All Chapters of Prince Alpha's Rejected Maid: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Jodie cleared her throat."I can't tell you the extent of Calvin's involvement in this. All I know is attacking, killing, maiming, all this mayhem-its not him. I don't mean that as a defense. He has bigger plans. This can't be it. This can't be his endgame." She shouldn't have betrayed Calvin, but there was husk inside her brain where he always had been, and husk tears asunder at the slightest harsh wind. "Jodie's right. We reconvene after three days. We focus on Calvin then." She shouldn't have felt a shot of pride at Noah's words either. But she did. It was late evening by the time decisions were made, plans put to motions. Jodie wasn't surprised when everyone exited at once but she was asked to stay put. "I'll not ask what went down between you and Calvin. A loyalty like that doesn't defect over a disagreement or a fight. I don't need to know in fact, unless it helps us win this war. But this is your place now, whether you want it to be or not. And for the time being, you pledge

He would've helped but he was a sadist. "Can you… my clothes?" "I don't know. We tore them." The affronted gasp was funny enough to laugh at, to get punched in return. His large body bent down to retrieve her lace panties dangling around her ankles. He snickered while she held onto his shoulders."Why are you laughing at me?" She poked a sharp nail in his side. "Leather and laces. How does one get into both?" Her eyes widened. Perfect. She had caught onto the innuendo, maybe he'll bring leather cuffs the next time around. His mind was misfiring, his body not under his control. Who was she? Why did she have to be rightfully his? 'Don't think about it now. You almost always ruin it.' At least the wolf's world hadn't tilted on its axis. "There." She was satisfied with only her jacket that reached mid thighs, panties and shoes for a decent after-rough-sex-in-wild outfit. Was there a modicum of fashion catalog for this? She only prayed that no one saw them like this. No one did. Sh

Noah had conference calls all day next day, until late afternoon sun had pulled his wolf out of slobbering inside four walls, starving for fresh air. Rhys was packing for home- for Nebraska and Wyoming, where Mikhail was the leader for all intents and purposes. A pack didn't have it's Alpha on territory, it can't do without its Beta too. As much as he needed Mikhail, he would have to do without him. Selene, he had very little to complain about, actually there was only one reason- she had given into Vanessa's demands for having separate rooms. Noah never put his foot right with that woman, and it was infuriating. Was he being punished for assuming they'd share a room? Or was she uncomfortable with the new standards of intimacy? He remembered how freely she gave herself to him when they were alone, out for a run. She talked to him like she hadn't to anyone. Or at all. Like she had lots of things to say and the time would run out, or fall short.His wolf pressed ever close, under the sur

Leaving the newly ranked soldier to his post on the rise of the hill, Noah made his way to the garden- an in built extension of the large sunroom where packmates relaxed to catch up, eat, drink, sometimes celebrate. As such the children below the age of ten played there, always in the sight of older pack members. The ones without parents also lived there. Excep Ian, his room was tucked between Noah and Evan's, on the second floor, because he had a family now. The whole pack was a family but seeing how he'd move back to Noah's territory soon, it was better off if he understood it. How many times a child could deal with separation? The football flew in his direction, an adept hand large hand swung forward to catch it. There he was. Noah had come to adore the bouncing tuft of blonde-brown hair. And the body the head was attached to. A smart kid-resourceful, quick on his feet, literally and matemorphically. He was a cat after all. Emotionally, he took after Vanessa. Noah only realized th

Noah and Rhys had a standing joke, since Desmond hated cats, Noah always sent a cat diplomat to deal with him. It was a brazen provocation, meant to rile both- the cats to an uprising, and Desmond's vote bank to show how performative he was. Maybe he'd be dethroned when both bayed for blood. It was cruel, but his people were trapped, no outside force can bring them their freedom. Heart singing in his chest, he sucked in a great lungfuls of air. Woods flew by in a shadowed blur. Paws landing solidly, whiskers fluttering in the breeze. Brain switched off as he ran. Only an impossible tick to maintain-Nora Desmond. His cat should hate her on principle.Nora killed the engine of her old sedan, rusted window halfway open so the air conditioner's thrumming was useless. Just like her attempts at normalcy. Her father had revoked "car privileges" because she had forgotten to send it for its regular priming sessions. Walter Desmond lived like a tyrant and expected everyone to fall into line at