All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My wolf instinctively shrinks, but she doesn’t show her neck. That’s weird. I’d prepared myself for that. We did get owned. By all rights, my wolf should be sniffing Haisley’s butt, but she’s managed to hold onto a few scraps of pride. Good girl.As for Haisley, I ignore her. I expect her to give me shit. That’s part and parcel of losing a challenge. You get to eat dirt until there’s a new loser.As I start passing out dishes, she lifts her chin and gives me her back. That’s cool. Better than I expected, actually. I figured she’d run her mouth—take a few pot shots at my leg or how small my wolf is—but I guess I’m supposed to feel bad because I’m not even worth hassling.Sweet.I set the vegetables in front of Finn, and then I limp down to the other end of the table to unload the meat as far from him as possible. Haisley saunters past me, pats my shoulder, and struts over to the dais.She pauses, smirking at me, making damn sure she has my attention, and then she licks her glossy lips.

Killian is mauling the smaller male. Gael’s wolf is limp, head bent to show his neck, his flanks rising and falling rapidly as blood pools around him. The fight was over before it began, but Killian’s wolf is unsatisfied. He growls ferociously, shaking the rafters, and then he paces, taking lazy swipes at Gael’s prone carcass.“Do something,” Ashlynn hisses at me. Like what? Like a rodeo clown or those guys who distract the bull from a matador?Killian’s wolf plants a paw on Gael’s bloody haunch and howls. It’s a warning. Everyone bends the neck.He bares his fangs, and I can see clear as day what he’s going to do next. He’s going to rip out Gael’s throat.Gael helped me.Out. My wolf paws at her walls.This is wrong. This is bad.“I can’t watch.” Ashlynn buries her face in my shoulder.Let me out.I don’t know what else to do, so I let my wolf come, bracing myself. She’s so small. There’s nothing she can do against a giant.My bones crack, my muscles tear, and there’s the strange pul

He’s in the Pacific northwest now. He has kids and a job with computers. We’re friends on social media.And there was a visiting male from North Border who stayed with us for training. I thought I’d miss him, but I didn’t. Turns out, it was the sneaking off to the woods that was exciting, not him.So, anyway, I know about cocks. But not cocks this size. Alpha cocks.I gulp. My cheeks burn.Thankfully, he shifts back a hair so I can’t feel it anymore.“You’re wrong,” he finally says, low and intent. “You’re a threat.”I shake my head.“You’ve got an alpha wolf enthralled. How the fuck did you do it?” His Adam’s apple bobs as he speaks. He’s so chiseled, even his neck exudes strength, the cords, the vein running the length. My mouth waters. I want to sink my teeth into it.I’m losing my mind.I know this is an important conversation, but my attention keeps slip-sliding away. His body is fascinating. The deep ridge where his shoulders meet his pecs. The trail of darker, crinklier hair th

Lochlan throws a haymaker. Killian snaps a kick, slamming his bare foot into Lochlan’s other knee. It crunches. Lochlan topples to his side, and this time, he stays down, teeth grit, neck bared.“Get up,” Killian snarls.Lochlan bares his neck further.“Get up!” It’s a command. Lochlan has no choice.He slowly rolls to the knee that isn’t bent at an unnatural angle, his neck still exposed, face blanched and sweat dripping onto his white shirt. Unlike Killian, there’s no blood splatter on his chest. It’s his jeans that are soaked red.Lochlan stands there, broken but unrepentant, waiting. Cheryl, his aunt and the alpha female, sidles up behind Killian. She reaches out to touch his arm. He snarls over his shoulder, the message so powerful and clear that even I trip back a step.“We do not harm females,” Killian says, voice meant to carry through the lodge.“Yes, Alpha,” Lochlan mutters resentfully.“Or the young.”“Yes, Alpha.”“Or the defective.”I can hear the pack’s heads turning to

“We’re not letting him in,” I reassure her.If he shifted to his human skin, he could barge right in. He’s alpha; we couldn’t stop him. And honestly, he could easily break our door down in wolf form. Or come through the window.But he doesn’t. He trots back and forth, growling, casting aggrieved looks at the cabin every now and then.Mari joins us, sliding under the covers. When Killian first moved us to the cabin, she was only eleven, and she’d come looking for midnight snuggles a lot. She hasn’t done that in a long time.“How much trouble are we in if he finds the consoles?” Mari asks.“And the phones.” Annie keeps a wary eye on Killian’s wolf.“And Kennedy’s weights.” Mari pulls the sheet to her chin. “And the liquor.”“And the mushrooms.” Annie’s actually trembling.How is she going to drive to Chapel Bell by herself and do the deal with ShroomForager3000? He’ll take one look at her and rip her off.“He’s not coming in. He’s just, I don’t know, hanging out?” Killian’s by the stair