All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 7 Enemies New and OldParker led the way, his usual swagger and smirk very much in place. He was objectively handsome, in a blond-and-stacked kind of way, but he was also such a stereotypical alpha douchebag, with his big black motorcycle boots and t-shirt with the cutoff sleeves. Not to mention the forced mating thing. Seeing him again, after months of trying to forget him, I was almost shivering with the desire to flay his flesh from his bones and watch him die screaming. Flanking him were Tyler and four more of his enforcers, with several more behind them, all of them dressed like Parker-clones.And the Kimballs were right behind them: Bill Kimball, Sam’s younger brother, and Bill’s son Colin, along with two more weres I didn’t know by name but had seen in passing while I was living in the Kimball territory.Of course, neither of them had a shaman — and even though I’d been sort-of allied with Adam for months, that gave me a little bit of pleasure amidst the fear that we

Chapter 9 Down the DrainIt was quite a while later, going by the dark window and the glow of the lamp on the nightstand, when I crawled out of a groggy sleep to the sound of quiet voices. Long practice with waking up in strange places had given me the ability to come to consciousness without stirring or making a sound, so I lay there perfectly still, figuring out who was there before I let them know I was awake.“…saved my life,” Matthew was saying. “He’s a little shit, but he’s obviously not a total psycho.”Ah, they were talking about me. How nice. I’d have gotten that just from the ‘little shit’ descriptor, but good to know I wasn’t the worst person Matthew had ever met.That was probably Jonathan Hawthorne. Jonathan Hawthorne had probably been the worst person anyone who’d met him had ever met. Not for the first time, I wondered if Nate had actually had it worse than I had, growing up with that for a father. I mean, I’d been totally without parents — my long-lost adoptive broth

Chapter 11 Cats Always Land on Their FeetThinking started with taking a shower. Matthew wasn’t waking up for a while, and my skin was crawling with the sensation of filthiness. Washing off Matthew’s come was priority one. It felt like he’d marked me as his, and I didn’t know what to do with the mix of reflexive horror — I didn’t belong to anyone, dammit! — and arousal that left me with.Once I’d washed, extensively and thoroughly, it still felt like he’d marked me, like physically removing the evidence of how he’d had me wasn’t close to enough.It was weird, because that wasn’t how it’d worked before. I was good at washing that man right out of my hair, to grossly misuse a really awesome musical number. After what Parker had done to me, I’d felt more lingering disgust over that shaman watching than over Parker himself. Yeah, I was furious, and yeah, I wanted revenge and would never forget how it felt — but I didn’t feel dirty. Once I washed enough to get his lingering scent off of

Chapter 13 Keep Your Enemies CloserAfter a stunned pause, Colin’s eyes widened, and he let out a sharp crack of laughter. “Shamans are so fucking weird, dude. Really? A fucking bobcat?”Now, I’d never found Colin particularly attractive; he wasn’t quite tall enough, and his muscles were overdeveloped, and he had light hair and brown eyes, and he didn’t hold a candle to — other people. Even so. He was looking at me as I stood in front of him naked, and laughing. And calling me weird.“Do you want me to burn you alive or flay your skin from your bones, or would you rather try again?” I glared him down, my nose in the air. How dare he? And then I crouched down to dig my clothes out of my backpack, because he didn’t deserve to see me naked.He made a choking sound that was probably another stifled burst of laughter. “I apologize,” he said completely insincerely, holding up his hands in a ‘come on now, calm down’ gesture that only infuriated me more. “Just — I didn’t expect it. What the

Chapter 15 TakenIt wasn’t long before I knew they were there. They must have parked farther out and walked in, which was why they’d taken a little longer — but they were there. I could feel their life forces approaching when I extended my senses, reaching out through the forest’s rich green to find the smudges of alpha-red and regular old werewolf-orange.Nate reached across our carefully arranged spell components, holding one hand palm-up and the other palm-down. I matched him, and we joined hands, going into that space under the mundane world where the energies flowed, visible to those with the talent and training to see them.The book’s incantation only required one vocalization, so I let Nate take the lead on that, concentrating on echoing his meaning with my own power.The spell built between us. It layered, and folded, and started to thrum with magic. We could hold it for a bit, but then it’d need to go somewhere — which meant Matthew and his pack had to lead our attackers int