Semua Bab The Tyrant alpha: Bab 71 - Bab 80

I haven’t spoken to her—or thought about her—since my wolf dumped her from our lap when he leapt to attack Gael. She’s not looking at me. She’s got Una in her sights.My wolf snarls, and it’s all I can do to keep him down, but this needs to play out.I search for Cheryl, and she’s hanging back by the elder table, nose in the air. So Haisley has the alpha female’s blessing for whatever’s about to go down. Noted.Beside me, Una stiffens. I ball my fist so I don’t reach for her, but I focus on the bond, send her every reassurance I can. She is the strongest wolf here. I’ve got her back. No matter what.She waits while Haisley struts forward to stand in the middle of the open floor. Haisley’s dressed for her moment, high-heeled black boots, tight red top, and tighter jeans. She comes to a halt, smiles, and sucks her front teeth like she’s checking for lipstick.There’s simmering rage coming through the bond. The wolf is loud in the mix.Tell her to sit her ass down, I send through the lin

“Yeah?” Wolves aren’t that big on dairy.“Mari and Annie love it.”“It’s from cows right?” If it comes from a cow, it could be good.“Yeah.”“All right. Let’s go for ice cream in a big, safe group.” I help her to her feet and address the lodge. “Who else is coming to town for ice cream?”The place erupts. Pups start begging. Half of the elders shake their heads, aghast, while the other half help each other up and grab their shawls and hats.“Bring your girls,” I tell Una. I’m not leaving them alone with a frustrated Eamon and company. Lochlan’s sulking at the B-roster table, about to blow. He’s got a ‘roided up look about him.Una smiles and waves her girls over. My wolf begins to relax. The pack is acting like itself again, each member worried about himself. Challenge averted. For now.I have no doubt that this shit will come to a head soon, but not tonight. I wave Ivo over and tell him to tap Gael and a few other trusted wolves to stay back and keep an eye on Eamon’s faction. Then,

I’ll be gentle. I’ll make it good for her.My cock strains, the urge to chase rising, even in this human contraption.I force the rut down, call on my wolf to restrain the lust in my blood. My mate will want her nest, not the dens. I can hold out a little longer, take her to the cabin, not some cave in the woods.I obey the speed limit. I won’t jostle her leg more than I have to in my haste. I won’t hurt her ever again.I park right in front of my cabin, and I scoop her from her seat. She’s hot to the touch, eyelids at half -mast. She wasn’t feeling the heat back in town, but she is now. Her eyes are hazy, and she’s fiddling with the buttons on her top before I get her to the front door.Her need beckons to me.“I can’t stop,” I tell her.“I don’t want you to,” she says, breathless.I carry her across the threshold like a human bride, and she wriggles in my arms, trying to get closer, to press her swollen breasts to my chest. I kick open the bedroom door and place her reverently in he

Of course she’s going to want to leave. She didn’t want to be here in the first place.Is she hurt? She ripped herself off the knot. I didn’t see a tear or smell blood, but what if the damage is internal? I seek out the bond, feel for pain, but it’s all a kind of—shrieking.I have never fucked up anything this badly before.I roll the wheelbarrow to Darragh—who’s wisely staying just outside my property line—and he dumps his contribution with a loud thud. Then he carefully places a thick, double-wrapped package on top. It’s labeled “Mari” in thick black grease pencil.“You’ll make sure she gets it?” he asks.His white T-shirt is covered in blood. He peels it off and drops it in the path. His sweatpants follow. He’s become so uncivilized, I’m surprised he can still write.“You know she throws it in with the rest,” I tell him with maybe more sympathy than I have in the past. It’s not the first time I’ve told him Mari wants nothing to do with his gifts.Darragh and I go back a long way; I

My father’s mate. The bruise on her cheek has faded yellow, but there’s no doubt in my mind, she has fresh ones somewhere else, somewhere she can cover with her long skirts and sleeves.“I’ll never hurt Una. I’ll never let anyone hurt her.”“You couldn’t stop it today.” Her voice is gentle, and her words cut to the bone.I push Una’s hair out of her face. It’s sticking to her clammy cheeks. “What do I do?”“You put things right.”“How?”“Everything has happened out of order. We need to pause time. Give you space to do what needs to be done.”She’s speaking mystic nonsense now. I need to know who to kill, and in what order.She presses the cooling tea into my free hand. “You can’t protect her like this. You need to grow into your strength. You’ll need all your focus to root out the evil in this pack.”“Tell me what to do.” I’m so tired. So terrified. My wolf prowls inside me on shaking limbs. He’s weak, too.“Drink,” she says, glancing down at the dark brew in the cup. I sniff. It has