All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter 9Malicious, Petty FunMacKenna shook me awake.I popped up like a Jack-in-the-box, shouting something incoherent—about my father and my brother, I realized as I blinked into his wide-eyed face. MacKenna took a quick step back, his hand falling from my shoulder.“What time is it?” I rasped, rubbing my hands over my face. Gods. I had crud in my eyes and could barely focus them, and my heart pounded as if I’d been woken from a marathon, not a nap. At least the headache had gone away.“Almost seven,” he said. “In the evening, in case that wasn’t clear.”The light of sunset through the uncovered window had tipped me off, in fact, and I glared at him, the only answer I had the presence of mind to muster. He chuckled, which only pissed me off more. MacKenna looked so handsome when he laughed. Too bad he was always laughing at my expense, or I might have enjoyed the view.“Anyway, I’m taking a couple of hours from work,” he went on. “Dinner. Fucking you. Good news, Castelli. You get

Chapter 11Like You CareDeclan moved around in the main room of the suite for a bit. Eating his abandoned dinner? And maybe also mine? I couldn’t muster more than the faintest sense of disappointment at the thought. Anger wouldn’t come.That dream Declan had seen me having, the nightmare about my father trying to steal my alpha magic, had filtered back to me in bits and pieces, the memory summoned by Declan referring to a “real alpha.” My father had said those words in the dream as he cut my chest open and stuck his hand inside, fishing around for the source of my alpha-ness while I screamed in agony, immobilized somehow by the rules of dream logic.What kinds of nightmares did my brother have, it occurred to me to wonder? He hated our father. He hated me. I’d done my share to make him hate me, probably. But he was so damn prickly. Teasing I’d meant in a friendly way when we were kids had made him go nuclear. And then I’d kept going with it after a while, only…not in a friendly way

Chapter 13I’m Going to Eat YouDeclan opened his mouth, probably to say something snide about how he’d told me to stay in the Morrigan. And then I would’ve had to argue back that I was on the Morrigan’s property, thank you very much, not even all the way out the door, after which he might have reminded me that I’d been attacked on the Morrigan’s property already, and then I’d have had to say something about how Walter was a lying little bitch…Yeah, I didn’t want to go there.So I cut him off with, “If you were watching me enough to know where I was going, why didn’t you message back?” Another thought hit me. “And how the hell did you get out here before I did? Do you have a teleporter, for fuck’s sake?”Declan shoved off the pillar with his shoulder, hands still in his pockets, his smile quirking higher. “You can’t expect me to give away all my secrets, Blake. Or expect me to get distracted by your bullshit from the fact that I’m pretty sure I gave you a couple of very simple instr

Chapter 15Try MeLetting it all go seemed easy at first.I’d spent so many years showing—and allowing myself to feel—only the most surface of emotions: anger, entitlement, arrogance. Under the circumstances, I chose to temporarily trade those in for indifference, apathy, and resignation, but it was just as fake and just as likely to keep people from looking any deeper.My family hadn’t looked any deeper. Neither had Declan. Clearly, no one wanted to.And it worked. When I didn’t try to fight back, didn’t bother arguing or demanding answers, Declan didn’t go out of his way to humiliate or torment me aside from the rough, careless way he used me. He texted me at some point during the day to let me know when he wanted me available to be fucked, I awaited him obediently, and he fucked me. Sometimes he put me on my knees instead, or in addition to. I opened my mouth or spread my legs, and I moaned and cried out when he made me come, but I didn’t talk more than I absolutely had to.I took

Chapter 17I Missed Your VoiceSince I’d never slept in Declan’s bed before, I woke up confused, disoriented, and with a mouth that tasted like someone had murdered a particularly sandy desert and buried its corpse under my tongue.Well, that last part didn’t have anything to do with Declan’s bed, to be fair.I rolled over and groaned, throwing an arm across my eyes to keep the sunlight out, because someone had left the blinds wide fucking open when he got up and went to work.I knew I’d be fine once I had a couple of glasses of water and a bite to eat; hangovers weren’t really that much of a thing for werewolves without serious effort involving multiple illicit substances, and I hadn’t been to a party that good in like, six months. But seriously. Close the damn blinds. Fuck.It crossed my mind to find my phone, make some coffee, and send him a text complaining about the window.And then I sat bolt upright, head in my hands, and let out another groan.I’d slept in his bed. We hadn’t