All Chapters of The Alpha's Hellhound: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The New Luna   Kendrick     The dining room is set up with several tables, and the Alpha table is at the head of the dining room. I would love to have something like what Andricia has for her pack, but unfortunately, that doesn’t work out too well here. It rains too often whereas I don’t think it rains where she lives. Which in itself is a phenomenon. We all take our seats and we have Andricia seated in between all four of us. I am on her left and Samson goes to sit on her right with Cyrus on the other side of him.   “That seat is for someone else today,” I say to him, gaining his attention.   He huffs and looks at Andricia his eyes are full of longing, but that’s something that she won’t be able to notice anymore. I see Zek enter the dining hall, being escorted by my father's Beta. He comes up to our table and then stops wearily, looking at all of us but avoidi

Witches get StitchesGolden SummitSamson"Alpha, we have a problem!" Kira shouts, firmly stopping me in my place. Before I can even react, Andricia is out of my grasp and almost in Kira's. She walks as if she can see perfectly, which is surprising."They have returned and are trying to cross the flame," Kira states quickly as she turns, walking with Andricia toward the woods.We all follow, but at a safe distance, it is her pack land, and we don’t want her to feel as if we are trying to rule over it instead of her. I watch Kira lean in close to her to whisper something, but I can’t make out what she says. She immediately stops, and Kira takes a step back, facing Andricia. A loud growl rips through the air, forcing Kira into submission. She kneels, baring her neck to Andricia with her head hanging low. I see Zek also in submission. I turn and see the entire training field in submission, every warrior we have.I turn back to Andricia, and she takes off sprinting straight toward Cullode

Little BirdFrigid PeakAndricia "You must be hungry; come, let’s get you something to eat." He says this as he begins walking with me, not removing his arm from my waist. As soon as we step out of the room, I am met with frigid air. I can feel my breath freezing as it escapes me. He pulls me closer to him, and it instantly warms me but also increases the aching between my legs. Before I know it, we are descending several stairs, and it isn’t getting any warmer. Are we outside? "Sorry little bird, the cold doesn’t ordinarily affect me, so I don’t ever have my fireplaces lit here. Let me light it; don’t move." He says this as he releases me, leaving me to the frigid air. Cerberus instantly gives me sight, and I raise my hand, pointing it to the fireplace, and I light it. The man jumps back and locks eyes with me, his mouth

GlowingFusilisAndricia"Silas Gheata," Fenrir says with venom in his voice.How does he know him in the first place? Silas doesn’t even acknowledge Fenrir, and Loki hasn’t said a word. He hasn’t gotten off the ground either. Silas removes his jacket, and I feel it land over my shoulders. I whimper from the pain in my shoulder, and I feel him tense as the air around him gets colder. His hand lands on the small of my back, pulling me to him, and his face drops to my neck as he inhales deeply. His breath is shaky for some reason; it’s the first time he’s ever not been composed. Then I feel the world fade around us as we shimmer away.When the world begins to come into focus, I smell all of my mates and know instantly that we’re in their room. Silas pulls me tighter to him as the shimmery smoke fades away. I hear four growls and know they aren’t growling because they are mad, but because I am naked. Silas releases me and carefully lifts the jacket off my shoulder as I cringe and whimper

The Right Material Golden Summit   Andricia     ‘Open your eyes, little bird.’ I hear it in my head.   Wait, Silas.. My eyes fly open, and I see him looking down at me, concerned that I’m breathing heavily, and I notice I’m on the opposite side of the room. My back is against the wall, and I can’t see past him, but I can smell something burning. His hands are on my waist, and my hands are clutching his jacket. My vision blurs and a whimper escapes my lips as I bite the bottom one, trying to hold in my emotions.   ‘Let it out, little bird.’ I hear his soothing voice in my mind.   My eyes lock with his, and I see the concern in his. His hand is on my arm and the small of my back. I look at his hand; it grips tight, almost bruising, but he doesn’t loosen his grip even as I try to wiggle free. A low, demanding hum hits me, and i