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The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 183
He doesnโt hesitate. โNo.โโYou donโt miss your family and your tall buildings and cars and stuff?โโIโve got my car. Thanks to you.โ I can almost hear his subtle smile.โYou donโt 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.โMy fatherโs sick, and I canโt save him. I bought him time by stepping down in favor of Brody. Itโs all I could do.โ He pauses. โItโs what I chose to do.โโWhatโs wrong with your father?โโWasting sickness.โโShit. He hasnโt been able to get ashbalm?โโThe witch tells him sheโll get it. She says itโs a matter of time. He has to hold out โtil spring.โโIโm so sorry.โโHeโs the strongest wolf I know.โ Thereโs fondness in his voice, and regret. โI think if he were me, heโd do the same thing I did.โI remember Aberthaโs story about Lavender, Thyme, and the witch. I donโt say anything, but I think Madog Collins m
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-31The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 184
Cadoc emerges from the trailer, and he freezes on the metal step. Heโs cast in shadow, but I know where heโs looking. Heโs staring at my breasts. Theyโre fuller than they were the night we mated. My nipples are darkerโmore 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.โRosie,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. Heโs thinking what Iโm thinking.Because Iโm thinking it?Maybe. I enjoy the rush of power. Somehow, it settles me.He coughs to clear his throat. โListen, Rosie, that nightโโโNo.โ I cut him off. โI donโt want to talk about that. It was the worst night of my life.โThereโs pain in the bond, and I donโt mean to be harsh, but I donโt want to be a character in that miserable story,
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-31The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 185
Iโm breathing in short pants, and I donโt know whether to watch him touch me or watch him look at me, so I switch between his hand and his beautiful eyes. Theyโre impassive as always, but I know exactly what he feels. I can read him from the inside.Heโs 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 doesnโt know quite what to do with meโitโs not like I know, eitherโso 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 canโt make up his mindโslip his rough fingers into my wet slit from behind, bite my lower lip โtil it stings and th
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-31The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 186
ROSIEMy bite is healed, but the fang marks remain, pink puckered slashes down my neck. I canโt stop touching them. Cadoc notices and smiles. I didnโt know he could look smug, but apparently, he can.Itโs been a mostly uneventful week. Cadoc caught a fat rabbit. Turns out heโs never skinned one before, so that was interesting. I learned that โsqueamishโ comes through the bond. Itโs stronger now, wider and deeper. More nuanced, if thatโs the word.Itโs fascinating. And terrifying.Because strong, arrogant Cadoc is afraid. Itโs not cowardice or worry. Itโs a fear before battle. Iโve 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 weโll 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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Cadoc squeezes my fingers. โWill you go back with me, Rosie?โโOf course.โHis voice drops low. โCan you trust me, Rosie Collins?โI 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 canโt keep. Yes, I trust you.I anticipate it, but it doesnโt come.I cock my head. โYouโll protect me.โ Itโs the truth. Iโm certain of it in my bones.โI will.โโYouโll help my people?โ That, I donโt know.โOur people,โ he says.And itโs not a promise or a vow, itโs more than that. Itโs a claiming.โOkay.โ I squeeze his hand.โOkay,โ he repeats. โWe go.โIt takes minutes for Seth and Cadoc to clear out the Land Roverโwhile Bevan polishes off a canned hamโand then weโre bumping eastward, back toward Moon Lake.When we arrive at the Bogs, itโs eerily quiet. Itโs mid-day. The pups and young folk should be at the Academy and some adults will be downtown, but thereโs always males like Uncle Dewey sleeping off a drunk or femal
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-31The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 188
I bet Madog Collins hasnโt gone to Salt Mountain on a diplomatic mission.Is he dead? Exiled?I breathe through the ice crystallizing in my chest. Cadoc has done the same math, and his tension has ratcheted up. Heโs strung tighter than a bow now. Good thing โtightly woundโ is his natural state.Madog canโt be dead. Gwen would surely show some sign of distress, right? And there wouldnโt be this undercurrent of anxiety in the crowdโitโd be a full out fog of aggression with males posturing to defend and challenge for rank. Thatโs what happens with the nobs whenever a head of a family passes or loses a challenge.I scan the crowd for Abertha. She never attends these thingsโshe says dogs come when theyโre called, not wolvesโand I donโt see her. I see Howell Owens, though, Madogโs second. Heโs lined up at the head of the Owens family, his face a careful blank.Madog must be alive. Howell would be in a cell or a bone pile if his alpha had been bested, but his presence also puts a lie to the
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The instant my foot hits the platform, Gwen Collins strides forward. Her glittering eyes are only for me.โWhat are you doing?โ she hisses at him, but she stares me down. Like Iโm the threat.My sluggish wolf takes it as her due. She doesnโt like this female trying to dominate our mate.โStop this now, Cadoc,โ she spits. โBefore you start something you cannot win.โHe ignores her, facing the crowd, readying himself for something, well past heeding any warnings. He is an alpha.My alpha.โStep back,โ I tell her, cutting her off.She draws herself up, and glares down her nose, โWho do you think youโ" she starts, but her words drown in my wolfโs growl which rattles my ribcage and causes the microphone to squeal.Behind her, the gathered high-ranking wolves flinch at the sound, shifting nervously. Gwen Collins doesnโt blink or budge. She grinds her teeth, the cords in her neck popping.โRun now, bog bitch, and pray my idiot son follows you,โ she says. โHeโs about to get himself killed, an
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-03-31The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 190
My peopleโs murmurs fill my ears.โWatch, heโll look to take Alban out when Alban delivers the killing blow.โโHeโs buying us time. We shouldnโt wait. We should run now.โโA male to rival his grandfather. โTis a shame itโll end like this.โCadoc and Alban are a yard from each other when itโs as if a starter pistol fires. They run for each other, two-legged with fangs and claws, meeting mid-air with snarls, the thud of flesh, and crunch of bone.I shove Bevan. He staggers. โWhat the hell, Rosie?โBut Iโm racing toward them, arms pumping, hair streaming.Wake up. Come out. Wake up.I scream at my wolf, but sheโs energy, an impression, a waking dream.Now. Now. Now.There is blood, drops in the air, in the grass. There are limbs, scrabbling, clawed dirt, gnashing teeth. The nobs forget their human faรงade and howl.I reach inside me, I plunge my arm elbow-deep in the viscera and mystery of what I am, what Iโm supposed to beโand I grab my wolf by the scruff of her neck and drag her out.Ca
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The Tyrant alphaย ย ย 484
The humans know about shifters, of course, but thereโs 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. Itโs 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 sheโs greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but thereโs 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
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where weโre going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldnโt 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 donโt have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha donโt have my patience, so theyโre 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. Iโm pretty sure thatโs 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
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.โDid you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?โ He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didnโt 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. โCan we just take a beat?โ Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldnโt have thought it possible, but heโs as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right canโt hold weight. Our males spar constantly. Iโve seen all of them beat up at some point, but Iโve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I canโt believe either he or Justus are still upright.โThat bitch stabbed me.โ Leith points at me with the knitting needle.Justus howls and steps
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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 sheโs too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. Sheโs a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolfโs bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. Iโve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isnโt 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? Iโm no threatโskinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, heโs intent on so
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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 donโt listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. Theyโre edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either donโt notice or donโt 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, sheโs ahead of me, bursting through our skin before Iโm ready, assuming form like sheโs 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 canโt think to attack La
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โLavender is light green this time of year. It doesnโt bloom until June or July.โโWhat are you going to do with it now then?โโMake a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.โโMake a sachet for who?โI wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.โFor the den,โ she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. Sheโs wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. Sheโs excited, too.Maybe we should cut this trip short and head back to the den.Or take a detour into the woods.She probably wouldnโt do that, but I think sheโd 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 doesnโt belong. Iโve smelled it before. A long time ago.I
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My grip on the pot handle tightens. Water sloshes over the sides. My jaw clenches, my guts knot, and my dry eyes burn.I canโt do this.I have to.โJustus?โ Annie appears in the den entrance. Sheโs wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and sheโs holding a cup. โYou 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, Iโd 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.Sheโs going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until weโre toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beautyโher graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lipsโand then I notice the expression
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โTrust 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.โYouโre so beautiful, Annie,โ he rumbles in my ear. โSo perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.โI sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.โCome for me, now,โ he growls. โNow, Annie.โHot 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 Iโm 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
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesnโt like that.I drop back so Iโm sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldnโt 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. โIโm sorry, Annie. Here it is.โHe holds the pillow out.Itโs a trap.Of course itโs 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 Iโm 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.โJust ask nicely, Annie.โ Thereโs a new note in his voice, a gravelly depth that has nothing to do with his wolf.I prop myself on his folded biceps. Theyโre hard and velvet and flexing und
