All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The grass is green and high, sprinkled with sweet violets and snowdrops. My wolf rumbles her grudging approval.It’ll have to do.I wander off to explore, sniffing for snakes. Miss Nola says they don’t have a scent, but they do. They smell slithery.Alec follows at my heel, and he knows enough to be quiet. I keep my ear on him through the bond as I check the angle of the sun and the slope of the ground. It’s not a den, not even close, but time is running out, and at least the grass is cool on my bare feet.I need blankets.I turn, and Alec’s squatting over the pack, unpacking quickly but neatly. Like he’s reading my mind, he brings me the quilt and a small stack of my clothes. It’s not nearly enough.“We need more,” I tell him. This stack is paltry. Insulting.“This is all we have,” he says gently, with great regret. He understands, and that’s not the same as blankets, but for a moment, it smooths the edges of my agitation.I take the stack and consider the open meadow, a fresh wave o

I wasn’t ready for this.I didn’t think this through.Alec’s wolf rumbles to calm me, vibrating my back, as Alec carefully extracts his fangs from my flesh and licks the wound with his rough tongue. He’s sunk down on his butt now, and I’m sprawled on his lap, trapped in place by his knot, boneless and paralyzed and trembling.I clutch his forearms because there’s no other way to steady myself.We’re mates for real now.I didn’t want this, not like this, but I didn’t have a choice either, and resentment and regret feel like abstractions floating just out of reach as my brain wakes up and takes in this new physical reality.I’m stuck on Alec’s cock. I wiggle to test the knot, and it’s lodged in there, and all moving does is make me feel like I have to pee. And my neck hurts. The sharp pain is ebbing, but it’s being replaced with a dull throb. I want to see what it looks like. I want to touch it, but I don’t know how bad my skin is torn, and I don’t want to poke an open wound.I’ve never

I wriggle onto my back and stare at the dark sky. I want to sleep more than anything, but my brain won’t stop. It dashes from thought to thought like when my wolf was first let loose in the woods.A baby.Salt Mountain.Alec.Maybe a baby girl.She could take after her pa, a lot of girls do, but maybe she’d take after her dam. Maybe she’ll be born with chipmunk cheeks and chubby thighs with rolls, and everyone will love to tickle her to make those fat legs kick, but they’ll be watching with eagle eyes.How much is she being fed? How often? What’s on her plate? Why is she like that? Shifters aren’t fat. Our kind lives in harmony with nature, and fat is unnatural, unhealthy, and wrong, and if a fat shifter exists, they shouldn’t.They have to be fixed. Helped. Pinched when they reach for a cookie at the baked goods table. Lectured to do better, eat less, run more, no matter what they’re actually doing, it doesn’t matter, they’re probably lying.They must be told over and over that they’

“Shit.” He squeezes his eyes shut, tilts his head back, and then, exhaling, looks at me again. “We can work this out. We’ll go back, get showers, eat something, and figure it out.”“No.”“Damn it, Flora,” he starts shouting again, dropping the attempt at being calm and reasonable like a hot potato. “We can’t just waltz into another pack’s territory. That’s not how it works. We’re gonna have no rank. No shelter. Our scrip’s worthless. I can fight, Flora, you know I can, but not a whole pack, not every day. You don’t know what we’re walking into.”He doesn’t get it. The burn in my eyes turns hot and wet. “B-but I know what it’s like back there.” I point up the mountain. “And I will never, not in a million years, make a pup live like that. I can fight, too. I can take whatever the whole pack dishes out, every fucking day, but I’ll die before I let them do that to my pup.” I drop my arm to curve around my belly, smashing my lips together to stop my chin from wobbling.I can read what he’s

My wolf rattles my chest as I stare down the male. He doesn’t back down, but in his eyes, I see his wolf struggle not to bend the neck. I don’t pull alpha often, but my wolf will bring the big guns to a knife fight every time. The surprise is wearing off, and I’m beginning to recognize the couple, too. They were at Moon Lake Academy with us, but they were a grade or two behind.“Flora from General Numeracy?” The one with the metal, Nia, shoves her way out from behind the male.“Hi,” Flora says shyly. Nia elbows past me and drags Flora forward. Her male growls, his already wolfish features sharpening. Dude’s face is almost all shaggy beard, and there’s fur tufting from his shirt sleeves like his pit hair’s gone Rip Van Winkle.My claws are out, but other than that, I’m in full control of myself. Unlike some.“What are you doing here?” Nia links arms with Flora and strolls off with her. It’s like she’s trying to put distance between herself and the furball she was just wandering in the