Alle Kapitel von Alpha's Bad Romance: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Lyle felt warm hardness near her and she moaned into it feeling like heaven. She snuggled further into the warmth and a soothing woodsy, spicy smell surrounded her. Her body became languid and she went off to sleep all over again, this time it was better. All the strain from her muscles slowly seeped out in the warmth and she relaxed. When she blinked open her eyes next, she found her face pressed against hard rock muscles of a man on whose brawny shoulders her head was cradled—and a dim light from the outside of the tent scattered its faint beams inside. In the soft glow of light, she saw that handsome, chiseled, deceiving face, Shocked as hell, she pulled away from the man’s chest but he groaned and dragged her back to him.  Realization dawned upon her. What the fuck was she doing in his arms? Alarmed, she kicked him and somehow moved out of his embrace. Her hand went to her thigh where she remembe

Alpha Ryder couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t wink an eye not because the girl disturbed him. Over the last two days, he had become so used to making her sleep near his chest and wrapping his arms and legs around her that tonight when she was sleeping without a care in the world, he was edgy. He reasoned that it wasn’t him who wanted to go near her and blamed it all on his wolf, Gray, who craved to pull her next to him. Ryder closed his eyes to divert his attention. He recalled how he first met his lover, Elara, but merely three seconds later, his mind was full of Lyle.  The curves of her body, her parted lips—it made him, no, it made his wolf pine for her. But Alpha Ryder didn’t repeat the mistake of pulling her to him, for this time who knew that the girl would plunge the dagger in his heart. For the entire night, he continued to lie beside her or watch her sleep with his hand propped up on his elbow. He

Ryder ran and leapt right over the bonnet with force so huge that the metal sank in. He punched the front view glass with his right fist shattering it into a thousand pieces. He plucked the steering out. He jumped in to grab Drake’s throat and while doing so, his kick landed right on Joe’s face with impact so hard that his face was a bloody mess and the man fell to the back, unconscious.  In the mess that followed, Terry fired his rifle that grazed his shoulder forming a wound through which flesh ripped. But that didn’t stop him. Ryder caught Drake’s throat and pressed it hard with one hand while snatching Terry’s rifle with the other. Drake kicked him hard on his thighs. For a moment Ryder thought that his femur had fractured, and his grip loosened on Drake. Drake took the advantage and shoved him hard away from him. He scrambled out of the jeep. Disappointed as hell, Ryder broke his rifle in two an

Ryder’s face tightened as he watched Dominique furtively. He curled his fists as his pulse quickened. Dominique was shirtless and had laid a plaid on the rocky outcrop, which he had marked to sleep with Lyle. He removed his dagger with its sheath from his belt and placed it on the side. Then he picked up Lyle and set her on the plaid. But why the hell was he shirtless? Was he trying to show her his youth or how fit he was? Dominique brushed her hair to the side and looked at her with fondness that didn’t sit well with Ryder.  Ryder was about to stomp to him to punch him on the face when Nolan placed his hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing anything stupid. A low growl formed in his throat and he went to pick his backpack.  Arya entered the cave with her hands full of firewood and two rabbits hanging from her shoulders. Nolan rushed to her sid

Her youth lasted for two thousand years, but now her skin was wrinkly. Her face had been battered by age by all the magic she had used. It was crumpled and sagged. Her leathery skin had warts. When she looked at her young daughter, Nina, her face twitched as saliva drooled from her mouth. There was a glint in her otherwise limpid eyes. Elara wanted back the look of youth but whatever spell she tried, it just wasn’t working. The only option left was the Nyter flowers. “Sit down Nina,” she said in an ominous voice. She was performing a ritual.There was a skull of a boar who she had sacrificed for the ritual, right in her center of the pentagon she had sketched. For the past ten years she had been working on one or the other spell to get her youthful looks back, but nothing worked. The two witches sat down to complete the ritual.