All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

For a second, he’s speechless. I count the creases as they appear on his brow—one, two, three. I smile encouragingly. His mouth spears down.“No,” he says, suddenly gruff. “You can’t stay.” With no further ado, he strides toward me, and I skitter out of his way. He passes me without a glance, ducking through the opening, and gestures for me to follow him.My whole face bursts into flame, down my neck, across my chest. The red shows through my white top.I should not feel like the idiot here. He’s the one with bad manners. He’s the guy who lives in a hut with a sword and a whiskey bottle on the floor. Still, I do—like the biggest idiot who ever lived.I blink, and he’s already a yard down the faint trail that Kennedy and I took to get here.I stumble after him like a dumbass.His pace is just slow enough that he doesn’t leave me behind, but too fast for me to come even with him without breaking into a jog. He winds around trees, his direction unerring, stamping down or snapping aside t

“I won’t do it again.” It flies from my mouth in a burst of courage born of pure misery, and yet, I sound like a squeaking mouse.Killian raises both eyebrows. Darragh scowls into the distance over my head.“I won’t leave camp again. I swear. Just let me go home. I was just—” Shit. I’m talking too much. I shut my mouth, but Killian tilts his head.“Just what? Go on,” he says like a dare. I think he’s kind of enjoying this. I’m living through one of the worst moments of my life, and he’s amused.I hang my whole head. Please, can’t this be over? “Nothing, Alpha. I won’t do it again.”There’s a moment of silence. I assume Darragh and Killian are exchanging meaningful glances. Then Killian barks, “Ivo!”Footsteps sound on the porch.“Take Mari here back to the lone females’ cabin,” he orders.Darragh’s wolf starts a fresh racket while Ivo blithely trots down the steps. He stinks, too. I can’t help but scrunch my face. He smells like dirty dishwater left overnight.“Come on,” Ivo says to m

I feel like a train is rushing at me. I know that heat can come on over hours or days, weeks even. It depends on the individual. They do tell us that. Of course, Fate decided to stick me with not only the most unlikely mate, but what’s shaping up to be a fast heat. When did I first feel it? Yesterday morning?I want more time. I want to know why Darragh’s wolf is crazy and why he lives up in the foothills away from the pack. I want to know what he likes to read and if he’s a good male underneath the hard exterior or if he’s at least a decent one. I’m not ready.He’s going to put a pup inside me. I break out into a cold sweat. I can’t have a pup. When I have nightmares, I still crawl into bed with Una. Not often, but it happens.I twist over the back of the couch and draw back the curtain an inch. He’s leaning against the cinderblock building across the path, glaring daggers at our front door. He’s done something with himself. Washed and combed his hair. Gotten someone to even it up an

I don't know what she could do about it. She’s basically a miniature, not quite a runt, but a good percentage of her size is white fluff. Haisley’s wolf has my exact shade of fur, but she’s at least four times as big. Haisley’s mom might technically be the alpha female, but we all know who really keeps us in line—it’s Haisley’s mean, petty, ginormous she-beast.“Mari? You’re up, girl,” Kennedy slaps my back on her way past me.I blink. Crap. Noreen has already plated dinner, and it’s time to serve. I was so busy freaking myself out about Darragh and females and sweating my butt off that I did all my prep work on autopilot. I dry my palms on my skirt again and take a tray.“You okay, sweetheart?” Noreen asks as if she’s noticing for the first time that I’m a bright pink, sweaty, damp mess.“I’m good,” I tell her and muster up a smile. I actually am fine—preoccupied and soggy, but holding it together—until I go through the swinging door into the lodge hall and my face collides with the

I smile. He will be a good protector for our family. He’ll never hurt us. I know it in my bones.For a moment, an echo from the past casts a shadow over my happiness, but I don’t reach for it, so it passes as easily as a cloud blown by the wind.Darragh’s thing—his cock—is standing up straight, and even though I’ve seen plenty before—we’re shifters, we get naked—I’ve never looked. It’s thick and long and vaguely threatening, but in a way that makes me rock my hips into the mattress, chasing relief for the ache I started with my fingers.He strokes his length with his strong, rough hands, his eyes swirling so prettily. It’s weird that a male so rugged and imposing and standoffish can be pretty, but he is. To me.I want to do what he’s doing. I sneak my hand under my flushed body to slip through my sopping wet folds again, finding the nub that’s throbbing and flicking it like I do sometimes late at night when everyone’s asleep, or sometimes in the bathtub, quietly, so no one suspects. T