All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Stop.” He pins me to the wall, grabs my chin. Over his shoulder, I see flames lick into the black sky. There are shouts. More screams. Mari.“We have to go.”“Listen.” His voice is so deep with alpha command, it rumbles. “You have to stay here.”“No.”“Listen!” He tightens his grip. “If you go, I’ll be worried about keeping you safe. I won’t be able to do what I have to do. Protect the pack. You have to stay here. Please, Una.” He kisses my forehead, over and over. “Please.”An alarm sounds from the commons. Declan Kelly’s voice rings out from the grave. Emergency. All females and pups report to the lodge. All males to stations.“Una, please.” Killian’s eyes are wild. There’s a pop, then a bang, and then the roof crashes down in flames.“Go!”He shifts as he sprints, bounding down the steps and up the path, disappearing in the dark and the smoke. There are shouts and howls, but no more screams. I pace the porch, straining to see more. Ivo and Gael rush past with bunker gear. I force

And I know what he felt when he sank inside me. The overwhelming awe.He felt at peace. All the noise faded, and there was nothing but my breath, my soft cries. His soaring heart.I am his reward.And in a burst, I know why he’s done all the things he’s ever done. Every win in the ring. Every beatdown outside of it. Every hour of training in the brutal heat or cold. Every time he roused the males from their beds for a midnight run through the mud and rain and snow. Every rule. Every piece of justice dispensed with his fist or claw.It was for me. To make me safe.I see the echo of a memory—a faint glimmer that ignites an answering memory buried deep inside me.Killian and I are children, huddled together in a bed, bandaged, dried blood still caked in our nail beds and hair. Abertha and Killian whisper, but I can’t follow the gist. I’m in too much pain. I have to trust him. When he raises a cup to my lips, I have to believe he is doing the right thing. And I do. Because he is my mate.

If I don’t stop this, no one else will. And it’s a real bitch that I’m the one who has to save their sorry, backwards asses.While I’m stuck on words, Killian goes on. “I’m sorry. I said it before, but I—I need you to know, I mean it.”“Weak,” Eamon spits.Behind me, Lochlan tenses, readying for an attack.Killian totally ignores him.“But please don’t ever put yourself in danger, Una. I can’t bear it.” He pounds his bare chest with his fist, pacing still. “You can feel it, Una. I know you can. Don’t do this to me ever again, shy girl. I can’t handle it.”He’s so worked up that fur sprouts along his happy trail. Crap. I need him to stop and think.“I had to do something. You were going to kill everyone.”“I still am.” A whiff of terror rises from the males behind him.“I don’t think you should.”Lochlan readjusts his grip on his knife. I freeze, willing Killian not to attack. I send every calming thought I have down the bond. He roars, but he stays where he is.“You’re done, Killian,”

I scent Gael and Tye on the wind, hanging back, but following. Guarding us. And for some reason, I catch a whiff of Kennedy, too.I don’t have the chance to puzzle that out before Killian pulls me through the entrance to the cave we call “the overlook.” It opens facing the old quarry. There’s a view of the emerald green rainwater collected at the bottom, and in the distance, the wooded hills that lead to the border of our territory to the south. It seems high above the world, and when there is a moon illusion, it feels like you can reach up and touch it.The ceiling is low, but Killian can still stand without stooping. The caverns go back a long way, but you can’t tell from the first room. It’s like any other cave with a narrow split in the rocks at the back.I haven’t been inside in years. There aren’t cozy nests on frames strung with ropes or fires with kettles hanging above on tripods anymore. The space has been swept clean. There are waterproof plastic tubs along the walls. I gues

“Do you want the pool?” He stands, lifting me, and strides over to the pool to lower me in. The water is cold, and I sink down until it licks my chin, but it’s not enough.He steps in after me, and I turn, climb him, gnaw at the beautiful mark I’ve made. He rinses my hair with palms full of cool water.“Killian.” I rise up, try to sink down on his hard cock, but he twists to the side.“You need to build your nest. And you’ll need food and water. I have to go back up and get some. It’ll only be a minute. Okay?”He’s frowning, and he’s talking nonsense. Except the nest. Yes. We do need that.I push out of his arms. He lets me go, but he follows close behind. We’re dripping on the rock, and I slip, but his hands are already on my waist, steadying me. The pile of blankets is not very big.“Don’t move. I’ll be quick.” He’s at the crack leading out of the cavern. My wolf snaps at him to stay.“But you’ll need food.”My wolf growls. I swear it sounds like she says if he leaves, she’ll chew h