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Chapter 110 – The Things You’ve Earned
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A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 115 – Hard Praise
Alexei “Dead,” I say.The word drops into the dust of the training yard like a stone, heavy enough to crush toes.“You’re dead, Joran. You’re dead, Silas. And you-” I point a wooden training blade at a young wolf named Kael, who is currently clutching his ribs and wheezing in the dirt. “You died three minutes ago. You’re just too stupid to stay down.”The yard is silent, save for the heavy, ragged breathing of warriors who look like they’ve been chewed up by a thresher. They’re sweating, bleeding from minor scrapes, and looking at me with a mix of terror and exhaustion.If they’re scared of me, they might listen and survive what’s waiting on the western ridge.“Get up,” I snap.They scramble. It’s sloppy. Their muscles are shaking with exhaustion.“Again,” I order.A groan ripples through the line. It’s small, involuntary, but I hear it.“You have a complaint?” I ask, voice deceptively light. I spin the wooden sword in my hand. “Please. Share it. I’d love to hear how your fatigue i
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 114 – Letters to Old Wolves
VorlagThe Keep smells different lately.It used to carry the sharp, metallic tang of necessary fear. Under Alaric, the air had weight. You walked the corridors knowing your place, knowing the consequences of a misplaced step or a loud voice. It was a clean smell. Orderly.Now, it smells of hope.It reeks of it.I stand on the balcony overlooking the lower courtyard, my hands resting on the cold stone balustrade.Below, the scene is disgusting in its cheerfulness. The gates are flung open, allowing a stream of petitioners to filter in. There are children running near the stables. A guard is laughing with a baker.It’s loose. It’s sloppy. It’s rot disguised as bloom.Kieran calls this strength. He calls it "unity." He thinks that because they cheered him when he stood in the Great Hall and practically dared the council to challenge his inappropriate choice of bedding partner, that he has won.He thinks the silence of the elders is submission.He is very young and very naive. “My Lord.
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 113 – Teeth in the Council
KieranThe keep feels different after you show your throat in public.Not in the way the elders pretend. Not in the way the servants whisper. The stones don’t care what I declared yesterday. The banners don’t tremble with approval.But the air does.I’m running on a strange kind of calm. A high so sharp it doesn’t feel like comfort. It feels like control. Stolen from the moment I stood in the hall and let my hand settle on the back of Alexei’s neck as if it belonged there.As if he belonged there.My wolf still purrs about it. My mind still tries to pretend it was political.I walk into the council chamber as if nothing has changed.The table is already full. Faces arranged into polite concern. Eyes too bright with interest. Elder Corvin sits with his hands folded, serene as a priest at a funeral. Elder Rask looks like he’s been chewing nails since dawn.They rise as I take my place at the head of the table.My spine is straight. My voice is steady. I’m good at this part.I’m good at
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 112 – Blood on the Road
AlexeiThe hall is still in my bones.Not Vorlag’s thin, hungry smile, or the pack’s reaction. Kieran.Kieran with his hand on my neck like it belongs there. Kieran saying it out loud, in front of everyone, like he’s done pretending I’m a bad habit instead of a choice.My wolf has been strutting around ever since, tail high, smug as sin.I’m trying to act normal.Normal, for me, looks like sitting on the edge of Kieran’s bed, while he sleeps behind me like he isn’t the most dangerous thing in this keep.A hot, impulsive part of me wants to crawl back in, drag him against my chest, and make him wake up with my bite on his throat and my name on his tongue.A colder part of me, the part that learned how to survive Redmaw, counts the seconds between heartbeats and listens for the sound of boots in the corridor.Kieran stirs when I get up, brow pulling tight for a heartbeat, like his body misses me before his mind even wakes.I pause, watching him.“I’ll be back,” I whisper, because appare
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 111 – Be Honest
Kieran“I want you,” I say finally, because that’s the shape my mouth can make.He smiles, small and devastating.“You already have me,” he says. “Try again. And be specific.”I scowl. “Why do you always turn this into homework?”“Because you’re terrible at taking what you’ve earned,” he says. “Hands behind your back.”The order hits like a spark.I obey before I can think about it, lacing my fingers at the base of my spine. It makes me more exposed than anything. Kneeling, arms pulled away from the instinct to hide, my entire chest open to him.His gaze drags down me, heat and approval in equal measure.“Better,” he murmurs. “Now. Tell me.”My tongue sticks.“Take your shirt off,” I say finally.He does, in one smooth motion, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.His body is a history of hurt and survival, and he’s sitting here half-naked in my room, letting me look at him like I have the right.“What next?” he prompts.“Don’t touch me unless I say,” I blurt, desperate for s
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 110 – The Things You’ve Earned
KieranI have worn grooves into the rug by the time the door opens.Back and forth between the fire and the edge of the bed, collar crooked, cuffs undone. My boots are off, and my rings are biting into my fingers because I keep clenching them.The room still smells faintly of smoke from the hall, of wool and parchment and the soap we used this morning. Underneath it all, like a bass note, is Alexei.My wolf keeps straining toward that.My spine feels like it’s humming.I can still see their faces. The elders’ tight mouths, the younger warriors’ barely hidden grins. Tarek, looking at me like I’d announced the gods themselves were moving in. Regina, pale and confused. Vorlag, smiling in that thin way that means he’d like to flay me publicly and call it tradition.He is not a passing indulgence. He is my chosen shield. My partner.Who gave my mouth permission to say that?“Keep pacing like that and you’ll wear through to the next floor,” Alexei says from the doorway.I freeze mid-stride.
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