Semua Bab The Tyrant alpha: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Killian’s tan work boots land on the mushrooms, crushing them into pulp, as he bounds to loom over the human, fangs bared, claws unsheathed.Screams pierce the air. There’s the scent of piss. ShroomForager3000 scrambles backwards like a crab.My mushrooms are brown goo. There are a handful intact, but they glitter with glass shards. Morels have so many ridges, even if I soak and rinse them, I can’t be sure to get them clean. They are all ruined.Three hundred dollars, down the drain.No unlimited data. No mushroom farm. Nothing.All that time, gathering and drying, scouring the online forums, wasted. Finding this creep. Listening to his creepy proposition. And I’ve got nothing.My eyes prickle, hot with tears.Killian looms over ShroomForager3000. “You dare touch what’s mine?”It’s a roar. He’s an enraged alpha. I should drop to my knees and simper, neck bared, but I don’t. I don’t care that my wolf is baring her neck and practically mewling. My hands curl into tight fists. He destroy

He straddles us. My wolf arches her back and huddles her ribs to the ground. She pushes up on her good hind leg.Oh, no. This isn’t good. I grab for our skin, but she’s inhabiting it totally.Killian’s wolf runs his snout down our spine, and then he noses our backside.He’s sniffing us.I’m going to burst from embarrassment like a squashed tomato. Splat. Like the mushrooms. I am never telling anyone about this. Ever.He nips our back haunch. She wriggles her hips. Her want floods my mind. It’s joyful. Fated.I tug as hard as I can, but she’s on another plane. Blissed out and quivering with excitement. She gets real low, raising her hindquarters, whimpering. Killian’s wolf purrs his approval, and she eats it up.He covers us. Something hard brushes my good leg. I’m flailing, banging, screaming inside, and she’s oblivious. She wants it so bad; she has for so long. He’s hers, and she wants what belongs to her. It’s only right.There is hot breath on the crook of our neck. I whine.Sharp

“For everyone.”We get to the truck, and he darts around me to open the passenger door. I ignore his hand and lift myself up to the seat.He hops into the driver’s seat, wincing as his bare ass hits the sunbaked vinyl seats. “You can’t justify breaking the rules by saying everybody does it. That’s weak.”I reach for the seatbelt, and then I remember it got sliced. The whole interior is wrecked. There are rips in the upholstery, my window is cracked, and the glove box is open and won’t stay shut. I try a few times before I give up. Liam is gonna be pissed.“Giving me the silent treatment now?” Killian jerks the truck into gear. It starts again on his first try. It’s got to be luck.“What did you want me to say, Alpha? You know everything.”He huffs, exasperated. I stare at the spiderweb crack on the window. My eyes blur. For a little while there, I forgot, but now it hits me again. It’s all over. I’m not going to be able to casually go into town again. Not after Killian assaulted a hum

My lip quirks up. She knows I won’t hurt her. Maybe not consciously, but something inside her—maybe her wolf—recognizes that in our pack of two, she outranks the hell out of me.If she ever realizes the power that gives her, I’m fucked. But I can’t bring myself to mind.My mate could stalk off up the hill to her place, make this is a real fight, but she doesn’t. She pokes around the front porch a little and then manages to lower herself to the top stair, stretching the hoodie over her knees as far as it’ll go to cover herself. That’s right. That body is only for me.I’m gonna have to rethink the full moon runs. She can shift now, and I don’t think my wolf will be able to handle her naked around the other males for the swim afterwards. I’d be cool. I don’t have human hang ups. But my wolf, though. He definitely wouldn’t be okay with it.I watch Una from the front window while I make a few calls. A few packmates pass on the path. She ignores them. They eye her, curious, but not curious

I lower myself into a recliner. It creaks, but it’s comfortable. I resist popping the footrest. The way Kennedy’s glaring at me, I’m pretty sure I’ve made myself at home in her chair.In fact, all the females are giving me the stink eye.“There something you want to say to me?”Three sets of eyes go bigger and wider.“Now’s the time. Later might be too late.” I go ahead and pull the lever on the footrest. Now I’m fully reclined. There’s no way I can look less intimidating.Mari draws in a deep breath. Her eyes are shining. If she cries, I’m waiting out on the porch.“Don’t hurt Una,” she says.“I-it w-wasn’t h-her f-f-fault.” Annie fights to get the words out. Her long face is a pasty green. “S-she did it for u-us.”“What do you mean?” I ask Kennedy. She’s the least traumatized by my presence. She keeps her mouth shut, though, her expression mulish as hell.It’s little Mari who answers. “She did it so that we would have nice things. Something to look forward to, you know? And we helpe