All Chapters of Alpha Victor: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VICTORI hadn't told her that I loved her. I needed to live so I could confess my feelings for her, so she would know without a doubt that I did love her. She needed to know that all of this wasn't just because of the mating bond but also because I had grown to love and adore the person she was. But as the sticky crimson substance oozed from the open wound at my side, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it out of the bind I had found myself in. I had grossly miscalculated the level of Jason's wrath. Once my strength began to return, I attempted to break free. It took some effort but I shattered the silver cuff which held my right hand. I wasn't quick enough to free my remaining hand and legs, though. One of the three other people working with Jason had impaled a silver blade into my torso while another returned with a brand new cuff. Two ladies and a man worked with him. A total of four people I thought would be easy to eliminate once I set myself free but I was wrong. Once the w

VICTOR Dea's inky fur was soft between my fingers as I carded them through. It was long and shaggy, giving her wolf a fluffy appearance as her hair stood on end. I stumbled back with pride swelling my chest and splitting my face in half. The movement had me wincing from the wound on my side. I was healing, but it was taking too long. Too much blood had been lost. I gripped my torso, sealing the wound with my massive palm in hopes of staving off the bleeding. If the blood would clot, it might save me some time. A whine had Dea's head bowing as she sniffed at the hand covering my wound. "I'll be fine," I tried to reassure her, believing in my words with every fiber of my being and willing them to be true. "Here Alpha," a shirtless Alec stretched his hand out to me, his shirt feebly swaying from the hook of his finger. Offering him a curt nod in thanks, I ripped the shirt open and tied it tight around my waist to add pressure to the wound, "We need to clean up this mess before someo

VICTOR "I didn't expect to be using the pack cemetery so soon," Saint mused as she ambled toward me out of the thicket. I glared at the four unmarked graves with a sigh. We had cleared out a section of land a few miles away from the pack house which now served as a graveyard. For a long while, the land was left unused but we had wolves maintaining it for when we did need it. "I never expected that the first time we used this place, would be for this," I added onto Saint's musings while massaging the ache at the back of my neck. She hummed in response, standing shoulder to shoulder with me, "Let me guess," Saint followed my gaze to the heap of sand in front of me which hid a mangled body beneath, "That's where you put Jason."Loosening a breath, I offered her a stiff nod. "Listen, Big man, you can't bring him to life to kill him all over again. Whatever's bothering you for you to be standing here with that withering glare, let it go. It's not healthy for you," she placed a hand be

VICTOR We stopped at the tree and got dressed. Saint had taken Dea's glasses away so I carried her on my back so she wouldn't walk into anything or trip and fall face-first. I loved the feeling of her nuzzling her face between my shoulder blades, inhaling deeply as if my scent calmed her. Her legs locked around me tightly, arms around my neck sending an assault of sparks shooting up my spine. I wanted to bring her to the front, thrust her against a tree, and bury myself in her. The thought of claiming her like that had my dick twitching in my pants. It had only been two days since we had been intimate and yet it felt as if I had spent years in a dry spell. Blood rushed to my cock which began pitching a tent around my crotch. I mentally chided myself and forced my mind to concentrate on anything else. Like the fact, I was about to see Sydney again. Something felt amiss at the thought. An empty, dark chasm opened in my chest when I thought of her. That pl

VICTOR I inhaled deeply, held my breath for five seconds, and then exhaled slowly and steadily as I shut the door. Dea's thoughts were so loud throughout the night I had to build up a mental block between us until she learned to protect her thoughts. Her worry echoed down the bond. Her fear reverberated through my body. Her love spilled into my heart and slithered into the marrow of my bones. I had allowed her thoughts to bombard my head, allowed them to infiltrate like a feral animal gnawing at my sanity. But when her thoughts of loving me fluttered around my mind like a beautiful fragile butterfly that could be squashed at any given moment, I built that wall and kept it up. Everyone had dispersed to their respective rooms. It was late and I didn't want to risk driving back to the city at this hour. The chances of us getting ambushed were high and I had confidence that I could protect Dea. However, I wasn't about to fool myself into thinking I could take out a pack of rogues when I