All Chapters of Alpha Killian: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Killian: “How?” She asked, frowning in confusion. I looked at my mate for a second too long before processing what she was referring to. “I just rejected…” “Your real name is not Eleanor, malyshka.” I said, picking the gun up for a second. She frowned in confusion before I handed it to her. “And the gun has no bullets.” “What?” She asked, trying to process what I was telling her. “You called his name last night,” I said, straightening as I sat beside her. “I knew that I needed something to shake you up into talking to me. Yes, I know that the approach wasn’t the most ideal, but I knew that nothing would have made you open up.” “You decided to threaten me, using a gun, to get me to open up?” She asked, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. When she put it that way, it made it sound like I did something that was wrong. Well, it was wrong, but I was done being patient, especially when I knew that my men have been searching for her for months and the number of problems that were cause

Elton: “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU HAVEN’T FOUND HER YET?” Luca yelled, slamming everything off my desk. I stayed quiet as I looked at the man, and he growled. “I gave you my fucking daughter to marry, I did not…” I stayed completely quiet as I looked at the man for a few seconds. I had grown used to his out lashes on me since his bitch of a daughter chose to do the unexpected. Her disappearing from her bedroom was the last thing that I thought would happen, and the fact that she had the door closed in her room since I left, without a word or sound, made me believe that she slept to get ready the way that a bride should. However, I was surprised when the next morning, the maids informed me of her absence. “She chose to fucking run away…” “You lost her.” He said, stopping me. I growled and slammed my hand on the table. He raised an eyebrow at me before wrapping his hand around my neck. “My daughter has been in the house, guarded, for fucking years. Therefore, do not expect

Eleanor: I woke up when I heard the door open. My heart raced and I fisted my blanket in both fear and worry, waiting for whatever terror was to come. The light opened, and it took me a second to catch Killian’s scent and realize that I was safe, and that the fear that I lived through was now in the past. I wasn’t back at the pack where I was to be harmed the second my door was opened. “I’m sorry for not knocking on the door. I didn’t think that I would be waking you up.” He said, standing by the door. I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair before he slowly took a step forward. His eyes were fixed on mine as he looked into my soul, silently asking me to allow him in, to trust that he would be different, and to trust that he wouldn’t harm me. I watched as he closed the door, and it wasn’t until I processed what I was seeing that I frowned at the sight of bruises and blood that was on his face. “Killian, what the…?” “It’s nothing, malyshka.” He said, sitting beside me. I f

Elton: I frowned as I walked inside my house to find a box in front of the door. “What’s this again?” I asked, shaking my head in question. The smell of honey filled my nostrils, and I couldn’t help but frown in confusion about why I would be having a box, the size of a body, filled with honey. “It’s not the only one, sir.” A Russian said from behind me. His shoes clicked on the tile floor with each step that he took and he smiled as he stood in front of me. “A wedding gift from the bratva, more specifically, the Pakhan himself.” I nodded at my men to open the crate. I knew that he was a messenger and killing him would be a direct act of war. That was something that I could afford considering the fact that the fucker Luca was still alive. The one way for me to get what I wanted done, was to have that prick dead. However, until his daughter and I were wed, that would be impossible for me to do. Yandel, the man who opened the box, frowned at the sight of the honey before he pushed h

Killian: “The man was not happy, boss.” Igor said through the phone. “I did not send the corpses to him to be happy. The two of us knew very well that he would be very pissed about it.” I said calmly. “Did he say anything to respond?” “No, I walked out of the room without him saying a word. The man was completely baffled, but judging by his friend’s expression, I doubt that the two of them would be planning to stop this madness that they are doing.” I nodded in response despite knowing that the man couldn’t see me. “I will give them twenty-four hours before we proceed again. You know, he might get his brain back inside his head, and if that happens, then he would manage to at least save whatever pride and dignity he thinks he has left. If not, then he can start counting the corpses of his men.” I said, and he hummed in response. “You can come back to the Estate, Igor.” “Yes, boss.” He said before I hung up. I turned to find Vladimir walking out of his office. His eyes met mine an