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Chapter 183 – The Reveal
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A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 197 – Unraveling the Alpha
AlexeiThe heavy iron bolt of the door slides home with a sound that feels like a guillotine dropping on the rest of the world.The noise of the feast, the drums, the shouting, the endless toasts to our health, is instantly severed. The silence in our bedroom is sudden and profound, thick with the scent of beeswax candles and the lavender Kieran’s taken to burning, pretending it calms him.He isn’t calm.He’s standing in the middle of the room, still wearing his ceremonial robe, ass bare beneath it. I can see my bite in his neck and the urge to grab him is very strong, but he’s trembling. His hands are moving restlessly, stacking the scrolls he just took off the desk on a side table, straightening a quill that was already straight, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle in the rug with his toe."The River Pack delegation was offended by the seating," he says to the wall. "Did you see Elder Thorne’s face when the pork was served? I think the music may have been too loud. Oryn looked pained."
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 196 – After Party
EliThere is a special circle of hell reserved for people who invent obsidian butt plugs, and currently, I am the mayor of that circle.Six hours.It has been six hours since Ronan, the love of my life and the bane of my existence, slid that heavy, cold piece of stone inside me and told me to behave.Six hours of standing. Six hours of sitting on hard wooden benches. Six hours of watching Kieran and Alexei make heart-eyes at each other while I try not to whimper every time I shift my weight.I am vibrating. I am leaking. I am fairly certain that if anyone looks at me too closely, they will see the steam coming out of my ears."The wine is excellent," Ronan says, his voice a low, pleasant rumble beside me. He takes a sip from his goblet, looking the picture of relaxed, Alpha elegance. "Don't you think, Eli?"I grip my own goblet so hard the metal groans."It’s fine," I snap. "If you like drinking fermented grapes that taste like a foot."Ronan turns to me. He has that smile on his face
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 195 – The Ceremony
KieranMy hands are shaking.I stare at them. They’re pale against the heavy, blue velvet of the ceremonial robe. I clasp them together, willing the tremors to stop, but my pulse is hammering in my wrists like a trapped bird.Having all my bits dangling freely under the robe, and knowing the entire pack will be getting to see them up close and personal soon, is not helping."You look like you’re going to a funeral," Eli says. “This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Breathe.”He’s adjusting the collar of my robe. His touch is surprisingly gentle, despite the sharp edge of his tone. He’s wearing a silk tunic the color of wine, paired with tight black leather trousers, and for once, he isn't vibrating with chaotic energy. He looks solemn."It feels a little like a funeral," I whisper. "My dignity is dying today.""Don't be dramatic," Eli chides, smoothing a wrinkle on my shoulder. "It’s a mating ceremony. It’s ancient. It’s sacred.""It’s voyeuristic," I hiss. "We are goin
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 194 – Loving a Brat
RonanLoving Eli is like trying to hold a storm in a glass jar. It is beautiful, chaotic, and if you take your hand off the lid for even a second, the glass will shatter and the roof will blow off.I’m currently polishing the silver clasps of my ceremonial cloak. We’re in the guest chambers of the Silvercrest Keep. In the west wing this time, so my little storm is satisfied with that much at least.The stone is thick, the air cool, but Eli is doing his best to heat the room with sheer, bona fide nonsense."I'm just saying," Eli says, pacing the rug in front of the hearth. He’s wearing a black silk robe that’s falling off one shoulder, revealing the pale skin he knows I like to mark. "Alexei is enthusiastic. He has the spirit. But does he have the technique? Does he understand the nuance of the knot? The psychology of the bind? The importance of aftercare after a good spanking?"I don’t look up from the silver. "Alexei killed a warlord with his own hammer Eli. I don’t think he needs a
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 193 – Unsolicited Advice
KieranI’m trying to organize the seating chart for the feast. It’s a logistical nightmare that requires the strategic mind of a general and the patience of a saint. I have the former. I am rapidly losing the latter."You can't put Elder Merryweather next to the drum circle," Eli says. He’s currently lying upside down on my chaise lounge, his legs kicking idly in the air, blood presumably rushing to his head and fueling his insanity. "She has a delicate constitution. The bass will liquefy her brain.""Elder Merryweather is deaf in one ear," I reply, moving a small wooden token representing the Elder to the far end of the table. "I’m placing her near the cheese board. It’s the only thing she loves more than complaining.""Fair," Eli concedes. He rolls over, tumbling off the chaise with a grace that is entirely annoying, and lands on his feet. He wanders over to my desk, picking up a quill and tickling his own chin with the feather. "So. The seating is boring. Let's talk about the imp
A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 192 – The Visitors
EliThe invitation is heavy.It’s thick, cream-colored cardstock that feels expensive between my fingers. It smells like cedar and ink and a little bit of Kieran’s nervous sweat, though that might be my imagination. The calligraphy is elegant and precise. Kieran probably did it himself.The Silvercrest Pack invites you to witness the Mating Union of Alpha Kieran and Alexei of Silvercrest.I read it once. I read it twice.Then I shriek.It isn't a dignified sound. It is a high-pitched, tea-kettle noise that startles the birds out of the trees near our porch.“Finally!” I yell, waving the card in the air like a flag of victory. “Finally! The idiot did it! The absolute pinecone finally popped the question!”Ronan is sitting on the steps, whittling a piece of wood. He doesn't look up, but the corner of his mouth twitches. “I take it the courier arrived. We already knew this was coming.”“The courier arrived, delivered the goods, and made my year,” I say, hopping down the steps to shove th
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