Kiss Of An Alpha King

AEOLA“YOU’RE SHITTING ME.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A statement because I knew Brennan was joking. He had to be, didn’t he? Of course, there was massive concern over the fact that he was the one imparting this news to me. After all, Brennan rarely joked. It wasn’t that he was somber, it was that he saw the world a little differently. There was nothing wrong with that considering the world we lived in was a shower of shit, but still, he wasn’t easily amused. And he’d never laugh or joke about the fact that I had a son out there. A son I’d fathered with Aela O’Neill. My throat tightened at the memories of her. She’d been the one who got away. The one I’d loved. Who I’d let get away. At the

AELA  BEFORE                 IN MY PLAID skirt with its box pleats, a crisp linen shirt, and a heavy jacket, I felt more than just stupid. I looked it too. My squeaky leather shoes had these tiny tassels on them, for God’s sake. Throw in the knee socks, and I looked like a character from some weird show. I wasn’t used to wearing a uniform. Back before Dad’s promotion, I’d just worn regular clothes at my regular school. Then I’d had to move to St. Mary’s Middle School for Girls, and we were now being shunted off to St. John’s High. St. Mary’s had been bad enough with its ankle-length skirts, but, and I knew this was horrendous, it hadn’t mattered at St

Working with Da meant being his fists. So far it was a miracle I’d avoided wet work, but it seemed like my time had come. Before the year was out, I knew I’d have my first kill under my belt— “Declan?” The soft voice, the whisper of my name, broke into my thoughts. Before I could get angry at having my space invaded, my private place that was free from the Irish Mob’s taint because no Westie would be caught dead here, I saw her. She was like an angel. A dark-haired one. Her face was petite, rounded at the chin with the tiniest little indent in the middle, and her cheeks were rosy with the cold. Her eyes were bright with expectation, and her smile was hesitant as she looked at me like she expected me not to know her. But I did. I knew her. I&

 BRENNAN                SHE WAS CRYING, and the sound pissed me off. I’d always liked Aela. She was good people, strong, and exactly what my brother had needed in a woman. That bitch Deirdre had been all about the position, the posturing. The family name and the family wealth. I’d known she was a money-grubbing slut, had known she was tangled up with Declan for a reason even if, to this day, I had no idea why they were together because I’d seen Dec’s loathing for her every time she stood by his side. I was surprised the rest of the family hadn’t noticed that either, but sometimes I saw things that no one else did, so it didn’t come as that much of a shock. Whil

CONOR                IF I HAD any more programs running on my laptop, I figured the RAM on it would send it flying into outer space. It was already throbbing like a motherfucker on my lap, and I might as well have invited the Sahara to come and bake my balls. Did my brothers give a fuck, though, as they breathed down my neck, trying to get information out of me? A big fat fucking no. They didn’t give a crap about the fact I probably wouldn’t be able to have kids after this clusterfuck. And it wasn’t only my brothers’ fault that the future Mrs. Conor O’Donnelly was going to have to visit a sperm bank to get her some baby Conors. Nope, it w