All Chapters of Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

He attacks her.Prest used the mental path familiar to his family, hoping Jacob was aware of it.He is trying to draw her out. Can he do such a thing?Prest considered that. He had been in Amia’s mind. She was of the earth, as they all were, yet her gift was an affinity the rest of them could never experience. She would feel the earth crying out, the death of the living plants as they withered in pain.I am afraid it will be so. She will feel the earth's pain as we cannot. And she can do no other than attempt to heal it. Go then, stop her. I have instructed Zande to hold her there until you get there, and she has bound Amia with her voice, but she says the pain in Amia is torture to see. Go quickly, Prest, and know that I will destroy this monster while you keep her safe. Whatever promises you must make to her will be kept.Prest believed him. There was something of Dedari in Jacov. A quiet confidence that clung to him like a second skin. A second attack on the foliage below and Am

Olivera looked out of the window, her eyes which were scanning the contours of the plains, were ladened with worry and skepticism. Did Raul travel to never return? Did he abandon his people? No, that can't be. Raul had never given off vibes like that. He always seemed sturdy and firm, aware and confident of what he was doing, where he was going to, and his company. So what could be wrong? He wasn’t back yet. Why wasn’t he back to the pack with his beta, Roland? It's been five weeks, four days and thirteen hours. Well, she wasn’t sure about the hours, since she had been too busy reeling from excitement when he had left for this particular journey with Roland, and so hadn't been able to calculate the exact hour he had left. But that wasn’t the point of contention. The pont was that he wasn’t back. He had told her that he would be here in three days. This was five weeks for goodness sake! A knock sounded on the door, dragging her attention to the source of noise. She didn’t want

Olivera gasped sharply, stepping away from Seth immediately she heard his pained cry. What just happened? What is going on with him? Why is he shouting? She asked herself inwardly, as she saw Seth writhing in pain, his body bowed, and with his knees on the floor. She noticed also that his two hands were clutching his penis and scrotum sack. She watched, her heart in her throat, as he kept on screaming, his voice sounding and resounding across the walls. It was only a matter of time before someone in the palace heard his loud cry of anguish and came up. Just as she was done with that thought, a knock sounded on the door. Quickly, forgetting the grieving man for a second, she rushed and wore her night gown which had been on the ground encircling her legs all this while. After donning herself properly, she stepped aside, grabbed the shawl on the nearby armchair which she had used earlier to wrap her hair, and wrapped it around her shoulders, making sure the thin material covered her

Olivera smiled. When she saw Azeera quivering under Ronn’s gaze, when he had flunged her tiny hand away as if it weighed nothing, as if it was nothing, when she saw the slut’s bold façade beginning to fizzle out, she smiled in victory, moreso because she was just hearing that Raul had given an express order that no one touch her or hurt her.. her Raul. She couldn’t wait for him to come back. And though it was normal for her to think that he might be hurt since he hadn't been back for a long time-she didn't think so. She knew he was alright. She didn’t know how she knew, but she was just aware of it like she knew her name. She guessed it was because they had sex a countless times. But she was worried about why he didn’t want to come back.Was something troubling them? Could something be hindering his return? She felt a heated gaze on her, and instantly took her eyes away from a now shivering Azeera to Leonard who was staring right at her. Leonard.. in the near dim light of the room

Olivera opened her mouth to say or shout something like ‘Raul!’, or probably ‘welcome Raul’, but nothing came out of her mouth that had gone slack for lack of activity. Her heart kept skipping a beat as she drank in the sight of Raul stepping into her room. When he had spoken the first time, he had been at the doorpost, his eyes bland of any emotion, just taking on what was going on in front of him, trying to comprehend why they were all awake by this time, and why his gamma was lifeless on the posh floor.But now, he was almost in front of her. Olivera was tempted to stretch out her hand to touch him by his cheek, to feel him, to know that he was really here.It had been many weeks since they had last seen each other-she had kept count-and the longing in her heart had only grown stronger during their time apart. As her eyes locked onto him, she found herself at a loss for words, unable to express the depth of her emotions.A mixture of excitement and relief washed over Olivera as