Alpha Dominated (The Dixon Brothers Book 3)

by Olivia T. Turner

  Alpha Dominated

  The Dixon Brothers Book Three

  Olivia T. Turner

  Copyright© 2021 by Olivia T. Turner.

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  Contents

  Copyright

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Ivy

  “How did you talk me into this?”

  My stomach churns as we walk to the tiny rusted-up plane. I’d be worried about landing on those tires that look like they’re made of plastic if we weren’t jumping out of it in midair.

  “We’re twenty, bitch!” Kindrie squeals as she wraps her arm around mine. “We’re indestructible!”

  “I hope we’re not about to find out if that’s true,” I mutter under my breath as she pulls me to the plane.

  I’m surrounded by my four friends and we’re all about to risk our lives (Kindrie’s idea) to celebrate our twentieth birthday.

  We drove to this little mountain town in Montana this morning called Belgrade Springs and we’re spending the weekend here to celebrate. We’re staying at the inn in town and I guess going to the only bar they have.

  The room had two double beds with a maximum of four people allowed and there were five of us. Somehow, I ended up in a room by myself while my four friends shared the other one. I don’t know how that’s fair, but I didn’t want to start a fight, so I let it slide even though it did hurt my feelings. If there’s someone who has to be left out, it’s always me.

  Today, we’re parachuting, tomorrow, it’s either spending the day hungover lying in bed or lying in the local morgue if that rusty old plane has anything to say about it.

  The pilot starts the engine and the prop begins turning loudly. The whole plane sounds like it’s being held together with duct tape.

  I wave the thick black smoke out of my face and look around. “Where are the instructors?”

  “This is the only place on the west coast that doesn’t require you to jump with an instructor strapped to your back.”

  “And that’s a good thing?” I ask with a gulp. “Isn’t that illegal?”

  “Totally!”

  Kindrie high-fives Wendy like it’s something to be excited about.

  “What are you so nervous about?” Wendy asks with a laugh. “Look at her, she’s so pale!”

  I look around at all of the laughing faces and wonder why I’m the only one who’s nervous here. The office of this place was in a freaking barn, there are no instructors, and the plane looks like it broke down here on the way to the junkyard. Of course I’m freaking out!

  “Here,” Kindrie says as she pulls out her flask. “Have some liquid courage.”

  I take a deep breath as I grab the flask from her. It can’t hurt. It burns as I take a big disgusting gulp.

  I still don’t feel any better.

  “Let’s go!” the pilot shouts as he sticks his head out of the window.

  Lindsay pulls out her phone and we all crowd together for a selfie beside the plane. We look like junkyard astronauts in these old gross suits. They all smell like wet dog.

  Wendy, Lindsay, and Miley hop into the plane and I grab Kindrie before she follows them in.

  “We’re going to be fine,” she says when she sees my face.

  “I don’t know,” I say as my stomach groans. Maybe that shot wasn’t the best idea… “I have a bad feeling about this. Look at this place. It’s super sketchy. It looks like the set of a horror movie. How do we know there’s even parachutes in our packs? We could pull the string and blankets come out. Or nothing!”

  I can tell she’s trying not to roll her eyes as she looks at me. Kindrie has always been the more adventurous one. She thinks nothing of walking up to cute guys in the bar and chatting them up. Every time she does that, all I want to do is sneak into the parking lot and go read in the car.

  “We’re twenty years old, Ivy.”

  I’m waiting for her point, but it’s not coming. She’s just staring at me.

  “So?”

  Now comes the eye roll. “So, we’re only twenty! We can’t die. We’re too young.”

  “I’m not sure that’s how it works,” I say as the girls take selfies inside the plane.

  “That’s exactly how it works,” she says as she grabs my nasty jumpsuit and pulls me inside.

  She slams the door closed and the pilot takes off before I can say a word.

  The girls cheer and holler as I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that this thing is not going to explode during take-off.

  The small plane is shaking like crazy as we roll down the dirt runway. The pilot looks like he’s sixteen. They took out all the other seats to make room for more jumpers so we’re all sitting on the vibrating floor.

  “Oh shit,” I whisper as the pilot pulls back on the yoke and we rise into the air.

  With no seatbelts, we all slide to the back, falling all over each other. My four friends are laughing. I’m not. I’m terrified.

  This sucks so bad.

  Finally, the plane levels off at a high altitude. My friends start taking photos of the clouds outside of the windows as I look around the cabin.

  I nearly pee my jumpsuit when I see a sign that says Maximum Capacity: Four People. I’ve never been the best at math, but even I know that six people is more than four.

  “Excuse me,” I say as I tap the pilot on the shoulder.

  He pulls down his headphones (not a headset like a normal pilot would wear, but headphones to listen to music) and glances over his shoulder at me. “What?”

  “It says there should only be four people in here at a time.”

  “That’s just a safety precaution.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I say in disbelief. “Shouldn’t we be following it?”

  He shrugs and puts his headphones back on. I can hear Metallica blasting out of them.

  Five minutes into the flight, I’ve made the decision that I’m not jumping. I’m staying right here, clinging onto the back of the pilot’s seat.

  My friends can jump out if they want. They can say whatever they like. I’ll probably be known as Pussy Ivy for the rest of my life, but I don’t care. I’m not moving my ass from this spot.

  After a while, the pilot yanks his headphones back down. “All right, ladies! The drop zone is just below us. Exit the plane, yank the cord, and enjoy your ride down.”

  I clear my throat to make my big announcement. “Actually, I—oh shit!!”

  Wendy opens t
he door and fierce wind slams into us. It’s so terrifyingly loud.

  My knuckles are white as I clench onto the seat. All I can see are clouds. I want to cry. I want to go home.

  “No!” I scream as Wendy scoots over to the open door. “Wendy don’t!!”

  It’s too late. She disappears.

  My heart is hammering inside of my chest as I watch Lindsay and Miley disappear one at a time.

  “You’re next!” Kindrie screams in my face over the roaring of the wind. “Go!”

  “I changed my mind!” I scream back. “I’m not jumping!”

  “You have to!”

  “No, I don’t!”

  Kindrie pulls out her flask again. “Take a sip of this it will calm you down.”

  The only thing that will calm me down is an IV full of Xanax. Taken on the ground.

  “I’m not going!” I shout at her. “Go without me!”

  “We’re near the end of the drop zone,” the pilot shouts. “Out of my plane, ladies!”

  “You’re seriously not coming?” Kindrie says with a disappointed look on her face.

  I shake my head.

  “Fine,” she grunts. She puts the flask back into her pocket and scoots toward the door.

  And just like that… my best friend of twelve years disappears… probably falling to her death.

  I sit there, clinging onto the seat as the plane goes.

  “What are you doing?” the pilot shouts at me. “Leave!”

  “I’m not jumping,” I shout back.

  “What are you talking about? This is a one-way trip.”

  “I’m staying in the plane. I’ll wait for them back at the office.”

  “I’m going to my girlfriend’s house,” he shouts. “I’m not going back so get out!”

  Oh fuck… We’re so high…

  My pulse is racing. I’m practically hyperventilating every time I glance at the open door.

  “I can’t!” I shout as tears start streaming down my cheeks. “I physically can’t let go.”

  He jerks the plane to the side and I scream as my legs slide toward the open door. “Don’t do that!”

  “Get out of my fucking plane!” he shouts as he jerks the plane again.

  I scream as my body whips around. I’m holding on so tightly to the seat, but my sweaty palms are starting to slip. I don’t know how much longer I can last, especially if he keeps flying like a complete asshole!

  “Jump!” he shouts. “Now!”

  We’re so far past the drop zone by now. We must be somewhere in California at this point.

  “I can’t! Please don’t make me!”

  “Stop being a pussy!”

  He suddenly banks the airplane, turning in a tight circle. We’re practically sideways. My body is hanging straight down over the open door. If I let go, I’ll slide right out.

  “You’re a monster!” I scream as my left hand slips off.

  Oh God… I’m hanging by one arm now. I’m toast.

  I’m only twenty years old. I can’t die like this…

  He stays in the tight turn. Gravity gets the best of me and I fall.

  I scream as I tumble, but I manage to grab onto the doorway before I fly out.

  We can see each other better now. The look on his face is pure disdain as he glares at me.

  “Let go!”

  “I can’t! Where is the drop zone? What kind of horrible company is this?”

  Instead of answering my very valid questions, he starts grabbing garbage laying around the front, and throwing it at me.

  I get hit with crumpled-up papers, an empty water bottle, a packet of tissues, but it’s the McDonald’s cup in the forehead that finally makes me let go.

  “Fuuuuucccccckkkkk yyyooooouuuuuu!!!” I scream as I free fall.

  I spot the tiny plane in the sky as I flip, flop, and flail on the way down. It’s so much quieter out here. The wind isn’t roaring in my ears anymore. It’s just whizzing by me as I plummet to the earth.

  The scenery is spectacular with the large mountains, winding rivers, and gorgeous lakes all around, but I’m not paying attention to any of it. I’m in full-blown panic mode.

  I grab onto the string and pull it.

  Shit! Nothing happens.

  I nearly have a heart attack until I realize I was pulling on a loose strap.

  “See!” I shout at the top of my lungs. “That’s why we’re supposed to be strapped to motherfucking instructors!!”

  I grab the ripcord and yank it.

  My chute pours out. Please. Please… I get yanked up as it opens.

  “Oh, thank you so much,” I mutter to the parachute gods.

  I start falling slower and the panic starts to ease a bit. It’s actually kind of nice up here with the chute open. There’s forest below me and a nice…

  Wait a minute. Where’s the freaking drop zone?

  My legs flail as I jerk around, desperately looking for it. I think I spot it, but it must be miles away. The only thing around me is forest and I’m heading right into it.

  “No! No!” I scream at the trees.

  They get larger and closer as I try to steer this parachute that won’t freaking budge.

  I hate everything about this.

  I’m hoping the stupid pilot’s girlfriend dumps his ass, breaks his cruel heart, and gives him herpes as the earth gets closer and closer.

  I spot where I have to land. There’s an opening in the forest next to the river. If I can just steer over there, I’ll be able to land safely. If I can just get over this—

  “No! Noooo!!”

  The wind takes me away from the spot and toward the thickest part of the forest. It’s coming up fast now…

  I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my butt cheeks as I cut through the branches. They snap and whip my face as I plummet.

  When my chute hits the treetops, my fall jerks to a stop.

  “This is not good,” I whisper as I peek down. I’m dangling in midair over a hundred feet above the ground.

  I look up at my chute to see if there’s something I can do, but it’s completely wrapped around several thick branches. I’m stuck.

  I can’t slip out of this jumpsuit and even if I could, it would be a hundred-foot drop to the hard ground below.

  “This is just great,” I say as I pull out my cell phone. “This is why I didn’t want to jump, but did anyone listen? No!”

  I’m terrified my battery might be empty, but I remember fully recharging it just in case of an emergency like this.

  “I bet Kindrie’s phone is on its last five percent,” I mutter as I turn it on.

  I dial nine, then one, and just as I’m about to hit the last one, I jerk down another foot and the phone slips from my hands.

  “NO!!!” I scream as it tumbles out of my fingers and plummets to the ground. I watch in horror as it free falls for what feels like forever and then crashes into a large rock, shattering to pieces.

  My heart stops.

  I’m so screwed.

  Chapter Two

  Easton

  “They’re not so bad,” Bailey says as everyone shakes their heads. “They’re bear shifters, like you guys.”

  “They’re nothing like us,” Cameron says with a sharp tone. “All they do is cause trouble wherever they go.”

  “That does sound like us,” I say with a laugh.

  Bailey’s brother is named Enzo and he works at the fire department in town. There are four of them, all grizzly bear shifters, and we can’t seem to cross each other’s path without breaking a few tables, chairs, windows, and bones.

  She’s my cousin Roman’s mate and she’s been trying to get us to bury the hatchet with the firefighters ever since they hooked up a few weeks ago.

  I wouldn’t mind. It would be nice to go into town to get a beer without having to wrestle that monster Bree in the middle of a huge brawl, but my brothers are much more hotheaded than I am.

  “Not going to happen,” Jacob roars as he jumps to his feet. We’
re all having a nice afternoon around the pool with music and beers, enjoying the last few nice days before fall comes. “I’ll never be friends with that firecunt, Quinton.”

  He crushes his empty beer can and storms off in a heated rage. We all watch in shock as he rips off his clothes and explodes into his bear.

  “What’s gotten into him?” Roman asks as he watches Jacob’s Kodiak bear charge into the forest.

  I think I know.

  Roman has his arm around Bailey on the patio furniture and Cameron is holding his mate Mary in the pool. She has her legs wrapped around him and they keep kissing.

  I know what he’s going through, because I’m going through the same thing. It’s been tough lately after their mates showed up.

  When it was just the four of us, tramping around as bachelors, it was easier to ignore the gnawing feeling of something missing inside. The desperate feeling of a mateless shifter.

  But now that it’s in our face, teasing us, taunting us, reminding us every second, it’s hard. It’s real hard.

  Every kiss our brothers give their mates is like a dagger in the heart. Every hand held is a reminder of how much we’re lacking. Every snuggle is a punch to the gut knowing our mate is in danger without us there to protect her. Every I love you is a cruel form of torture.

  Jacob is taking it harder than I am. He’s always taken it hard, even when it was just us guys, so it must be eating away at him now worse than ever.

  “I think he’s feeling the need to be with his mate,” I tell them, keeping my own need out of it.

  Mary pushes away from Cameron, but he holds onto her arm and pulls her back in. “Maybe we should be a little more subtle about the PDA.”

  “PDA?” Cameron asks with his eyebrow raised.