All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 20 We Have It HandledMeredith and I spent two hours hashing out a plan and working through all the possible permutations to make sure we hadn’t missed anything, but it couldn’t be put into action that night. For one thing, we both had some work to do creating a set of fake lab results and prepping some other documents, something she’d offered to do most of, since she had some bright ideas about how to falsify the data. For another, it all depended on my managing to be in the lab at the same time as Kyle. We had matching evil grins by the time we’d finished, though.Both of us were good at thinking through contingencies. And Meredith had a real gift for revenge, it turned out. She couldn’t stop chuckling and rubbing her hands together like a genuine villainous mastermind.Since she had actual work to do that didn’t involve plotting to take down a dastardly pharmaceutical executive and a lying, credit-stealing asshole grad student at one fell swoop, I reluctantly left the off

Chapter 22 That Plan SuckedColin manhandled me up the stairs and into the apartment, groping me and kissing my neck while I tried to get the door unlocked.Finally we tumbled through the door, and he slammed it behind us.For a moment, we stood staring at each other, eye to eye, both breathing like we’d been in a marathon.Colin took a step, slowly, his glowing eyes fixed intently on my face.He looked so good. He smelled so good, like rain and pines and alpha, and my mouth watered, my knees going weak.Screw it. He might still be all full of crazed mating hormones—he probably was, based on his behavior. But he’d stayed away so long…I was too weak to resist him. Too weak to follow my own better judgment.“Well?” I demanded. “What now? You showed up out of nowhere, you made me jerk off in your car, you’re—damn it, if you don’t get me spread open on your knot in the next five minutes I’m going to be the one hunting you down, and I’ll tie you up again if I have to—”He cut me off with

Mismatched Mates #4Lost and Bound Chapter 1 TogetherWhen they didn’t take me out of my cell for a few weeks, I knew my time was up.Or maybe it was a couple of months. I’d long since stopped bothering to scratch marks into the walls of my cell—or into my own flesh, since I healed too quickly and the entertainment value of hurting myself paled after a while.There’d been that time a while back…sometime, in the past…when I hadn’t healed. When I’d clawed my own arm and then watched, glazed and still too sedated to care, as the blood didn’t stop welling up. That had been after one of the trips to the lab.And that had lasted for a few weeks. Maybe.And now this had lasted for a few weeks, maybe, the guard only opening the door once a day to slide in some food and maybe a sliver of soap or a roll of toilet paper, and then slamming it again without saying a word to me.My cell had concrete walls and a concrete floor, a mattress in one corner and a toilet and sink in the opposite one. Th

Chapter 3 They’re Not Paying AttentionI woke to the sound of the door opening. Reflex, born of long experience with what happened when I didn’t respond quickly enough to a guard, had me almost popping up off the mattress.But I forced myself to be still, with my eyes closed.Because I’d started to get a theory, before, and I wanted to test it.There was a soft thump as some kind of food, probably another sandwich, hit the floor.“Is he dead? Has he even moved?” Baldy’s voice, mostly unconcerned, but with a slight undertone of annoyance. He’d probably hoped I’d die on someone else’s shift so he wouldn’t need to deal with the corpse.“Not yet,” my cellmate said, equally unconcerned, not specifying which of the questions he was answering.“Huh,” Baldy grunted, and the door shut with a thud.I sat up as soon as his footsteps had faded.“They didn’t know I’d been up and around since the last time they were in here,” I said breathlessly.He pushed himself up and went for the sandwich, dr

Little White SeashellsPain twisted in the darkness. My body hurt.I had a body.Wasn’t the advantage of dying that the pain stopped?And if this was surviving, I wasn’t sure it was worth it.More pain, more weakness, and I couldn’t turn away from it. And I couldn’t see, not in this impenetrable dark.Had I been dreaming? I couldn’t open my eyes. Motion. Screams, and heavy thuds, cacophonous noise. More jolting motion, more pain, silence, heavy breaths and heavier footsteps. Rattling and a roar.And through all of it, one searing brightness in the dark, pressing into me, like a hot poker cauterizing a wound. I wanted to scream as it burrowed into me, wrapped around me, jolted me into awareness every time I tried to slip away.And then the brightness dimmed, pulled away, and the pain rushed in to fill the space it’d occupied, and I still wanted to scream, but I couldn’t find my mouth.That lasted a long time.Warmth, at last, and I hadn’t realized I’d been bathed in icy chill until it