All Chapters of My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER SIXTY ONE**Rene's eyes blink open, taking in the dark room around him in confusion. A fire burns quietly in a corner, and Rene can hear the voices of males conversing from a distance.Then he remembers. Javier. . . Lyrien. . . He is lying on a mattress, a breathless sound escapes from his throat as he attempts to lift his hands. They are tied to the bedpost. Rene stares at the thick ropes tightly secured around his wrists and sheer terror claws its way around his mind, squeezing tight. “Rene.”Rene stiffens, his eyes shooting to the corner of the room. The shadowed form of Lyrien makes his heart race. . . No, it's a deep crush that collapses his lungs, and Rene wheezes, starved of air. He starts to jerk violently against the ropes, but it's no use.Lyrien inches closer, and Rene whimpers as he watches Lyrien slowly take off the animal fur wrapping his shoulders. His heart flutters wildly in his chest cavity as if a bed is trapped inside. Rene admits that it isn't ju

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE Rene regrets coming awake, it's already morning, and the first thing his hazel eyes land on is the broad, muscular back of his mate, who is standing a few paces away from the fire, which has died out sometime during the night. His backside is still tender from last night, and his hands are no longer tied up, but the skin around his wrist is already broken, leaving ugly stomach-churning bruises. Rene grasps the fur to cover himself and attempts to sit up, but the blinding burst of pain sends him back, crashing against the bed, breathlessly. His ankles have already turned several shades of blue and purple, it looks bad. Rene wipes another fresh surge of tears with the back of his hand just as Lyrien turns, his eyes coming to focus on Rene. They both stare at each other silently. Lyrien takes in his mate's bruised form. Rene looks away first, missing the intense flash of displeasure in Lyrien's features. A warrior enters inside, distracting Lyrien for some sec

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE **"You are mine!" His possessiveness makes Soral's face flush with heat. The intensity of the Alpha's gaze threatens to devour him, and Soral feels the urge to hide from this fierce presence. Every about this dominant Alpha is similar to those Barbarians. The musky smell of wood and earth is heavy in the air, ticking Soral's nostrils uncomfortably. How long has this barbarian-looking male lived in these mountains? Has he been lonesome for too long that he cannot resist but capture the first omega that wanders through his path?No doubt, many females would want a dominant Alpha like him. Maybe if he tells him about his choices__ He may change his mind.Beauty isn't always flattering, What happened with Rene is the surest example.He is not as lovely looking as Rene, so why is the same fate befalling him?"I don't wish to be yours, you might be tempted because you haven't seen a female in a long time."Soral dreads to think about being a male's mate, but it seem

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN * * Lyrien knows that some of his warriors do not agree with his choice of camping in the middle of nowhere, but when it comes to what's important, Lyrien cannot risk his mate's life by travelling in his critical state. He has already informed Haesir to lead most of their troop back to their settlement. Lyrien's hand reaches to touch the already-healed spot on his forehead where Rene had attacked him with the bowl, and he scoffs, his lips twitching slightly. His omega has been the one who escaped with the enemy and even tried to sever their bond. Yet, he still behaves with a brazen lack of guilt, acting with an air of innocence which Lyrien finds unconvincing. Those wide hazel orbs which have been pleading with him only a moment ago and willing to do anything to appease him are now shrouded with a stubborn hate-filled glint. . . "You burned down half of the world just to search for him. You finally got him, yet, you don't seem any better," Haesir remarks,

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE**Soral jerks awake from the dreadful dream.He exhales raggedly, the nightmare felt so real, where the Dahome barbaric leader had gotten to Rene and wrecked havoc on the small village. Thankfully, it has only been a dream. The morning starts slowly, and Soral grudgingly watches the Alpha move about. Some minutes later, Soral is served the meal, which consists of dried fruits, smoked meat and some vegetables. He meets Vidarr's watchful gaze and instantly looks away, shuddering inwardly. Soral has no appetite, but he also has no wish to upset his captor, he does not want a repeat of what happened. His face flushes deeply with memory, it had been nearly impossible to fall asleep. Those long torturous hours during which was forced to be so close to the barbarian, and the way those muscular arms of his had drapes possessively around his waist all night long.Soral nibbles the food slowly, fully conscious of the opposite eyes searing into him. Just as the night b