All Chapters of Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Raul's POV:After I had dismissed my people from the execution ground, it had taken all my willpower not to walk up to that stupid slave and shake her sporadically until she coughed out blood. How dare she defy me? I had thought, watching in anger as my guards had taken her and her so-called best friend out of my sight. Immediately, I turned around, walking in the direction of my palace, knowing that my three friends, or rather subordinates, were right behind me, with a lot of questions running through their minds. I knew they must be wondering why i had let the audacious slave go. But o also knew that Nick, the pack's doctor, was very relieved. I pray it lasts for him though. Because any other outright disobedience and neglect from the slave, i wouldn't trust myself not to cut her head off, not minding that she is my mate."Keep fooling yourself." My wolf taunted me. If anything that grated on my nerves the more. Since i had come to know the slave girl, my emotions have always been i

The journey back to the palace was filled to the brim with silence. There was no words spoken, no interaction at all that had gone on between Olivera and Raul. They had just walked like two different people into the palace grounds, and into the palace thereafter. Azeera turned out to be waiting for Raul right in the large sitting room. Immediately she sighted Raul, she stood up from the lush sofa she had been sitting on, and walked stylishly to Raul who didn't budge or push away when she encircled his neck with her arms and drop a peck on his lips, not minding that they weren't alone, not minding that Olivera just stood there watching the whole scene play out.Raul, capitalizing on this, decided to play along with the script which he had written some minutes ago. Since he wasn't going to be sleeping with Olivera, he might as well sleep with Azeera. And where is the fun in that if not rubbing it all over Olivera's face. When Azeera broke away from the short kiss on her lips, he drew he

"I'm beginning to think you need a monitor like we have for newborns. I want you to lie quietly. I can tell you've been squirming around again." Caitlin mentioned to Zendedari.I have nightmares.His black eyes never left her face, burning his brand into her heart. No one had the right to have eyes like his. Hungry eyes. Eyes that held fire and the promise of passion."We'll have to do something about them," She said with a slight smile. She hoped her own eyes weren't revealing her confused, unfamiliar feelings for him. She would get over them soon; it was just that he was the sexiest thing she had ever encountered.No one had ever needed her as he did. Not even her own mother. Zendedari had a way of looking at her as if his life, the very air he breathed, depended solely on her. Intellectually she knew that any living person would really do for him, but she wrapped herself up in his hunger and fire anyway. For this time in her life, when she was alone and hunted, near the end of her

She was his alone. Her body his one solace. He was determined to know every inch of her intimately. He knew it was his strength she feared, not what he was doing to her. She stiffened, her body rigid when he pinned her to the blanket. He bent his dark head, his teeth scraping the inside of her thigh.She jerked beneath him, then exhaled sharply. There were no walls, no ceiling, no floor, nothing but space and the man. His hands moved over her body, explored, memorized, possessed, even as his mouth drove her wild, took her over and over the edge until she shattered into a million fragments and he put her back together again just to repeat the process. It was endless, forever; it went on and on until she thought she might explode.She caught his hair and tugged at him, wanting his body, needing him to fill her, to merge completely with her. He reluctantly complied, covering her slender frame with his husky one. He pressed against her and felt her moist heat, ready, enticing him, needing

Good riddance to bad rubbish. I thought, returning to my meal. Taking up the sandwich again, I sighed, feeling my appetite gone. Why wouldn't it though? My so-called mate was sleeping with another woman. How else was I supposed to feel? I sighed again as I felt the tear run down my cheeks. This was going to be a long night. I thought, knowing that I would find it hard enough to sleep until he returned to his room. He should, or there was a possibility that I wouldn't be sleeping tonight at all. My heart was already clutching itself in hurt. Sniffing, I forced myself to continue eating. I hated the thought of wasting the food, whilst Jeremy might be looking for one. I hated this feeling of misery the most.A knock sounded on the door after some minutes, and I took my lips in, my eyes facing the direction of the door. Who was that again? I thought, not in the mood to see anybody. I just wanted to be left alone. I knew that it was not the Alpha. He would rather die, than knock on the doo