All Chapters of Alpha Alvar's Runaway Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AlvarI decide to cancel Greenvale Pack. I never cared about it before. It’s far north, poor in resources, and taking it over wouldn’t benefit our pack.But now, things have changed. I’m going to show them I don’t mess around. They’ll pay for how they treated my future Luna.Rylee’s asleep, so I ask Carl to take her back to the pack by boat. He’ll wait for her to wake up before taking the helicopter. After Carl leaves, I start digging into Greenvale Pack. By evening, all the details are on my desk.Green is an old family, but its descendants are ungrateful. The current Alpha, Steve, and his father are losers. Greenvale was in a mess. Steve has no ability, just luck. He married a good wife. Twenty-five years ago, he mated to the descendent of the Madonna, Sheila Dewey, Rylee's mother.Sheila was a powerful Luna with healing abilities, skilled in business and management. She kept Greenvale organized and thriving. She was loved by all. However, she struggled to get pregnant. So Steve che

Rylee“No. What’s wrong?” Meg asks.I bite my lip. “I heard an unfamiliar voice calling my name.”Meg rushes into the bathroom to check. She looks into every nook and cranny, then turns to me. “There's no one here. Could you be hallucinating?”Hallucinating? Maybe. My nerves are on high alert lately.She walks over, observing me closely. “Could it be you’re nervous about having dinner with Alpha? Don’t worry, he seems scary sometimes, but he’s very nice.”I doubt it. Do nice guys get lots of sex slaves and throw them away after they fuck? I’m reminded that during my visit to the Mansion yesterday, I didn’t see any coquettish women. Everyone was in uniform and well-organized. None looked like sex slaves.So where are these rumored sex slave?I can’t help but ask, “Meg, you know how they talk about Alpha Alvar’s sex slaves. And I’m concerned. Do you know where they are now?”Is it true, as the rumor goes, that he killed them all?I wince. This is what I’m going to end up with.“What kin

RyleeI’ve figured out that his eyes darken when he’s in rut. Like now. The rubies in his eyes turn darker than blood.His hands clamp around my waist, pulling me to press against him. His steaming hardness against my lower abdomen, scorching my skin through the cloth.He looks down at me, that godlike face full of raw desire. I feel like I’m losing my mind.“Whatever it is, it has to wait,” he asserts. He lowers his head and sucks my lips again, his hand rubbing over my butt.I swoon from the kiss, but my survival instincts kick in.“No...” It take me a lot of effort to struggle to pull away. “I... I...”I stammer a lie facing his probing gaze, “I’m still bruised... it hurts right now...”“Can you… I mean, can this wait until next time?” I ask, voice trembling.His frown is terrifying. I’m afraid he’ll order someone to drag me outside and kill me now. I quickly add, “I could help you with my mouth.”Scared to look at his face, I glance down and accidentally see his hideous weapon. Th

RyleeThe next day.Meg shows up with a breakfast spread that could feed an army. She glances at the bite mark on Alvar’s jaw and widens her eyes. I can tell she’s having a hard time holding her laugh, as her lips twist in big angles. Alvar gives her a warn look, and she retreats. After that, at Alvar’s insistence, I eat all of the food down.Alvar says he’s taking me to the hospital to check on my bruises. He puts a long scarf around me and asks me to follow him into a car. Along the way, I feel his eyes on me. I keep my head down, avoiding his gaze.He's been staring at me since I woke up. I have no clue what he’s after.I’m usually calm, but with him, I lose my temper and act all out of sorts. It’s unnerving. I need to remind myself of my place—he's the Alpha, and I’m just a slave.I need to find a way out, and soon.The hospital is on the east side of the pack, close to the border—just 4-5 miles from the Mansion. A quick eight-minute drive. Dark Moon has its own hospital and a spe

RyleeThe parlor is dark, perfect for filthy and shady stuff.Alvar’s touch changes everything. At first, he’s just caressing my face. But soon, his hands slide lower, turning his touches into something erotic. He explores my body and kisses me with passion.I’m not in the mood. I’m still reeling from Kristen’s beating and the frustration of losing my freedom.I stop him when his hand moves between my thighs. “I... my foot still hurts,” I lie. His lust is strong and I’m afraid of losing my virginity here.“Shit!” he curses in a low voiceAlvar buries his head in my neck, nibbling lightly. His ragged breath makes me shiver.He tries everything to turn me on. Then he makes me lie down and suck his cock.This time, he lasts longer than last time. My face is sore, my hands are weak. When he’s done, he pulls me on top of him and kisses me deeply.He even makes me lick his chin—the spot where I bit him.This man is sick. He is a whore. His penis could go up at anytime, anywhere.At night, A