All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Mismatched Mates #6.5Twice Bitten Chapter 1 Ouch“So stop me if you’ve heard this one.” I leaned up against the bar, cocking my hip and batting my lashes a couple of times at the hulking, leather-jacketed alpha who’d somehow thought it’d be a good idea to sit down on a bar stool. I’d been out back taking a phone call, and when I came inside, there he was. “So a werewolf walks into a vampire bar…”The alpha blinked back at me, slowly, a smile creeping across his face and making him look slightly less like a thug.Slightly. Hard features, stubbled chin, short-cropped black hair, and very pale blue eyes…and the whole hulking, leather-jacketed thing. Seriously, werewolves were so cliché. Some vampires, like my colleague Victor, could pull off the leather trenchcoat look, and that even made me wince a little. But the leather motorcycle jackets? Yeah, we get it, you’re so tough.On the other hand, he did look pretty tough. I might be way stronger than I looked—not that it’d be difficult,

Chapter 3 Fucking Amateur HourJack stared down at the phone in his hand, now telling us loudly that it was too sexy for its shirt, like he held a feral gnome. “Fuck,” he said. “It’s Brent. He blocked me on everything. Why the fuck is he calling me?”“Answer it and find out,” I snapped, trying not to sound like I’d been hyperventilating. And suppressing the demand on the tip of my tongue about why the hell he’d have that as his cheating, brother-attacking mate’s ringtone. Maybe Brent had set it himself, and didn’t that give me a window into their relationship dynamic I didn’t want. “And put it on speaker.”He grimaced, but to my surprise he did what I’d told him and poked the screen a couple of times. Right Said Fred cut off mid-lyric, and silence fell for a second.“I know you’re there,” said a voice through the speaker. A deep, rumbling, hoarse kind of voice, not what I’d expected from someone named Brent. Stupid fucking name, anyway.Jack stiffened, and his hand clenched around t

Chapter 5 Un. Fucking. Fair.Gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled up at the very edge of the parking lot in front of the bar. It didn’t appear to have a name; the neon sign stuck to the edge of the overhang above the veranda simply said “BAR.” There were a few battered pickup trucks with fishing poles sticking out of the back, a cluster of dusty Harleys, one cheap sedan, and two guys smoking cigarettes at the end of the veranda. I could faintly hear something that sounded like “Freebird” echoing out of the building.Yep, a bar in the middle of nowhere.“We can’t just walk in there,” Jack said. “Brent’ll see me, and we’ll lose any surprise. And you can’t go in there because you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone will look at you.”“Of course we’re not going in there.” I turned in my seat so he could get the full effect of my eye roll. “They’re on the run. They’re not going to be in a bar full of people. We’re parking here because you said they’re in this vicinity, and my

Chapter 7 Off the ClockJack went to retrieve my car, a task he’d assigned himself with a low-voiced mutter about my boots and tree branches. I let it pass, because I suspected he simply needed to get the hell away from Brent and their proximity-strengthened mate bond and clear his head a bit.We’d grabbed a roll of duct tape from the trunk of Hendler’s car—one of several creepy tools and objects we’d found in there—and Jack had checked him for weapons and then trussed him up like a mummy. I didn’t know how that tape would ever come off, but hey, not my problem. He could probably still breathe. I took care of Brent, taping him up a bit less thoroughly and dragging him into the front room of the cabin while Jack brought Hendler. Neither of us were particularly gentle as we deposited our respective burdens on the floor.They lay at opposite ends of the small room, too far from one another to attempt to collude and also far enough from any furniture to give them nothing to maneuver wit

Chapter 9 Never Be the Same AgainJack’s mouth on mine felt like falling off a cliff and knowing that hitting the ground would be the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. He kept the kiss gentle, coaxing me open—not that I needed coaxing.Finally. Fuck, finally.His tongue teased into my mouth, tasting me. Gods, I wanted more of him. The essence of him, the taste of his mouth and the flavor of his blood and the scent of his body and his magic.My arms went up around his shoulders, and I groaned at the feeling of him so big and warm and solid under my hands, skimming my palms over his muscles and then clutching onto his biceps so hard it would’ve made a human cry out in pain.He simply growled into my mouth, bearing me back down onto the bed with irresistible force.Not that I wanted to resist.I spread my legs as much as I could underneath the pile of blankets, and he settled between, his weight pinning me so deliciously that I writhed under him, arching up—and he pushed me down