All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EpilogueLaurieVictor was in a foul mood when he came home from work. He didn’t take it out on me, because he never did. But he was pissed.“Fucking werewolves,” he grunted as he kicked off one of his steel-toed boots. “Fucking werewolves, I’m so fucking sick,” he kicked off the other and it hit the wall by the door with a thump, “of fucking werewolves fucking up my coats.”The front of his latest leather coat hung in tatters, and it was wet. Probably blood, knowing Victor. Which I did, better than I’d ever imagined I’d know the man who’d stepped out of an alley and offered me three hundred dollars to lick my lip six months before.I hid a smile. His coats were his one vanity. He didn’t seem to get that he was just as terrifying, and just as gorgeous, wearing borrowed sweatpants or nothing at all.Nothing at all. There was an idea. I was so nervous about my sister and nephews coming to visit the next day that I’d spent all afternoon cleaning the house, rearranging the new couch and d

Chapter 2 Two Hours and Thirty-Four MinutesColin’s phone went to voicemail.Because of course it did, and it being the middle of the night had nothing to do with it. In the spring, Colin had become the leader of his pack, following some incredibly shady, and incredibly stupid, behavior on the part of the former pack leader, Colin’s father. In his usual overly-casual way, Colin had later admitted he’d had to beat the shit out of his own dad while imprisoned by magic in the middle of a bloody pack war, and then pick up the pieces.I’d talked to him on the phone a few hours before that, also in the middle of the night, when he’d called me to fill me in. He’d wanted someone outside his pack, someone he trusted to be practical and logical and on his side, to know what was going on in case everything went to shit. I’d done my best to advise him, but pack wars weren’t really in my wheelhouse. I’d asked him to let me get back to him after I consulted my parents.When I’d called him back ha

Chapter 4 Under Duress“Well, that could’ve gone worse, right?”Colin started the car without saying a word in reply. He didn’t need to. It could’ve gone worse, in the sense that I could’ve been locked in the shed with Evan standing guard outside, something that might very well have happened if I hadn’t brought my very own alpha along as backup. I liked Colin’s voice, but no sound had ever been quite as welcome as the Cadillac’s engine grumbling to life, telling me it was about to take me away from all this.Only two hours had passed since we arrived; the sun still hadn’t made it up enough to shine straight down through the thick forest, its rays skimming along the treetops and filtering sideways through the branches. The way I felt, it ought to have been going down already. I’d thought I’d been tired when we got there.But no, not tired. Not remotely, not compared to now. I picked up a discarded pair of knock-off mirrored aviators lying in the center console—with a few friends; how

Chapter 6 Unorthodox MethodologyColin announced his return home by bursting into the bathroom, claws out. I nearly jumped out of my own skin, yelping and flailing and catching myself against the glass shower door with a clatter and bang. The bathroom door whacked into the wall and bounced back, and I winced as Colin stopped it with a clawed hand. If I didn’t do some serious work to get those scratches out, there went my deposit.He stood framed in the doorway, staring at me, as I got my balance back. “What the hell? Is something wrong? If you needed to piss you could’ve just knocked!”Colin slowly retracted his claws, the alpha glow in his eyes fading away and leaving them their usual dark brown. He looked me up and down—slowly, and I couldn’t parse the look on his face. I fought the urge to cover my groin with my hands. Colin would’ve laughed at me, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t changed in front of each other, showered next to each other at campgrounds, or gone swimming on impulse

Chapter 8 Who Else?Now that Colin knew I was working for Greenwald, I didn’t have to hide any of my books or keep my thoughts to myself. He still grumbled, but he’d accepted—for the moment—that trying to come up with something to give the asshole to get him off our backs was the best option.So when we’d gotten home and scarfed our giant sub sandwiches, I spread all the books out on the table and got back to work. I made notes while Colin stepped outside and called his pack council; I hunted down references while he flopped on the couch and read the news.The wind had picked up outside, and my apartment windows were all a little drafty. Every now and then a gust slipped through the cracks, making all the pages of my many open books lift and rustle in counterpoint to the knocking of branches against the kitchen window and the low whoo of the wind whistling around the corner of the apartment building. Late-afternoon sunlight highlighted the gold lettering on the spines of some of the