All Chapters of Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

"Where are you going?" Enoch asked Jeremy who was about to go with them to fight the first batch of vampires and some otherworldly creatures Enoch hoped were killable the same way that vampires were. They had left Raul's pack a few minutes ago—a speedy travel because the ancients had held Jeremy as they turned to vapor for a faster travel. Jeremy, even now, was still trying to orient himself. Right here, at his father's pack, he could see the guards—ugly looking creatures—patrolling the borders.Right now, he furrowed his eyebrows at Enoch's question, not understanding the point of it. Wasn't he here to fight? "I'm here to fight." There was no way he was leaving outsiders to fight a war for his own homeland. He had to make an input. Enoch shook his head. "As much as that is heroic, you won't last a second against a vampire, or these creatures whom we have no idea how to kill yet. We brought you here as a mediator, as an ensign of hope to your people when we are done with the killing

Jacob scoffed. Sister? He would have liked to tell the idiot that this woman standing in front of him with nothing on, wasn’t his sister, that he had no blood ties with her, that he wouldn’t have any qualms with her going to the netherworlds but for his foster parents. He didn’t want to see them in misery, so he stayed quiet and allowed the man to think that he had any feeling of relationship toward the naked woman, wanting to see what the stupid werewolf would say. “If any of you stop me from leaving, then I will kill her. Is that understood?” No one replied to him.Jeremy wanted to be done with this, so that the ancients could feed, and regain their strength. “I guess that is an affirmative answer. I am not supposed to say this, but I can’t resist making the dig…” Jackson chuckled, shoveling down the feeling that the master vampire would have his hide if the latter knew that he had exposed this twist in the story. Zen piqued his right eyebrow, aware of the hunger biting him up

Vee and Rich heaved in deeply, harshly, tiredly as they went through their thirtieth kill. Each. They kept taking in large gulps of air, watching as they watched the next pair of vampires approach them. The vampires kept attacking them in twos, each batch stronger than the last. The other throng just stood behind, and watched the display as if they were watching an entertainment. The vampires were playing with them. Rich had never felt so helpless in front of the undead, but he masked it properly just like Vee, determined to keep their pride up even if this fight led to their death. They were doing their duty, and that was honorable. They couldn't run away from it. Rich believed it was easier for him, since he had no mate to think of. And so with a reckless abadon, he fought against the next vampire that attacked him. Vee did the same, knowing that he was doing this for his mistress—she couldn't return to a vampire infested pack. And if he didn't survive, so be it. But he wouldn't

Olivera couldn't suppress a smile as Kaden mentioned he agreed with whatever she said. It was a familiar sentiment, one that spoke volumes without words. She knew him well enough to recognize that his compliance stemmed from a deeper longing – he had missed her, and his desire to embrace her was palpable.As she looked at Kaden, her emotions swirled like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. It had been months since she last saw him, lying motionless in a hospital bed, caught in the grips of a coma. The memory of those agonizing days flooded back – the uncertainty, the fear, and the unbearable waiting. Now, seeing him sitting before her, alive and speaking, filled her with an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude.Olivera studied Kaden's face intently, searching for any traces of the ordeal he had been through. His features seemed softer, more vulnerable than she remembered, yet his eyes held the same warmth and hunger that drew her to him in the first place. She noticed a sli

In the midst of the emotional reunion in the hall, Olivera couldn't help but notice the tension between Raul and Miriam, the stepsiblings who hadn't exchanged a word since her return. Their strained silence spoke volumes, a reflection of unresolved issues and unspoken hurts lingering between them.Just then, she tapped him on the thigh. And with her head, gestured that he talk to Miriam, that he welcome her too. Raul took his lips in as he darted a glance to Miriam. The latter was talking with Caitlin. He sighed, and stood up from the sofa, going to do the bidding of his mate. It was not that he didn’t want to speak with Miriam. No, it was the opposite. He wanted to catch up with her, but he didn’t know how to go about that, how to retrieve the beautiful relationship they had enjoyed before his father had spoilt it. However, before he could get to Miriam, Leonard burst into the room with Olivera’s parents. Sarah screamed, and ran to meet a shocked Olivera who didn’t see this part