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The Tyrant alpha 381
The male scurries away. The crowd hushes, but there are too many souls packed too tightly for the arena to become quiet. It’s just a duller roar.Killian steps into my line of sight, blocking Wrenlee. My wolf snarls. His snarls back louder. I expect my wolf to subside and show neck, but he doesn’t. He goes harder, gnashing his teeth and snapping them in the air.Our wolves keep at it, rattling our ribs and tearing at our throats, until Killian pounds a fist against his chest, and I drag my wolf from the border between us and heave him into the dark distance of whatever world it is that he inhabits.Killian grins. “New blood, eh? What are you? Fireside’s bastard?”Bastard young aren’t common, but they aren’t unheard-of. I’m my father’s spitting image, though. I shake my head.“Can you really flip-shift?” he asks.“I did once.” I wish he’d shut up and move to the side. He’s wasting the little time I have left.“And you think you can beat me?” He cocks an eyebrow.I amuse him. His smirks
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And then, from a distance, a buzzer cuts through the screams of the crowd and the roaring in my head. Killian drops his fists to his sides, rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and strolls to his corner. I stagger to mine.I stand alone, propping myself up on the ropes, sweat dripping down my body, blood blurring my vision, my skin blossoming in bruises. I swipe my eyes and find Wrenlee. She’s crying. My guts twist, and I gasp from the pain.Eldrick’s face is contorted in fury. The entire arena is alive—reenacting what they’ve just seen, raising their mugs for refills, laughing, opining—except the contingent of Claws seated around my mate. They scowl. A few are tinged gray or green. The odds of me knocking Killian Kelly out in the first round must have been a thousand to one. If they had won, they’d have been set for life. For generations. If they bet it all on me . . . they were fools.Broke fools are dangerous.I keep my eyes on Wrenlee. The only way out of this is through.Eldrick
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Killian seems almost reluctant as I swing. He bats my arm away and lands a blow to my gut. I grunt, but I don’t fold. I hardly flinch. I can’t live in this body anymore; the pain is too all-consuming. I have to hover above it and watch, wait. There will be a moment. He will blink.We trade punches and kicks. He’s not having fun anymore. His face is grim, almost thoughtful. One minute passes. Two. Three.My mind might be above bodily concerns, but there is a point that I cannot ignore that I’m made of mere flesh. There is a broken bone in my left leg, and no matter how hard I focus, it won’t hold weight. I can hardly see out of my right eye. My fingers and toes are shards. I throw them against Killian, but I’m not doing damage; I’m just grinding them down into finer pieces of dust.At four minutes, Killian plants a heel in my spine, driving me to my knees. He follows it with an uppercut. I slump to my side, and momentum rolls me onto my back.On the jumbotron above me, I see myself lyi
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Killian shifts his mate so that she’s behind him. “Alpha.” He drops a curt nod, greeting Fireside without an ounce of deference.“Alpha,” Fireside replies, flashing his oily, toothy smile. “A historical day, is it not?” He straightens his brocade jacket, although it is not the least bit out of place.His guards follow at his heel as always, splayed in a semicircle at his back. He won’t tolerate males taller than him in his guard, so they’re all an inch shorter and as wide as barn doors. They glare menacingly at the naked Quarry Pack male standing with his head high, his fists on his hips.Killian shoots them a dismissive sneer. “First for everything,” he answers easily.Fireside turns to me. “And where have you been hiding all these years? On the river wall, I’m told?”I incline my chin enough to not give offense. My head is swimming, blackness edging my vision. I need to stay upright long enough to see this through. It’s almost done. She’s almost safe.“Well, Son, let it not be said
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Without further discussion, Tye slides the door shut with an empathic thunk and calls into the open passenger side window, “Drive. Don’t stop until you’re out of North Border. This place creeps me the fuck out.”The driver immediately obeys, throwing the vehicle into reverse and pulling out of the lot onto the road that leads to the west gate. We’re leaving. Now. No. I can’t go.I can’t leave my mother and my sisters.I can’t leave Clay. He’s my mate. We’re in this together.“Stop,” I say, but my voice is soft, and the males are talking all at once, recounting the fight, joking and hollering.This isn’t fair.I don’t want to live without my mate. He’s mine. I picked him.I don’t care what Fate says; she was late. I was the one who picked him. After I saw him that first day at the wall, I traded with the other females so I could be the one to bring him fresh mortar. I held the bucket handle so he couldn’t help but touch my hand when he took it. I brushed my hair a hundred times every n
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“So you rank, then?” Jaime turns on the female. “We’re not going by who you can beat in the ring anymore but by whose cock you suck? Is that it?” The male’s face twists into a nasty, blotchy, freckled sneer. “Or do I have that backward? Do I need to bend my neck to you because our beta gets on his knees for you and—” He makes a dirty gesture, jerking his fist and poking his cheek with his tongue.A male gasps. Another’s jaw drops. A few turn away so they’re facing forward, as if they suddenly decided they want no part in this argument.I don’t understand the insult, but Kennedy’s face has gone as red as Jaime’s.“Stop the van,” she calls to the driver.“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jaime snarls over his shoulder.The driver coughs and adjusts the rearview. “I’m sorry, Kennedy. I can’t. You heard your—Tye.”Jaime smirks, puffs his chest, and knocks his head against the roof of the van.Kennedy scowls at him, her face flushing deeper and the monster in her chest grumbling louder and louder.
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My wolf tears off before the thought finishes itself, howling her heart out.No. Not nothing. I have a very, very valuable plant that is nearly impossible to cultivate, but I did grow it, with help from Clay and his stolen topsoil. The witch wants it badly, so it has to be worth one male Ditch’s freedom, even if he can flip-shift. It’s not like Clay can teach the other Claws to flip-shift. Everyone knows it’s a gift from Fate, even if they wonder why Fate would only see fit to gift it to the near-ferals of Last Pack and Killian Kelly.The witch will be angry.My blood runs cold, but I don’t slow down. Clay fought for me. I’ll fight for him.I have direction now. Hope. My wolf fights for breath, her muscles burning, but she pushes her skinny little legs as hard as she can all the way back to the town wall. She has to slow down once she nips through the rusted back gate in order to not draw attention. The lanes teem with drunk males celebrating Clay’s win. I weave between their legs, da
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On full moons, the alpha’s circle has their rickshaws do an entire circuit of town so everyone can see them in their finery before delivering them to dinner a dozen yards from their homes overlooking the river. I used to crowd onto the bank by Cooks Lane with my younger sisters to watch them pass, but I stopped a few years ago. At some point, the enchantment wore off, and after they rolled past, I was left restless with a bitter taste in my mouth.I know what that feeling is now. It was presentiment. A part of me knew, even then, that it was fine enough if I was with the others, in my place, out of their way, but if for some reason I became separated from the rest? If I’d found myself in their way? They would crush me without a second thought.Fear twists my innards into knots, and I have to grip tighter so the wooden handles don’t slip through my sweaty palms. If this doesn’t work, they will make a lesson out of me, and Clay will die before he lets them.This has to work.I force mys
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The Tyrant alpha 484
The humans know about shifters, of course, but there’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. It’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 she’s greeted by name. My mate is still shy, but there’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
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JUSTUSMy perfect, beautiful mate does not like surprises, so she knows exactly where we’re going as we trot through the woods that run along the human highway. At first, I was sad that I couldn’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 don’t have to slow my pace.Alroy, Griff, and Diantha don’t have my patience, so they’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. I’m pretty sure that’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
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He bares his fangs, yanks the needle from his neck, and blinks at it, bemused.“Did you stab me with a fucking knitting needle?” He holds it up. Blood oozes from the wound, dripping down his bare chest. I didn’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. “Can we just take a beat?” Killian raises his hands, raw flesh where his nails should be.I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he’s as battered as Justus, and he seems to be favoring his left leg, like his right can’t hold weight. Our males spar constantly. I’ve seen all of them beat up at some point, but I’ve never seen any of them mangled this bad. I can’t believe either he or Justus are still upright.“That bitch stabbed me.” 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 she’s too close to dare creep closer, she huddles close to the ground, staring up and up at his tremendous mud-caked haunches. She’s a miniature in comparison. All the females are, and we all stare, powerless, as the wolf’s bones crack and a strapping man rises from the hulk of his beast.His blond hair shines through the dirt. I’ve seen him. Leith Munroe. The new Salt Mountain alpha.He rests his hands on his hips as if there isn’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? I’m no threat—skinny and small and stinking of fear.Instead, he’s 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 don’t listen.And the Salt Mountain wolves are up to something. They’re edging away from the fight toward the trail to camp. Quarry Pack is so intent on the fight, they either don’t notice or don’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, she’s ahead of me, bursting through our skin before I’m ready, assuming form like she’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 can’t think to attack La
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“Lavender is light green this time of year. It doesn’t bloom until June or July.”“What are you going to do with it now then?”“Make a sachet. The scent mostly comes from the oils in its leaves.”“Make a sachet for who?”I wade through the tall grass to stand close to her and inhale her sweet rainy scent.“For the den,” she says, glancing bashfully up at me from under her thick brown lashes. She’s wearing my old sweater and another pair of my drawstring pants. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat. She’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 wouldn’t do that, but I think she’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 doesn’t belong. I’ve 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 can’t do this.I have to.“Justus?” Annie appears in the den entrance. She’s wrapped herself in a light pink sheet, and she’s holding a cup. “You brought water.” 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, I’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.She’s going to ask me to take her home now.She takes a step closer to me, and then another, until we’re toe to toe. She gazes up at me, and for a second, all I can see is her beauty—her graceful neck, her delicate pointy chin, her soft, curving lips—and then I notice the expression
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“Trust me,” 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.“You’re so beautiful, Annie,” he rumbles in my ear. “So perfect for me. My Annie. Mine.”I sigh and ride his bucking hips, his cock stretching me until I feel like a glove made for him.“Come for me, now,” he growls. “Now, Annie.”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 I’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
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I let my hand fall and turn my head away.He snarls. He doesn’t like that.I drop back so I’m sitting on the pallet, lift my chin, and fold my arms. His wolf rumbles unhappily. He shouldn’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. “I’m sorry, Annie. Here it is.”He holds the pillow out.It’s a trap.Of course it’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 I’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.“Just ask nicely, Annie.” There’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. They’re hard and velvet and flexing und
