All Chapters of The Alpha's Dark Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Liyah's POV I froze when I felt the alpha's lips on mine. A new kind of warmth flowed through me as he worked his lips over mine gently. I let out a gasp when he stopped for a second to run his tongue over my bottom lip, and I couldn't understand why my heart began to pound so hard it was all I could hear. I wanted to... I had to pull away, but my legs just wouldn't cooperate.  Slowly, I melded into the kiss, sighing when his arm moved to snake around my waist. I couldn't believe that a few seconds ago I was practically drunk-yelling at him. I knew I would get into trouble for that later but I didn't care. "Already attempting to eat each other's faces off, I see," I heard someone chuckle from behind us, making him break the kiss. I saw him stare at me, his face calm as though nothing had

Liyah's POV I breathed out in relief when he assented to the dance with his friend. Being around him was a combination of suffocation, fear, and unwarranted attraction. I blamed it on the kiss from the other time. If only he had kept his hands to himself I would still be thinking straight. To some extent I was quite disgusted with myself. Why would anyone feel this way about someone who had been treating them like shit?  But I also couldn't help but notice the little things that had been happening before now. My work at the mansion had been cut down dramatically. All I had to do now was clean a few rooms occasionally and take care of Eve. It was sudden and surprising but I had no one to ask about. I was grateful for the development of course, but I couldn't help but be suspicious about the whole thing.  But the most surprising thing of all was when I had been let out of a dungeon and into a small, shabby but comfortable room. At first I had assumed

Liyah's POVAfter hours of feeling exposed and uncomfortable, I finally relaxed when I heard him begin to snore lightly. He had been asleep for about an hour now. I tried to get some sleep as well but it seemed an impossible task so I gave up. As I felt him jerk sharply on the bed, I quickly drew up the duvet. I had put it down a little when he had fallen sleepy. I risked a glance at him and grimaced in surprise when I saw that he was still asleep. My frown deepened as I took in the sight of his shaky hands, his heaving chest, parted lips and the beads of sweat that stood on his forehead. I sat up in bed, observing him curiously. Was he sick or something?I saw his hands shake once more as he twisted his neck from side to side, breathing heavily. "P-please, let her be..." I heard him pant. "Let her go... please... Elle..."My brows furrowed. Elle. Who was that?As he jerked harder and twisted on the bed, I realized he was having

Annalise's POV I had a gut feeling that the slight change I was noticing in Nikolai had something to do with that prisoner girl. I wondered if I was the only one who noticed that he began to talk more, maybe not a lot, but now he said at least two sentences in a day. It was strange but comforting. And whatever the reason was, I hoped it would keep being there.  Sometimes I wondered if I was just overthinking or overanalyzing everything. He was still a big fat meanie to everyone, and he yelled even when it was necessary. But I knew Nikolai almost more than I knew myself, considering the fact that we grew up together. So I could definitely tell that something was different. The only other person that could see reason with my analysis was Andrew. But he had been gone on that business trip for quite a while.  

WARNING! TRIGGERING MATURE CONTENT!Nikolai's POVMy head swirled with thoughts of today's events as I staggered through my bedroom door. Alcohol did nothing to lighten the load on my chest nor the rage I was feeling. I buried my head in my hands as I sat at the edge of my bed. Why had I let him escape? Why did I do something so stupid? "Why did I..." I swallowed, clutching at my hair with shaky hands. I knew it could not have been helped but I couldn't help but feel so stupid about everything. My chest began to heave once more when I stared at Elle's portrait on the wall. I had failed her. I had failed once more. I let her murderer escape when he was right in front of me. I raved with anger as my thoughts went to the prisoner. I had the perfect revenge tool against Jonas right in my grasp for weeks now. And instead of taking out my revenge and making her suffer like I was supposed to, I was out here playing nice to her. I even let them convince me to