บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA'S CAPTIVE: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

When I see the needle, I finally give in to the panic that has been repressing me for the entire time.Tyler uses so little effort to hold me pinned that his forearm muscles hardly strain when I try.I watch Darius struggle, rounding the side of the bed and perching on the edge, his eyes never leaving mine, till he reaches for my bleeding arm.It's not like he was trying to stop the blood from seeping through the white sheets; he could have just gone for bandages. This is just torment, nothing more.He remains motionless for a considerable amount of time, observing my arm objectively while I inhale sharply, causing all the muscles in my body to tense.He lays the thread and needle on the bed next to him.I guess he's changed his mind, like an idiot. That perhaps something has stopped him—his wolf, the only aspect of him that appears to care whether I live or die.However, he scowls a little, reaches out to grab my arm, and then yanks the glass shard out with a forceful motion.I screa

He reached over to touch her. left her scarred. His wolf glare turns icy silver, and the rage within it charges the space like electricity. "The fucker dies tonight."He is not the one to make that decision. Here, he's not the alpha, but nevertheless Jade and Dan look at me as if they're waiting for my contribution.Is she yours? I'm not sure.But in this case, she's made a shift. Not only in Jade, who delighted in soaking his dick in a woman's pussy and immersing himself in alcohol. But also in Dan. And me? Who knows?Since everyone has strengths, and since I'm the alpha, it's my responsibility to identify them, I turn to Dan. "How much bomb knowledge do you have?"Ever since Jade and I rescued Dan from the streets, he has seized every chance to acquire knowledge. His mind is like a sponge, and he is constantly ready to take in information.I see that same wisdom reflected back at me, that same unwavering hunger to grow, even in spite of his fatigue. If anything, it has gotten bigger

East leads into a rough community. We parked there, knowing full well that it won't be there when we're through cleaning out Darius's pack, but from everything we've read about Darius—a guy born with a silver spoon shoved down his throat—it doesn't seem like he would want to mix it up with the dealers and pimps that frequent the area.Therefore, the quickest option for him to flee when things get out of hand is for him to drive up from the south and arrive via the minor road that branches off the main city street. Which is precisely why Dan is positioned with a rifle high in a tree to stop it from happening.We will be waiting for Darius Treveiler and his pack as they thunder into the patch of grass under us in a few minutes. We've been helpful enough to position ourselves so near that, should Darius sense he's about to step into a trap, he only needs to take a deep breath, smell the smells of three males, and he won't think twice about sending his pack after us.Most things are cover

My back is to the glass wall as he turns me. I wait for him to kiss me while I look into his face. I've tried to kiss him before, but he keeps me there by swiping his hand over my nape. He says to me, "No, Amanda." "An alpha takes the lead."He is the boss everywhere, not only in the bedroom. Because he is more experienced in this world than I am, he enjoys placing orders for me that include food, clothes, and other items. He's right, coming from a dingy flat with empty cabinets. I have no idea how to place an order at a restaurant without looking foolish, and if something caught on fire, I would have no idea what was in style. I thus don't gripe. Why would I do that?His fingertips dance over my cheek as he looks at me with warm, gratifying delight. His eyes find my throat and the thin scar there, and I start to become wary.He gives a light back-and-forth stroke.Darius has smooth calluses on his fingertips. Callouses need manual labour, menial tasks, and physical exertion.I am the

Choke.I can't breathe because of the object in my throat.I struggle, whimpering, but no part of me wants to move.I need to notify someone that something is suffocating me in my throat, but I can't move.My right arm is lightly squeezed by a hand. "It's okay," says a masculine voice.It's not acceptable! Something is scratching my throat, and I want to scream. And it's suffocating me.Hands press against my back, talking to me in a voice I should recognize. The black hole returns to take me away before I can connect the voice to a face.* * * "...for observation." Her arm..."The monster in my throat has vanished, but the mask clamped tightly around my mouth is blowingcool, strange-tasting air into me.I shift my attention away from the mask and onto what is genuinely important: the people in my room, because the doctor must be speaking to someone, and that someone is not me.The masculine voice is sharp and unusual. It's not one I've heard before, but the confidence and assurance