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์ž‘๊ฐ€: Cate Jasmine
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Just like that, all the worries crash back down on me.

Diapers.

Laundry.

Cadoc.

Madog Collins.

Alban Hughes.

Brody Hughes.

New dens.

Food.

Newborn pups.

Childbirth. Oh, dear, sweet Fateโ€”childbirth.

Inside, my wolf is yawning and arching her back in a luxurious stretch, utterly relaxed. Iโ€™d be chilling too if I were off duty for the next six months or so.

I canโ€™t bear to put on stiff, dirty socksโ€”againโ€”so I shove my freezing feet into my boots and stamp outside to start the day.

The first thing I notice is that Cadocโ€™s moved his truck. Itโ€™s parked next to the Land Rover, now.

Cadoc himself is sitting on an overturned crate in front of a stack of boxes. On top of the boxes, thereโ€™s a laptop, a cell phone, and a rectangular black box with an antenna. Heโ€™s typing away, occasionally taking sips from an aluminum mug. If he werenโ€™t wearing cargo pants with bulging side pockets and a green plaid flannel shirt, heโ€™d look like the quintessential nob in the office.

He taps one last key, drains h
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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 180

    โ€œNo.โ€ His reply is immediate. After a beat, he takes my hips and drags me back until Iโ€™m flush with his chest. Itโ€™s not an aggressive move. More like heโ€™s securing me in place.I swing my legs, gently drumming his shins with my heels. He doesnโ€™t complain.โ€œWhatโ€™s this?โ€ I ask and tap a few buttons on his keyboard. He swats my hand away, tucking it in my lap with a hard forearm.I donโ€™t know what Iโ€™m doing. Iโ€™m not a brat or a flirt. Iโ€™ve seen Brynn and Lowry and the others, though. Iโ€™ve seen how they tease.โ€œItโ€™s my email inbox.โ€โ€œItโ€™s long.โ€โ€œYeah.โ€ I canโ€™t see his face, but thereโ€™s a smile in his voice. His raspy cheek brushes mine, and shivers dance across my skin. โ€œWhat are you doing, Rosie?โ€Heโ€™s not warning me off. I know because the arm holding me tightens, and I feel a poke in the cleft of my bottom. I wriggle. His wolf growls low in the back of his throat. All my nerves sparkle.โ€œFlirting like a nob. How am I doing?โ€He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling, then

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 181

    No oneโ€™s called me that before. Iโ€™m not claimed.โ€œRosie Kemble,โ€ I mumble.โ€œCollins,โ€ Cadoc corrects. โ€œSheโ€™s well.โ€โ€œAnd the pup?โ€โ€œGrowing,โ€ Cadoc answers. Itโ€™s strange. His manner has changed. He seems older, talking to Darragh. Like an instructor. Or like his father. The thoughtโ€™s unsettling. โ€œYouโ€™ll join us for a meal?โ€โ€œWhat are you having?โ€ Darragh glances at the trees around camp. Heโ€™s looking for a fresh deer or rabbit strung from a branch. Heโ€™s going to be disappointed.โ€œStew. Jerky. Canned salmon. Tuna.โ€Darragh hesitates before he says, โ€œYeah. All right. Thanks.โ€Cadoc ushers me toward the fire, and Darragh trails at a distance. Cadoc sets out crates, one for Darragh on the far side of the pit, two for us close together closer to the Airstream. Cadoc clearly doesnโ€™t want me near Darragh, and Darragh is being careful to give me distance and move slowly and deliberately.Itโ€™s a stark difference from how Cadoc acted back at Moon Lake. Hurt twinges in my chest. No one felt the

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 182

    He lets the silence weigh on us for a minute, and then he releases his hold on my wrists, massaging them gently. He didnโ€™t hurt me, but I let him do it anyway.โ€œSo, do you want a hot bath?โ€ he asks like itโ€™s nothing.Itโ€™s the dumbest question Iโ€™ve ever heard, but there is no way Iโ€™m being a smartass.โ€œHell yes,โ€ I say and turn to collect every vessel we have that can hold water.Cadoc stops me with a hand on my shoulder. โ€œGo rest inside. Iโ€™ve got this. Iโ€™ll call you when itโ€™s ready.โ€Iโ€™m not arguing. I skedaddle and collapse on my bed. Itโ€™s been a low-key day compared to the last few, but Iโ€™m still tired. Maybe itโ€™s the company, or the pup growing, or maybe itโ€™s because Iโ€™m low on adrenaline after the fear and uncertainty of the past weeks.Nothing is certain now, of course, but it feels different.For one, the bond is stronger. The current has become a river. Itโ€™s too present to be completely ignored now, but itโ€™s also natural enough not to be the focus of my thoughts, minute-to-minu

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 183

    He doesnโ€™t hesitate. โ€œNo.โ€โ€œYou donโ€™t miss your family and your tall buildings and cars and stuff?โ€โ€œIโ€™ve got my car. Thanks to you.โ€ I can almost hear his subtle smile.โ€œYou donโ€™t miss your parents?โ€ I miss mine. Every day.He thinks for a minute. His knife scrapes, and the fire crackles. The trees around the clearing and the Airstream are black outlines against a royal blue sky.โ€œMy fatherโ€™s sick, and I canโ€™t save him. I bought him time by stepping down in favor of Brody. Itโ€™s all I could do.โ€ He pauses. โ€œItโ€™s what I chose to do.โ€โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong with your father?โ€โ€œWasting sickness.โ€โ€œShit. He hasnโ€™t been able to get ashbalm?โ€โ€œThe witch tells him sheโ€™ll get it. She says itโ€™s a matter of time. He has to hold out โ€™til spring.โ€โ€œIโ€™m so sorry.โ€โ€œHeโ€™s the strongest wolf I know.โ€ Thereโ€™s fondness in his voice, and regret. โ€œI think if he were me, heโ€™d do the same thing I did.โ€I remember Aberthaโ€™s story about Lavender, Thyme, and the witch. I donโ€™t say anything, but I think Madog Collins m

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 184

    Cadoc emerges from the trailer, and he freezes on the metal step. Heโ€™s cast in shadow, but I know where heโ€™s looking. Heโ€™s staring at my breasts. Theyโ€™re fuller than they were the night we mated. My nipples are darkerโ€”more chestnut than almond.I rest my back against the tub, close my eyes, and let my head fall back.I can feel his eyes. Heat rushes between my legs. The bond runs hot and needy.โ€œRosie,โ€ he says softly.I cup water in my palms, releasing it to flow down the valley between my breasts, tickling their sensitive undersides.He stalks to his place by the fire and takes his seat, tense and awkward. Heโ€™s thinking what Iโ€™m thinking.Because Iโ€™m thinking it?Maybe. I enjoy the rush of power. Somehow, it settles me.He coughs to clear his throat. โ€œListen, Rosie, that nightโ€”โ€โ€œNo.โ€ I cut him off. โ€œI donโ€™t want to talk about that. It was the worst night of my life.โ€Thereโ€™s pain in the bond, and I donโ€™t mean to be harsh, but I donโ€™t want to be a character in that miserable story,

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 185

    Iโ€™m breathing in short pants, and I donโ€™t know whether to watch him touch me or watch him look at me, so I switch between his hand and his beautiful eyes. Theyโ€™re impassive as always, but I know exactly what he feels. I can read him from the inside.Heโ€™s in awe. Burning for me. Holding onto his control for dear life.My lips curve. He takes me by the hips and pulls me flush against him, my heavy breasts crushed to his chest, his hard cock digging into my stomach. He wraps me in his arms, and lowers his mouth to mine, closing his dusky eyelids, his black lashes feathering his cheeks.My harshly beautiful mate. He doesnโ€™t know quite what to do with meโ€”itโ€™s not like I know, eitherโ€”so he does everything.He kisses me, tastes me, demands that I open for him, lashes my tongue with his, exploring me, his hands roaming my back, caressing my ass. He wants all of me at once, so he canโ€™t make up his mindโ€”slip his rough fingers into my wet slit from behind, bite my lower lip โ€™til it stings and th

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 186

    ROSIEMy bite is healed, but the fang marks remain, pink puckered slashes down my neck. I canโ€™t stop touching them. Cadoc notices and smiles. I didnโ€™t know he could look smug, but apparently, he can.Itโ€™s been a mostly uneventful week. Cadoc caught a fat rabbit. Turns out heโ€™s never skinned one before, so that was interesting. I learned that โ€œsqueamishโ€ comes through the bond. Itโ€™s stronger now, wider and deeper. More nuanced, if thatโ€™s the word.Itโ€™s fascinating. And terrifying.Because strong, arrogant Cadoc is afraid. Itโ€™s not cowardice or worry. Itโ€™s a fear before battle. Iโ€™ve never felt it before, but now it flows into my chest, spiking my adrenaline and making it impossible for me to settle.So I fuss. We hike up to the den to plan our move, and I fuss over where weโ€™ll put the Airstream, and whether our pup will fall in the pool, and if the cave will flood when it rains and snows, and what will we do if bats come to roost? Or birds? Or both?Back at camp, I fuss over my nest, a

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 187

    Cadoc squeezes my fingers. โ€œWill you go back with me, Rosie?โ€โ€œOf course.โ€His voice drops low. โ€œCan you trust me, Rosie Collins?โ€I expect doubt, wariness. The quick, buzzing part of my brain is already thinking of the words to form a lie and make a promise I know I canโ€™t keep. Yes, I trust you.I anticipate it, but it doesnโ€™t come.I cock my head. โ€œYouโ€™ll protect me.โ€ Itโ€™s the truth. Iโ€™m certain of it in my bones.โ€œI will.โ€โ€œYouโ€™ll help my people?โ€ That, I donโ€™t know.โ€œOur people,โ€ he says.And itโ€™s not a promise or a vow, itโ€™s more than that. Itโ€™s a claiming.โ€œOkay.โ€ I squeeze his hand.โ€œOkay,โ€ he repeats. โ€œWe go.โ€It takes minutes for Seth and Cadoc to clear out the Land Roverโ€”while Bevan polishes off a canned hamโ€”and then weโ€™re bumping eastward, back toward Moon Lake.When we arrive at the Bogs, itโ€™s eerily quiet. Itโ€™s mid-day. The pups and young folk should be at the Academy and some adults will be downtown, but thereโ€™s always males like Uncle Dewey sleeping off a drunk or femal

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  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 484

    The humans know about shifters, of course, but thereโ€™s no need to draw more attention to us than we already do, as strangers in such a small town. Folks already gawk as Annie leads us to the village commons even though the streets are busy. Itโ€™s market day.As soon as we reach the grassy expanse filled with tables and tents, Alroy and Diantha peel off, heading in opposite directions. Griff seems torn, but when he sees that Diantha is making a beeline for a booth with racks of female clothing, he hurries to follow Alroy.Annie leads us down the makeshift walkways, smiling when sheโ€™s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but thereโ€™s no trace of fear in her scent. I breathe her happiness and excitement in, letting it flush my lungs clean of the oily town air.She sees her friends before I do and lets go of my hand to run toward them.My mate. My Annie. Running with a smile lighting her face.This is a good, good day.Two females rush around their table, the third making her way more slo

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 483

    JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where weโ€™re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldnโ€™t spring this visit on her, but I love watching her wolf get more and more excited the closer we get to Chapel Bell. Her short little legs are moving so fast, I almost donโ€™t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha donโ€™t have my patience, so theyโ€™re several yards ahead of us. Poor Griff has to be the buffer between them, and he keeps getting caught in the crossfire when their wolves decide to break the monotony by sniping at each other.I was worried that Annie would be too nervous to venture this far from camp, but she gets more confident every day. Iโ€™m pretty sure thatโ€™s because when we were out for a walk two months ago, she saw me take out two ferals that were encroaching on our territory to the north, so even though Killian and I pretty much fought to a draw, she knows I can handle

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 482

    He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.โ€œDid you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?โ€ He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didnโ€™t even hit an artery.Justus snarls, squaring his shoulders and bending his knees, readying himself to attack. Every inch of his body is covered in mud and blood, gashes and purpling bruises. White bone shows through a jagged slash on his forearm.A male coughs, clearing his throat. โ€œCan we just take a beat?โ€ Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldnโ€™t have thought it possible, but heโ€™s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right canโ€™t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. Iโ€™ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but Iโ€™ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I canโ€™t believe either he or Justus are still upright.โ€œThat bitch stabbed me.โ€ Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 481

    My wolf skids to a halt several feet away and then slinks forward, keeping the fire between her and the Salt Mountain wolf, letting the smoke block her scent. When sheโ€™s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. Sheโ€™s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolfโ€™s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. Iโ€™ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isnโ€™t chaos all around him as his wolves play a game of distraction, breaking after our slower, smaller, or older males and mauling them until our strong males are forced to turn back, away from us, to rescue them.Leith takes no notice of our wolves, even when they get close, or me, skulking behind the fire. Why would he? Iโ€™m no threatโ€”skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, heโ€™s intent on so

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 480

    ANNIERun! Run! Run!I squat as low as I can in the wildflowers and tear off my clothes.A few yards away, Killian and Justus are murdering each other. Tye, Ivo, and the rest are just watching, and no matter how much I scream, no matter what I say, their wolves donโ€™t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. Theyโ€™re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either donโ€™t notice or donโ€™t care.I have to get to Khalil, and my wolf is faster.Run into the woods! The woods!I huddle in the tall grass and summon my wolf. For the first time in my life, sheโ€™s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before Iโ€™m ready, assuming form like sheโ€™s surfacing from water rather than tearing herself free from bone and muscle.She runs away from the woods, toward the trail. The Salt Mountain wolves have gotten ahead of her, so she hangs back, keeping low and downwind.Turn around! Now!What are they doing? They canโ€™t think to attack La

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 479

    โ€œLavender is light green this time of year. It doesnโ€™t bloom until June or July.โ€โ€œWhat are you going to do with it now then?โ€โ€œMake a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.โ€โ€œMake a sachet for who?โ€I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.โ€œFor the den,โ€ she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. Sheโ€™s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. Sheโ€™s excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldnโ€™t do that, but I think sheโ€™d agree to return to camp. I draw in another deep breath. Her arousal teases my nose.My wolf snarls.Annie startles.It takes my brain three seconds too long to catch up.Underlying the rain and slick, there is another scent. Earthy, yes, but not the right earth. It doesnโ€™t belong. Iโ€™ve smelled it before. A long time ago.I

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 478

    My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I canโ€™t do this.I have to.โ€œJustus?โ€ Annie appears in the den entrance. Sheโ€™s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and sheโ€™s holding a cup. โ€œYou brought water.โ€ She smiles, padding toward me on bare feet.And then she stops. Her smile falls aways.She blinks in the sunshine, the bleariness of sleep disappearing as she takes in my grim face and desperate hold on the pot. If I had dignity, Iโ€™d find a way to smile back. Say good morning. Act like everything is fine.Her chest falls as she lets out a long, silent breath. She looks me straight in the eye. Her fear and doubt are clear as day.Sheโ€™s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until weโ€™re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beautyโ€”her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lipsโ€”and then I notice the expression

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 477

    โ€œTrust me,โ€ he shushes, the hot head of his cock already notching at my entrance. He flexes his hips and sinks into me, a groan of pure relief torn from his throat. He fills me so completely that I ache where I take him, but I love it.I pant through the strain, and he gathers me close as he thrusts, cradling me to his chest, kissing my lips, my brow, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. I start to rock my hips in time.โ€œYouโ€™re so beautiful, Annie,โ€ he rumbles in my ear. โ€œSo perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.โ€I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.โ€œCome for me, now,โ€ he growls. โ€œNow, Annie.โ€Hot cum floods my womb, and his knot catches and swells, tearing a raw shout from my throat. His fingers find my clit while his fangs sink into my shoulder.I scream, bucking against him, but Iโ€™m caught, so he moves with me, hushing me.I hover another second on the edge, somehow above myself, watching his strong arms tremble as they wrap around me

  • The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 476

    I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesnโ€™t like that.I drop back so Iโ€™m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldnโ€™t have let his man mess with my nest.He dips his head and looks up at me from his lowered eyes, a wolf playing at a lamb. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Annie. Here it is.โ€He holds the pillow out.Itโ€™s a trap.Of course itโ€™s a trap. I reach for it anyway. As soon as I grab the pillow, he yanks and falls to his back, dragging me with him. I tumble on top of him. He quickly nips the pillow from my grasp, tucks it behind his head, and grins up at me.I push up on his chest, struggling upright until Iโ€™m straddling his waist. He crosses his arms behind his head.I lean forward and try to pull the pillow free, but his head is too heavy.โ€œJust ask nicely, Annie.โ€ Thereโ€™s a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. Theyโ€™re hard and velvet and flexing und

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