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Chapter Nine: The Stinky Cottage
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2026-03-13 12:30:21
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Hiding The Alpha's Son Chapter Fifty: Mine
JarethI found Kevin in the barn with Malachi, the two of them engaged in what appeared to be a serious strategic discussion about the best placement of a chicken roost they were building out of some slender pine boughs. Kevin was holding the hammer and giving directions while Malachi listened with the gravity they apparently deserved.“Keep Kevin with you tonight,” I told Malachi.He looked at me. One look, brief, amused, and entirely too perceptive. “Sure,” he said, and went back to the chicken roost discussion without another word.I walked back to the cottage.The kitchen was clean, the dinner things washed and put away, the beans that Sarah and Malachi had shelled were now simmering on the back of the stove. It was remarkable how she had somehow turned the ramshackle cottage into a proper home.No light showed under Sarah’s door.I stood outside the closed door for a moment.Fifteen years of discipline. The mission first, always the mission. No time to worry about finding a mate
Hiding The Alpha's Son Chapter Forty-Nine: Unbelievable
SarahMalachi had been helping me shell beans for the better part of an hour. He sat with his elbows propped on the table, splitting the pods with his thumb nails like he was the most domestic man in the world.But deep down I knew there wasn’t a domesticated bone in his body.I hadn’t asked for his help.. I had come in from the garden with a full basket and he had simply sat down across from me and started helping, without asking, without ceremony.The nice thing about Malachi - he was easy company. No undercurrents, no careful weight to every word. He just talked. He had opinions about everything and a dry humor that made it hard not to smile and he asked questions like he actually wanted the answers.“Those chickens,” he said. “I heard Jareth brought them home for supper.”“That’s true,” I said.“And yet here they are, still roosting on my cot.”“They lay eggs,” I pointed out. “And they have personalities.”He looked at me. “I’m aware,” he said, with feeling. “The fat one likes to
Hiding The Alpha's Son Chapter Forty-Eight: A Different Story
JarethThe drop point was a hollow in the base of a split oak half a mile north of the cottage, on the edge of Broken Arrow territory where the tree line thinned and the ground rose toward the mountains. I had used it twice before—once to send a report out, once to receive a supply package that Malachi had retrieved before Sarah was awake. This time I went myself.The package was there. Small, wrapped in oilcloth, wedged into the hollow with the particular neatness that was Brennan’s signature. I checked the seal before I opened it. The seal was intact.I tucked it inside my jacket and walked back.The cottage felt different when I came through the door. It took me a moment to identify why. Sarah was at the tavern, Kevin was with her, and Malachi was watching them both. The cottage was simply empty. I had lived alone my whole life and had never once noticed the quality of an empty room. I noticed it now. The kitchen still smelled of the breakfast she had made—eggs and fried potato and
Hiding The Alpha's Son Chapter Forty-Seven: The Letter
SarahJareth had been up before me, which wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was that he was already deep in quiet conversation with Malachi at the kitchen table when I came out, a map spread between them that they folded away with practiced casualness the moment I appeared.I made coffee for everyone without being asked, because it was something to do with my hands while I absorbed the fact that Malachi seemed to be a new fixture in our house.Kevin appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, hair disordered from sleep, and climbed into his chair with the focused purposefulness of a child who had learned that breakfast didn’t make itself. I scrambled eggs and fried the leftover potato from last night and cut bread and set it all on the table and the four of us ate together in the particular comfortable quiet that had become the shape of mornings in the cottage.After breakfast Jareth and Malachi took their coffee outside. I washed the dishes and swept the kitchen floor and went to che
Hiding The Alpha's Son Chapter Forty-Six: Under the Door
PoppyI found it on my way to bed.Most nights I was the last one up — had been for forty years, ever since Frank’s heart gave out and left me with a tavern to run and no particular reason to hurry to an empty bed. I did my rounds after closing. Checked the locks, banked the fire, wiped down the bar one last time because there was comfort in the ritual of it even when there was no practical need. Frank used to say I cleaned when I was thinking. He wasn’t wrong. He was right about most things, which had been equal parts wonderful and aggravating for thirty-seven years.The letter was on the floor just inside the back door. A plain envelope, no name on the outside, tucked against the threshold as though it had been slid carefully underneath rather than dropped. I almost missed it in the dim — my eyes weren’t what they were, another thing Frank wasn’t around to be right about — but I caught the pale rectangle of it against the dark floorboards and bent to pick it up.I stood for a moment
Hiding The Alpha's Son Chapter Forty-Five: Worth Burning the World For
Jasper I hadn’t shifted in eleven days. Not for lack of trying. Every morning I went to the tree line at the eastern edge of the pack house grounds, stripped off my shirt in the early heat, and stood in the shadow of the pines waiting for my wolf to come. Every morning he refused. Not with the clean resistance of a wolf choosing stillness — with the jagged, painful half-refusal of something broken, a mechanism that wanted to function and couldn’t find the way. On the third day I had managed a partial shift that left me on my knees in the dirt for twenty minutes afterward, my hands wrong, my spine screaming, my wolf retreating back behind whatever wall he’d built and refusing to come out again. On the seventh day I hadn’t tried. I’d just stood there in the trees and listened to him howl. Not out loud. The howling was internal, which was somehow worse — a sound that filled my skull and had nowhere to go, that Scarlet could apparently sense in the small hours, lying beside me, becau
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