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The Tyrant alpha 11
“Tea Fates?”Abertha is warming to her analogy. Her gray eyes start to dance like they do when she’s enjoying herself. “Uh-huh. Tea Fates are about the journey. Pups are great, but they’re interested in the bigger things—love and destiny and balance and justice. Destroying all sentient life and returning the world to its natural state. That kind of thing.” “Sounds like a mess.”“Oh, yes. It is. Look around. Obviously, the powers that be have to be working at cross purposes, right?”“So why do we all believe that mates are fated?” “’Cause they are.”“And when they’re not? Like Jimmy and Dierdre?”“They still are. The story’s just more—complicated. But people don’t want to think about that too much. Strains their little pea-sized noggins.” “My little pea-sized noggin is strained.”“I bet. Drink something.” She smiles wickedly. “Your choice.” She taps the plate of muffins. “And eat.”“So Killian and I are fated mates?”“Yes.”“But he doesn’t think we are?”“Appears so.”“And we’re not an
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-17The Tyrant alpha 12
I skirt the commons and follow the ridge, approaching my cabin from behind. Only elders are up this early, and I really don’t want to see them after yesterday’s naked mortification. Or was it the day before? Time’s a little fuzzy.I round the cabin, and I’m almost to my front steps when a throat clears. I jump and whirl. Thankfully, I’ve already grabbed the banister, so I keep my balance.It’s Killian, leaning against the outbuilding across the path. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt, hood up, and his customary faded jeans that cling to his thighs. My heart beats faster, but in the way it always does around him. He’s built and scary and objectively hot. It’s a normal female reaction.I scan my body. No sign of heat.I exhale and stare at his boots. It’s as close to a bent neck as he’s getting today.“Where were you?” His voice is brusque but even.He doesn’t come closer. He’s propped one heel on the wall, and with another male, it’d look casual, but with his air of raw power, it’s menaci
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-17The Tyrant alpha 1
UNA “Una! Come get this!”I hunch over and text quicker.I’ve got a guy from the city willing to drive down and pay three hundred dollars for five pounds of dried morel mushrooms. I’m getting ripped off. He’s going to turn around and sell them to some fancy restaurant for six hundred, minimum, but three hundred is a nice payday when technically, I’m not allowed to handle human money.Or talk to human men.Or own a phone.Or leave pack land without permission.I’m probably not allowed to harvest morels, either, but there’s no rule, and his highness Killian Kelly never deigns to notice what mere females do all day while he and the males train and spar and condition.I’m not mad about it. Now that Killian has the males fighting on the circuit, there’s food to eat besides what our wolves can catch and money for gas and electric. When Killian’s father was alpha, we did the laundry by hand in rain barrels and lived on venison and rabbit.Unmated and unprotected females like me still rank lo
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-26The Tyrant alpha 2
Killian’s a dick, but Lochlan is a “back in the day” type. You know, “back in the day” bitches presented at command. None of this mating-for-life bullshit. “Back in the day” the alpha put down defective wolves. For their own good. This, of course, is always said within my hearing while eyeing my bum leg.I’m not afraid of Lochlan, but I’m terrified of all the packmates who think like him and keep it on the down low. I’m scared they’ll outnumber Killian’s crew, and I won’t see it coming in time to run.I can live with our current level of backwards, but I’m not going face down, ass up because some higher-ranking male wants to scratch an itch. Screw that. I’ve got cash in a jar buried behind my cabin. I’ve got options.As Tye and Lochlan make their way to the center of the room and square off, Killian bends forward in his metal folding chair, bracing his forearms on his thick thighs. It might as well be a throne. The huge fireplace at his back frames him in stone and fire, and no one da
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-26The Tyrant alpha 3
“Bad call,” he grumbles under his breath. He’s just sore because he’s in cahoots with Lochlan. From where I was standing, Tye won without a doubt.I snag the basket and turn to go. I’m going to “forget” about the bread and duck out the back. Thesun is setting. There’ll probably be a breeze from the foothills. I can cool down.I want to be outside so bad. The desire hits me so hard, it’s a longing. I need open sky. I want to breathe in the night air. I want to bask in the moonlight.Mostly, I want out of these clothes. My bra straps are digging into my shoulders, and my khakis are damp and too damn tight. They must’ve shrunk in the wash. Or I’ve ended up wearing Annie’s again by accident.I take a step toward the kitchen, but before I head back, I glance up at the dais. I have to. I’m called. It’s instinct even though no one said my name.But there’s only Killian, staring at me.Heat bursts from my core, surging down my limbs, leaving my toes and fingertips tingling. I hold onto the e
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-26The Tyrant alpha 4
Out of nowhere, without waiting for his nod of approval, Haisley Byrne saunters to the dais, steps up to Killian, wraps her arms around his neck, and shoves her boobs into his side. Then she rises up on her tiptoes and kisses him full on the mouth. He goes rigid.He doesn’t avert his eyes. He’s looking at me while she sucks his face. No.Ours.An inhuman wail—both a yowl and a roar—fills my ears from inside my skull.My spine rips out of my skin.Pain cascades through me, bursting from the inside out, an explosion of splintering bone and shredding muscle. I’m dying. I’m being torn apart.I scream, collapsing to the ground. My joints break with a sick pop, and I lay powerless against the contortions, staring unblinking at the dais. Haisley’s jaw has dropped. Killian’s—holding himself back?His fists are clenched, his teeth gritted, as if he’s straining to control himself.My vision is like a camera focusing. Everything is small and far away, and then it’s close and bright and too vivid
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-26The Tyrant alpha 5
It was a dumb, dumb, stupid move, but wolves can’t tolerate their mates being scent-marked by rivals. It’s basic psychology. Biology. Whatever. Apparently, it’s hella stronger than the survival instinct.My wolf still bristles at Haisley hovering nearby. If my wolf were stronger, she’d go for round two. Dumb, dumb, stupid wolf.Killian lets out a growl that makes the tables wobble on their wheels. He’s losing patience. “Speak for yourself,” he says.“You know why I did.” It’s almost a whisper.He stalks down from his dais to stand above me, stance wide and arrogant, as if he needs extra space for his dick to swing. He folds his arms, and his biceps bulge. I lick my lips.“Humor me,” he says.I swallow. My throat is still tight, and my mouth is bone dry. I’m scared, and my wolf is flinging herself at the walls, desperate to get loose and jump on him—I’m not sure whether to claim him or rip him a new one. She’s out of control, and I can’t calm her down. It’s all I can do to stop her fro
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-02-26The Tyrant alpha 6
We paid for Old Noreen’s massage chair. A rental on the far side of town so Kennedy can shift in private. Annie’s books and music and movie subscriptions. Video games for my old foster brother Fallon that he resells to all his friends who haven’t made the cut to fight on the circuit yet.I force myself to count so I don’t drown in the hole Killian shoved me into. I’m dangling, holding on for dear life, nails dug into a slippery edge, but I’m not nothing.I might not be male or mated—I might not have a father or uncle to “protect” me—but I have something to show for my life.The coop and bee yard at Abertha’s cottage. The patches of strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and rhubarb. Our plot of medicinal herbs—calendula, peppermint, lemon balm, and chamomile. The greenhouse that the girls and I built ourselves.We all have phones. Even Old Noreen so she can call her sister in Moon Lake whenever she wants.Kennedy’s video game consoles. Mari’s sexy party dresses and high heels that s
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-03-17
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The Tyrant alpha 12
I skirt the commons and follow the ridge, approaching my cabin from behind. Only elders are up this early, and I really don’t want to see them after yesterday’s naked mortification. Or was it the day before? Time’s a little fuzzy.I round the cabin, and I’m almost to my front steps when a throat clears. I jump and whirl. Thankfully, I’ve already grabbed the banister, so I keep my balance.It’s Killian, leaning against the outbuilding across the path. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt, hood up, and his customary faded jeans that cling to his thighs. My heart beats faster, but in the way it always does around him. He’s built and scary and objectively hot. It’s a normal female reaction.I scan my body. No sign of heat.I exhale and stare at his boots. It’s as close to a bent neck as he’s getting today.“Where were you?” His voice is brusque but even.He doesn’t come closer. He’s propped one heel on the wall, and with another male, it’d look casual, but with his air of raw power, it’s menaci
The Tyrant alpha 11
“Tea Fates?”Abertha is warming to her analogy. Her gray eyes start to dance like they do when she’s enjoying herself. “Uh-huh. Tea Fates are about the journey. Pups are great, but they’re interested in the bigger things—love and destiny and balance and justice. Destroying all sentient life and returning the world to its natural state. That kind of thing.” “Sounds like a mess.”“Oh, yes. It is. Look around. Obviously, the powers that be have to be working at cross purposes, right?”“So why do we all believe that mates are fated?” “’Cause they are.”“And when they’re not? Like Jimmy and Dierdre?”“They still are. The story’s just more—complicated. But people don’t want to think about that too much. Strains their little pea-sized noggins.” “My little pea-sized noggin is strained.”“I bet. Drink something.” She smiles wickedly. “Your choice.” She taps the plate of muffins. “And eat.”“So Killian and I are fated mates?”“Yes.”“But he doesn’t think we are?”“Appears so.”“And we’re not an
The Tyrant alpha 10
Memories flash in my mind of the great room, surrounded by the pack, covered in blood. Killian’s unwavering voice.I have no mate. It is known.I shiver. He doesn’t now. I can feel the silence inside me where the fledgling bond had been. “Thank you.” I grab Abertha’s dry hand.She shrugs. “You’ll pay me back.”“I will. I promise.”Abertha already takes a percentage of everything we make at the market. Lately, I’ve been debating whether to cut her in when I figure out how to do online sales. I’m definitely cutting her in after this.“Let’s get you some tea,” she says. “And pants.”We pick our way through the thick underbrush back to one of the trails. I don’t remember crawling into the thicket. It was a smart move. In my heat, I was defenseless. At least the brambles offered some protection.We aren’t far from Abertha’s cottage. I must have been heading there when I lost it. It’s reassuring to see our wooden beehives busy with activity, and the herbs bushy and tall in the raised garden
The Tyrant alpha 9
“Let’s get you out of there.” She reaches in, yelping when a thorn scratches her forearm. “I’m sorry Una’s little wolf. This isn’t going to be as gentle as I’d like.”She grabs my hind legs and drags me out from the underbrush. I whine. The pain is so allencompassing, my bad leg hurts no worse than the other.“There we go.” Abertha plops on her butt—as always, amazingly agile for a female her age— and she cuddles me between her legs, smoothing a hand over my flanks. I whimper.“You need to shift back, Una, love. I can’t help you like this.”I don’t want to. I don’t want to think as well as feel. Feeling is already too much.“Come on, now, brave girl. Come on,” she coaxes. I lay there, spent and shivering. She sighs. “It’ll go easier on you if you decide to do it yourself.” I can’t. I don’t have the energy.Abertha scoots back, giving me space. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now, shift!”There’s power in her voice. I have no choice. My body buckles, limbs unfolding, and I bow with
The Tyrant alpha 9
“Completely.”“I looped past the lone female’s cabin on my way back from patrol.”“Yeah?” My adrenaline spikes. I’m only interested because every packmate is my concern.“She wasn’t there.”“I’m sure she’s got work.” The females are always doing something.“She’s not in the commons.”That’s not surprising. She’s probably running the woods now that her wolf’s wide awake. And she’s got to be embarrassed. She’s not gonna want to bump into Haisley or her mother any time soon.“Una’s scent is stale. She didn’t go home last night.”I snarl. My incisors descend, pricking my lip. “Son of a bitch.” I suck the cut. I didn’t see it coming.That’s not possible.My wolf and I are one. We act as one.I’ve already got hair sprouted all up my back and my vision’s going dichromatic. I fight the shift. I’m not going to track Una Hayes and get people’s jaws flapping again. That’s not happening. She can go hide in the woods and nurse her wounds if she wants.It doesn’t bother me.It shouldn’t.“Hey-oh!”
The Tyrant alpha 8
Of course, that’s not possible. The wolf and I are two forms, but one being. We don’t have different concerns. That’s a faulty construct. Like pain. It’s in your head. It’s not real. We are our wolves. Period. Every pup who was raised right knows that.Your wolf’s hungry? You’re hungry. You’re pissed? Your wolf’s pissed. Simple.“I dropped her behind the lodge,” Tye says.“By the dumpsters?” My shoulder blades clench. I have to focus on the muscles to relax. The heat isn’t doing it.“Haisley and her crew were gathered up front. I figure I’d give Una a head start.”“Goddamn.”My father never had to deal with this kind of shit. Females would have never dared to shift unbidden. Or approach the alpha and lay claim to him in front of the pack.Or rub up on him uninvited, for that matter.“Haisley’s getting above herself.” It’s my fault. I guess I’ve let her suck my dick a few too many times.Tye settles his arms along the back of the bench. “You should talk to Dermot.”“She’s not gonna lis
The Tyrant alpha 7
Tye shrugs. “Too much turkey and gravy? Fuck if I know. It was a strange night.”“That it was.” I duck between the ropes and slap his back. “Sauna?”He nods, and we make our way to the locker room. I kept most things the same when I became alpha, but I did have the old gym restored and the facilities updated. We’ve got a sauna and hot tub now, and I had a ring built in the middle of the basketball court. When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill.Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.Earning the money to buy our land from the government was my father’s greatest accomplishment. And it made our males what we are now—prizefighters mostly, bounty hunters and hired muscl
The Tyrant alpha 6
We paid for Old Noreen’s massage chair. A rental on the far side of town so Kennedy can shift in private. Annie’s books and music and movie subscriptions. Video games for my old foster brother Fallon that he resells to all his friends who haven’t made the cut to fight on the circuit yet.I force myself to count so I don’t drown in the hole Killian shoved me into. I’m dangling, holding on for dear life, nails dug into a slippery edge, but I’m not nothing.I might not be male or mated—I might not have a father or uncle to “protect” me—but I have something to show for my life.The coop and bee yard at Abertha’s cottage. The patches of strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and rhubarb. Our plot of medicinal herbs—calendula, peppermint, lemon balm, and chamomile. The greenhouse that the girls and I built ourselves.We all have phones. Even Old Noreen so she can call her sister in Moon Lake whenever she wants.Kennedy’s video game consoles. Mari’s sexy party dresses and high heels that s
The Tyrant alpha 5
It was a dumb, dumb, stupid move, but wolves can’t tolerate their mates being scent-marked by rivals. It’s basic psychology. Biology. Whatever. Apparently, it’s hella stronger than the survival instinct.My wolf still bristles at Haisley hovering nearby. If my wolf were stronger, she’d go for round two. Dumb, dumb, stupid wolf.Killian lets out a growl that makes the tables wobble on their wheels. He’s losing patience. “Speak for yourself,” he says.“You know why I did.” It’s almost a whisper.He stalks down from his dais to stand above me, stance wide and arrogant, as if he needs extra space for his dick to swing. He folds his arms, and his biceps bulge. I lick my lips.“Humor me,” he says.I swallow. My throat is still tight, and my mouth is bone dry. I’m scared, and my wolf is flinging herself at the walls, desperate to get loose and jump on him—I’m not sure whether to claim him or rip him a new one. She’s out of control, and I can’t calm her down. It’s all I can do to stop her fro
