All Chapters of Taming Alpha Rhye: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Her smile widened as she reached up, and with unexpected strength, ripped the T-shirt from his body. “Not nearly as beautiful as you,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the scars that crisscrossed his torso. He shuddered, his fangs extending and his body hardening in all the right places. “I’ve always heard that love is blind. Now I’m certain of it.” “Don’t play coy.” Her fingers trailed a path of fire down the hard planes of his stomach, popping the button of his jeans and easing down the zipper. Rhye growled in approval. She was a woman in charge. And he liked it. “You know very well you make women all hot and bothered.” Him? Well, hell. If she wanted to believe he was some sort of babe magnet, then so be it. Kicking off his heavy boots, Rhye rid himself of the jeans and climbed on the bed to pull Lily into his arms. He had once cursed a fate that offered nothing but cruelty and stark loneliness. Now he could only marvel at his extraordinary stroke of fortune. Skimming his ha

Shortly after, all her senses began to sharpen. Her night vision became almost perfect. She could smell impossible things: far-off storms, water, and sickness. It felt like she’d been living her entire life wrapped in cotton which muffled the world around her, and then, suddenly, the dampening blanket began to fall away. Then, the physical changes started. Her hair lost its color until it was nearly white. Her eyes, once a normal, soft green, were now a green so pale they were nearly silver. She’d hated those changes. The magnetism already made her a target, but with them, she became striking. Noticeable. Easy to spot in a crowd. But, with the bad came the good. Alongside those physical changes also came strength, speed, and stamina. Alcohol and drugs had only a mild effect on her, something for which she came to be endlessly grateful. When she turned eighteen, more powers began to surface. She could forge weapons as if she’d been doing it all her life. Somehow, she’d just known

He’ll leave. It won’t come to that, not this time. The savage snarls continued, more animal than man, and Livia turned to brace her back against the cool metal of her door, sliding to the floor. The emotions she always kept tightly contained tried to break free and rise to the surface, making her eyes burn. Blinking away the tears before they could fall, she wondered if she was going to have to leave and uproot her life again. Her heart sank with the notion. The impulse to run, to start over, was strong, but those were old fears talking. She wasn’t the same person—the same fragile, broken woman she once was. For the first time, Livia finally had some semblance of a life. From the outside looking in, she was sure her existence seemed far from normal, small and isolated compared to most, but it was her normal, and she didn’t want to give it up. She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t uproot her life and run. The effects of her power would wear off in a couple of hours or even in a few days

The man—known to all in werewolf in London as the council's most feared assassin—alpha of the biggest pack in Europe clapped like a child being given a treat, the sharp sound reverberating off the brick walls, then proceeded to rub his hands together as he’d just schemed a maniacal proposal instead of solidifying evening agendas. “What’s going on?” came a low, rumbling voice from behind. Rhye dropped the glass on the table and glanced over his shoulder to find his sentry, Leon, his friend and Beta standing in the doorway, the top of his head almost brushing the frame, examining the two of them with narrowed eyes. Leon had a remarkable capacity to evaluate his surroundings. It wasn't magic, just a mastery of his. So, Rhye wasn’t shocked when he sighed resignedly, “We’re going out, aren’t we?” It wasn’t really a question, so Rhye didn’t bother replying. Rather, he nudged to his feet and ruffled his expensive coat. The magic of his glamour tingled over him, and his alpha essence disa

Blonde hair, shaved close on the sides and left longer on the top, was greased back, leaving his face starkly visible. Black brows and thick lashes framed eyes she yearned to know the color of.With each flash from the strobes, Livia could make out another clearly defined feature. Sharp cheekbones, the hard cut of his jaw, and a kissable mouth set in a cruel line finished the dangerous perfection.Stunning and intense, he had a face that could tempt an angel to sin.Within the kaleidoscope of hue, she saw him watching her through slightly narrowed eyes, studying her with a power that sent tingles skating along her skin.The first few buttons of his shirt were open, as though he’d undone them in an effort to loosen up, revealing a glimpse of bronzed skin and a chiseled, tattooed chest. She wanted to trail her hands down.Everything about the man—from the confidence in his stance to the effortless style of his black hair and the expensive cut of his suit—screamed power and money.Under