All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 17 AmplificationComing around after being knocked unconscious by magic was the kind of thing that sounded like it ought to be a slow process of unpleasant discovery. Where am I? What happened? Are these spelled manacles around my wrists? My gods, what’s happened?Not so much. The instant consciousness hit, it hit hard, and all the details became painfully, instantly obvious.I’d been taken captive by a warlock, although not one of the ones who’d worked me over before—I could smell his magic, that dark, sharp, ozone-tinged smell that had hit me in the alley, even if I didn’t recognize the scent of him in particular.The manacles had my wrists in their cold, heavy grip, and the rest of me sat and slumped on yet another fucking concrete floor.The panic hit me simultaneously. I bent to the side as much as I could, vomiting every drop of the shots and everything else I’d ever consumed, it felt like, all over the floor and spattering my leg. My heart rabbited, and I couldn’t fee

Chapter 19 A Lucky ManOh my God, they’re both dead! A deep voice. Panicked. Familiar. Floating through my head, and then fading away again.No, they aren’t. I can still see their bond. Lighter. Also panicked. Also familiar.Shouts, and thumps, and curses. More voices, the same two and two others. Arguing about magic, on and on. Something about a door.The barrier. There’d been a barrier.Movement. The voices sounding closer, relieved, but still frantic. Pain and lightness, because I couldn’t feel my head. Had I lost it? I’d lost my spleen.As if someone had read my mind: You know, the irony is, his spleen would be really fucking useful right about now. It’s part of the circulatory—Please shut the fuck up. That was the lighter voice again.Everything went away again.I jolted in and out of consciousness, hating it more each time. This felt like…I’d escaped. Hadn’t I? And it’d been like this. Moments of sensation and pain, interspersed with nothingness.Calder had taken me somewhere

Epilogue Fucking Saskatchewhat?Three weeks after our near-death experience, Calder woke me before the sun was even all the way up by biting me on the ass, in the curve right where it met my leg.I jolted up onto my elbows with a squeak, and Calder shoved me right back down again.“I’m busy,” he growled against the crease of my ass. “Hold still.”Yeah, I’d promised to do whatever he told me, but I still started to argue. So sue me. I liked to argue.But when he pulled my cheeks apart and thrust his tongue inside me without so much as buying me a drink first, I collapsed back down onto my face and did what he fucking told me after all.He ate me out until I was writhing against the mattress, desperate to get off, and then slid up the bed and fucked me just like that, holding me down by the neck and making me his bitch, a little rougher than usual with only his spit for lube.It helped that he’d left me wet and open after fucking me twice the night before—only who was counting.And I l

Chapter 2 That Should’ve Felt GoodDrew had to be persuaded to let me close the bathroom door, apparently convinced I’d fall over and bash my head and die if he let me out of his sight for so much as an instant.By the way I had to lean on the sink and pant with the exhaustion of getting out of bed and walking across the room once that door had closed on his worried frown, I thought his concern might be justified.But I needed a minute alone. I needed privacy. I had to get my bearings without his life-saving but, admittedly, very slightly overbearing presence. Not that I blamed him for it given how much help I’d already required. He’d muttered under his breath, while turning as red as a tomato, that he’d been the one taking care of my bodily needs while I lay in bed, and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed. So sure, he’d been caring for me like a cross between a nurse and a mom for more than two freaking weeks, something I put away in the back of my mind to hopefully never see the light

Chapter 4 What Are Fake Mates For, Anyway?Eating and drinking led inevitably to my needing a nap, my body overwhelmed by the activity and the calories. Drew had to half-carry me up the stairs and pour me into his bed, and when he pulled that fluffy comforter up to my neck and tucked me in I passed out within seconds.I crawled out of bed again some unknown number of hours later, feeling at last almost like I might be on the way to recovering some of my physical strength. Using the bathroom and brushing my teeth didn’t take all the energy I had, for one thing.Somehow I’d slept long enough that dawn had barely broken as I got up. Christ, it must’ve been close to twelve hours.But when I poked my nose out of the bedroom, the door of the guest room stood open, with no sign of Drew.Either he was a freakishly early riser or a freakishly dedicated night owl.I headed downstairs, pleased when my knees didn’t give out.But that happiness faded into a hollow, chilled sort of loneliness whe