forward to meeting you!”

And just like that, I signed the lease with the building manager acting on the owner’s behalf.

-

My belongings were easy to move. One trip and I got it all. Kinda sad if you asked me. It all fit pretty well in the middle of my new room, but I didn’t have the time to unpack.

All I pulled out were some fresh clothes and a towel because I knew I would need them when I got back. It was essential that I finish everything that day. After the scene Olivia made, I wanted to be sure I would never need to go back to that dorm.

It seemed necessary to scrub down my whole side. It might have been overboard, but I didn’t care. Once I was done, I took pictures of everything as proof too. Just in case Olivia decided to do some fuckery and trash it all, then blame it on me.

I stood there smelling like floor cleaner.

I'd texted Maeve earlier to let her know I'd finished moving in, but I hadn't heard back. This time, I just used the key the building manager had given me and let myself in.

No one seemed to be there, and I let out a breath; I really didn’t want her to see me looking all sweaty and smelling like fake pine and chemicals. She might think that’s how I would end up every time I cleaned the place.

Walking past the kitchen, I remembered I was also supposed to cook and sighed to myself. It seemed my work was not done for the day. At least I had set out pajamas before I left, one less thing to do now. Stripping down, I tossed everything by the door and wrapped my towel around me.

My room was the furthest from the bathroom but closest to the front of the home, which I liked.

Even though I really liked Maeve so far, given what happened with Olivia, I figured it was smarter to keep things simple between us—just roommates, nothing more—no need to get tangled up in each other’s personal lives.

Turning the bathroom doorknob, the door was pulled out of my hand, and I let out a little yelp. Trying to compose myself, I began apologizing to Maeve, but as I looked up, my words caught in my throat. It was not Maeve.

Just like at the hotel, Kade stood before me, exiting the bathroom.

The heat rolling off him was the same. That crisp, mint-like scent was the same. So was the handsome, sharply carved face, the broad shoulders, the perfect lines of muscle.

The only difference was that this time, Kade wasn’t wearing a towel.

He was entirely on display.