All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 10 If Not, No WorriesThe door shut behind us, and Dimitri and I practically ran for it, speed-walking down the brick pathway leading from my parents’ porch to the sidewalk. We’d managed to get out before Jerry and his wife, thus dodging any kind of tense conversation alone with my parents; Jerry had opportunely told my father they needed a word alone about some board politics. I could have kissed him.“Oh, my God,” I gasped, as we rounded the corner of the hedge and escaped. My heart pounded away, giddy relief throwing it, and me, into a tizzy. “We got out alive. I can’t fucking believe it.”Dimitri grinned down at me, finally looking like himself as he did. He’d put on such a good show. Un-fucking-believably good. He’d slicked his hair back and worn one of the suits I’d picked out for him, a dark blue that brought out the little flecks of green in his gray eyes. Jerry, unbeknownst to me, had studied Russian literature as an undergrad, something he mentioned after I’d intro

Chapter 12 Twice Is a CoincidenceAfter that first day in the office, Dimitri and I settled into a routine. We left for work together three or four days a week, with him staying home and doing his own thing the other days. On weekends I stuck to my usual system: wake up early, go for a run, and work from home.He told me my life sucked, but he didn’t try to stop me. And occasionally he’d even join me for the runs, both of us shifting into our wolf forms and racing through the woods until we were panting and exhausted. I liked those mornings. Company without any expectation of conversation soothed me after full weeks of nothing but talking, negotiating, telling people what to do.Dimitri had kicked ass in that first meeting, doing exactly what I’d asked of him and pulling it off flawlessly. No passive-aggressive emails with my stolen ideas. No arguing.Although the fact that it’d worked, that my colleagues listened to him when they wouldn’t to me simply because his dick had a knot…we

Chapter 14 FamilyDimitri went to work with me the next day, imposing in his sharp suit and towering over me as he followed me into my first meeting, a presentation to the board about my strategy for my department.Having him at my back felt…not comforting, because I was a professional, and I didn’t need to be comforted at work. Emotions weren’t my primary mode there. But it did give me the confidence you could only really get from having someone, well, at your back. Supporting you in anything you did, and making sure you knew that no matter what, there was at least one person in the room who wouldn’t dismiss you.When had I started counting on Dimitri to be there to support me rather than being annoyed that I needed him in the first place?Maybe around the same time I’d started looking forward to coming home from work on those days he didn’t go with me, knowing that my house wouldn’t be cold and empty and lonely, with nothing to eat and no one to talk to and no reason to do anythin

Chapter 16 Your Father Smells FunnyMy mother called me the next morning when Dimitri and I were halfway to the office. One benefit of that horrifically embarrassing visit of theirs the day we’d mated was that she’d stopped showing up on my doorstep.On the other hand…“Brook!” she screeched, the speakerphone failing to contain her evident irritation. “I have been waiting for you to get back to me on the issue of…Dimitri’s…family, even though I doubt—”Oh, shit. “He’s in the car with me!” I practically shouted, desperate to interrupt her before she could share whatever rude, insulting thing was about to come out of her mouth.As she fell silent, seething palpably even across several miles and a couple of cell towers, I glanced over at Dimitri in the passenger seat. His half-lidded eyes, loose necktie, and unbuttoned top shirt button gave the accurate impression of a man who hadn’t been happy about getting up at six. Well, too bad for him. I had a seven-thirty breakfast meeting.He s

Chapter 18 Don’t Offer Me Anything Else“Give him the keys,” I said to the valet, and dropped into the passenger seat, leaning my head back and trying to calm the shaking of my hands and the rough, pounding vibration of my heartbeat.Dimitri got in a second later, started the car, and pulled us out of the club’s driveway without a word.We’d made an announcement that unfortunately, my father had been taken ill, that it wasn’t an emergency but that the family would be leaving, and that everyone was welcome to enjoy dinner and the club’s amenities if they’d like.And then we’d hightailed it out of there, leaving the rest of the “family” to figure it out their damn selves.“We can’t tell them he’s ill!” my mother had wailed. “Alphas don’t become ill. We can announce that you’re the one who’s sick. Everyone knows you’re weak, that you—”“We’re not lying anymore,” I’d said, more firmly than I’d ever have believed I’d be able to cut off my mother’s ranting, fueled by a fresh wave of hurt