All Chapters of Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The lady stood frozen, for a moment unable to breathe or even think. Was the answer in front of her in all its stark ugliness? Was this thing, tortured and mutilated, her future, the future of those like her? She closed her eyes briefly, trying to shut out the reality. The brutality of mankind to do this. Tears welled up for the pain and suffering this creature had endured before his death. She felt responsible. She had been given such special gifts, yet she had been unable to unlock the secrets to the disease that condemned those who suffered as she did.She took a breath, made herself look. He had been alive when his attackers sealed up the coffin. He had scratched at the wood, eventually working a hole in the side of it. She stifled a sob, feeling a kinship for this poor murdered man. His body was covered with a thousand cuts. A wooden stake, as big around as a man's fist, had been driven through his body near the vicinity of his heart. Whoever had done it needed a lesson in anatom

Jeremy. I screamed in my mind, feeling the seizures start to rise up again.In and Out. I told myself, to stop the evil ailment which was already showing by the sweat breakout in my face, and the strong quaking or shaking of my fingers. I raised my eyes from my quaking hands to Nick, feeling the tears brimming in my eyes. Already, I was cursing myself for forgetting the medicine which he had given me in place of my pills back at the room in the big mansion. Nick, feeling my helplessness, strode towards me, pity and worry shining in his eyes. He held me by the shoulders, encouraging me to keep taking in deep breaths.But I felt it was slow, Jeremy could be dying now for all we know. I wouldn't live if Jeremy died. I couldn't. I have to keep going.I tried to push out my leg forward, but the seizures had already taken over. I fell limp into the hands of Nick."Olivera…" He called me. I could hear him faintly, feeling my eyes drooping shut. I was about to black out. And at that moment,

Raul's POV:The execution had been going the exact way I had wanted it to go. Just one question, a negative reply, and death. That way we wouldn't have to waste time here, watching our slaves reduce drastically, after all they were beginning to become a lot. And there was the fact that their females were able to give birth, unlike ours. The news was brought to me this morning that, after various trials, the slave women could only reproduce if they had been slept with by their fellow male slaves. No male of my pack had been able to impregnate a female slave. And none of the females of my pack had been able to get pregnant by ay male slave. It was just too selfish. I had thought. This way, their male population would reduce. I had no plans of killing the female slaves though. They were useful at least in the bed, for fun. Yes, the execution had been going well, until that pig-headed slave girl had interrupted the execution of the boy I have to admit was quite handsome. What was the rel

Reluctantly, finger by finger, he released her. didn't make the mistake of touching his arm again. Very carefully she hooked the cable to the handle at the head of the coffin. "I have to put this over your eyes. The sun is sinking, but there's enough light to blind you. I'll just lay it across; you can take it off at any time."The moment she laid the cloth across his eyes, he ripped it off, fingers shackling her wrist in warning. His strength was enormous, nearly crushing her bones, yet she had the feeling it wasn't his intention to hurt her. He had drawn a clear line for her, what was acceptable to him and what was not."Okay, okay, let me think. No cloth." Her tongue found her lower lip; her teeth followed. His black gaze simply watched her, followed the movement of her tongue, came back to her vivid green eyes. Watching. Learning. "I know. You can use my glasses until I get you into the camper." She placed the dark glasses very gently on his nose. Her fingers stroked his hair in a

Zendaderi would never forget the hunger as they bled him dry. Hunger had burned holes in him, crawled through him, eaten at him from the inside out. To survive he had slept, heart and lungs ceasing so that what little blood his body retained, he kept. He woke only when food was near. Always alone, unable to move, in agony. He had learned hatred. He had learned rage. He had learned there was a place where there was nothing, only stark, ugly emptiness and the burning desire for revenge.Had these same animals attempted to hunt Caitlin? The thought of her in their hands sickened him. He fit her close to him so he could feel her reassuring presence. Was she being hunted? Were they close on her trail? If he had unfairly punished her failure to aid him, he would never forgive himself. He had wanted to kill her, had almost done so. Something inside him had been unable to do it. And then she had ceased to straggle, offering her blood, her life for him. He had thought himself hard, impossible