All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

I strip in my bedroom and streak down the hallway to run the bath. Annie did my nails earlier today, so I have classic red fingers and toes. I was thinking about putting my hair in an updo tomorrow, but if there’s even one percent humidity, it’ll look like a Truffula tree from Dr. Suess. Besides, Lenox says he can’t wait to play with my curls. They’re pretty much irresistible to everyone.Even Darragh wound one around his finger that night when—I squash the memory. Stomp it flat. Kick it into a corner. Slam and bolt the door behind it. Still, my stomach cramps. I sink back in the hot water until the steam heats my chin and focus on my breath.Why did he have to show up today of all days? Just when I’m taking this big step?The past is over. I’m not going back to thinking there’s something wrong with me, and perversely daydreaming about him showing up and begging my forgiveness. And I’m not going back to being angry all the time.Life is good now, and tomorrow I’m going on the first d

6DARRAGH“Holy. Fucking. Fate. Is he ripping its spine out?” The young male that Killian brought with him whispers under his breath, but there’s nothing wrong with my ears.I am ripping its spine out.Actually, I’m cracking it apart, vertebrae by vertebrae, and pitching the bones as far as I can in opposite directions. That’s how you kill this thing.If it can be killed.I thought I’d finished it off when I’d decapitated it and threw its carcass back into the bog it had invaded up by Salt Mountain territory. In retrospect, maybe I cut its ass off, not its head. It’s a worm the size of a truck. How do I know which end is its ass? I’m not checking the holes for teeth.It should be Salt Mountain’s problem, but they don’t do shit until an issue is sitting on their doorstep, if then. I draw my arm back and cannon a vertebra into an oak. The kid with Killian almost jumps out of his skin when the bark explodes.And what am I going to do with this shit? I toe the slimy, mottled green carcas

And that’s not even accounting for the time I lose over bog worms, and tracking ferals who wander too close, and chasing down rumors about whatever’s picking us off.I don’t have time for Killian Kelly’s bullshit, too. I go back to the worm carcass, careful to breathe through my nose. How much lighter fluid will it take to make it go up all at once? It’s not going to be a good smell. Better to have it burn hot and quick.A footstep sounds behind me, and Killian clears his throat and waits. That’s as close as he’ll ever come to an apology.“Fuck off,” I tell him.He comes to stand even with me. “What if I take care of this for you?” He nudges the carcass with his foot.“I’m looking forward to doing it myself.”Killian slides me a glance. You can see the wheels turning. “You know Dermot’s a good hand at fishing. What if I send him up the mountain? Have him bring you down some fat salmon.” The corners of his mouth rise. He knows he’s got me.It’d bother me more if I didn’t know he’s as b

Killian asks the question since I can’t speak above the snarling in my throat. “Who is she meeting?”“S-some guy from Salt Mountain. They’re just getting coffee. Her girls are going with her.”I stand in place, fighting for breath, to beat back the blind aggression seizing my brain. I’ve told myself what I’ll do when this happens. Nothing. I’ll do nothing.I’m going to puke.“What guy from Salt Mountain?” Killian presses.“I don’t remember—” Lucan’s eyes dart from me to Killian to the trail back to camp. His wolf is telling him to run. “Shit. Lenox! That’s his name. Lenox.” Lucan exhales a sigh in relief.I’ve told myself that if she finds a male, I’ll let her be. I won’t stop someone else from giving her what I can’t. I’ll deal with it. Deal with this feeling the same as I would deal with getting my leg ripped off.“We need to go to town now,” Killian meets my eyes.I clench my fists, desperately summoning the strength to make myself tell him to leave her be, let her be happy.“It’s

His grip slides to my wrists, clamping down until the bones grind, and he spins me so my arms are crossed over my chest, and I’m caught, and I can’t breathe. The cobblestones rattle. Tires squeal. A white van screeches to a halt in front of us. The sliding door flies open.I kick and lose my footing. I’m dangling forward like a ragdoll, trapped by my own crossed arms. My wolf springs awake, but she’s disoriented, slow in stumbling to her feet. I scream as I’m thrown with full force into the van, my shoulder slamming into the metal interior wall, inertia sending my body airborne as the van speeds forward. My head slams into the rear doors, and everything goes black.When I wake up, I’m being hoisted out of the dark van into the bright daylight, rough hands seizing my arms and legs. A piercing pain spears my temples.I squeeze my eyes shut and go limp. My wolf is awake, too, but she’s cowering in a corner, fur damp with fear sweat. My heart bangs so loud it’s almost impossible to think