All Chapters of Kiss Of An Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 DECLAN   “AELA.” A sharp intake of air was my first clue that she recognized my voice, and to be completely frank, I didn’t recognize my fucking voice, so how the hell she did was a miracle. Still, I wasn’t about to question a miracle, not when this entire situation felt very miraculous. Like I was in the middle of a very lucid dream that I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up from. The cardiac arrest, the feeling like death warmed over, sure, that could be a nightmare. I’d be very happy to wake up from that and not have to piss in a bag, but the stuff with Aela? With Seamus? I was glad that was happening. Life changing, and in a way that was positive. In a way that was usually anathema of how lives changed in my world. “Declan?” 

DECLAN  BEFORE                 EIGHT WEEKS later   ADRENALINE WAS BURSTING THROUGH ME, making me feel a little light-headed, a lot shaky. Which, of course, made me feel like a pussy. This was my first kill. I knew Aidan and Brennan had killed someone when they were a lot younger than this, and I had no real idea why Da had cut me as much slack as he had, but I was grateful for it. Because I was going to puke. I knew it. I was going to shame Da and my brothers by puking over a dead man. A man who’d betrayed us. A man who’d

 DECLAN                THE DAYS after my arrival at home, I slept a lot. More than I’d like. I moved from the sofa to the bed and back again, trudging like a zombie from one to another. As I pulled my best Walking Dead impression, an impression that would usually impress only my bonsai tree unless Ma barged her way in with Da at her back blustering over how I made her worry, and a few of my brothers trickling in through the day to make sure I was on the mend, they were there. Constantly. Maybe it was stupid of me not to anticipate that, but it came as a severe shock. What stunned the hell out of me even more?&nb

AELA   IF THERE WAS anything he could have said that would blow me away, it was that. ‘I’d just lost you and stopped giving a shit about most things.’ I mean, everything about this afternoon blew me away. From the fact he had several lost classics tucked inside his wall, to how I’d rubbed one off on him against the frickin’ door. I mean, the man was ill. Ill! I’d ridden him like a damn pony, but… Inwardly, I sighed. My trouble was I liked ‘naughty’. I more than liked it. It was exciting. He’d always excited me. I knew it was weird, knew it was a bit of sickness considering what he did for a living, but I’d never been frightened. The danger junkie in me enjoyed it… Okay, so my morals were questionable.&n

CAMI  NOW                 IT SEEMED IMPOSSIBLE TO ME, but Father hadn’t changed the safe combination since I’d left. Maybe if he’d known I knew it by heart, then he’d have changed it, but as it was, I figured there was no better time than now to grab the necklace that Inessa coveted from Mama’s collection, one that her husband, Eoghan, had requested I steal for him. Objects meant nothing to me. I’d given everything up the first time I’d run away from home, heading for New Jersey where I’d heard chatter of a biker who killed men who abused children. In my father’s line of work, as the Pakhan of the Russian Brat