Semua Bab Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate: Bab 231 - Bab 240

“Willow! Come here!” Kane calls from the living room. Concerned, I run out of the bedroom where I’ve been trying to nap for an hour now and join my mate and son. Adare is standing in the middle of the room, his chubby little arms spread out as he tries to keep his balance. Kane is sitting flat on his ass, legs crossed, mouth open in a wide grin. “Come on big boy,” he coaxes. “Come to daddy.” I crouch next to Kane and softly clap my hands together. “Mama,” Adare squeals and takes his first step toward us. As soon as the baby figures out he’s not going to fall, he takes another step and another, bypassing Kane, heading straight into my arms. Excited, I pick him up and swing him through the air. “You did it!” I say and kiss his forehead. Grumbling Kane gets up. “Sure, forget about me. I just sat here for half an hour cheering you on,” he jokes, then starts laughing and kisses his son. “You are growing up way too fast.” “Mama,” Adare says again and gently pats my face. I kiss the pa

Kane's POVWe run all out until we reach the border separating Drummond’s territory from my property. Strictly speaking, since it’s in my kingdom, I don’t need permission to enter his territory, but Willow does. She’s going to feel uncomfortable all the way to Silver Star’s pack house, and I'm worried that it will affect her magical abilities.I lift my head and sniff the air, but apart from the border guards’ lingering scent, I don’t pick up on any humans, vampires, witches, or any other creatures.The place I chose for us to enter is quiet and unmanned. I chose it for a reason. Just on the other side, on Drummond’s territory, there’s a long strip of forest Silver Star wolves call the dead zone.The story goes that many centuries ago, before we had law and order, before we even had Kings and Alphas, werewolves would go to war with each other over every little thing – she-wolves, food, little snatches of territory, anything really if the tales are to be believed.So to put a stop to t

Sighing heavily, I peek through the dead trees at the gathering Templars. They are noisy, and they don't seem to care that they're not very well hidden. There are several witches with them, casting cloaking spells, but either it's not working, or the witches aren't very good at their job. "Maybe they're doing it on purpose," Suri suggests. "Maybe," I reply. They are so arrogant in their certainty that they'll win this fight that some of them are already celebrating. They will not. I'll make sure of it. In the distance, though I can’t hear them while I’m in the dead zone, I can see the lights going out in the pack house. Soon, when Innocent is sure they’re all asleep, they’ll attack, and my time is running out. ** Before I even told Kane about my plan, I knew that he would protest and try to stop me, and by the time I was done laying it all out to him, the top of his head nearly blew off. “Have you lost your damn mind?” he asked, breathless with anger and concern for me. “No, but

My mate is here. I didn’t know how much I wanted him, missed him, needed him, until I saw his shimmering golden coat in the moonlight as he broke through trees and came straight for us. All the tension I’ve been holding on to these last several weeks let go and my knees give out. I sink to the ground next to Innocent who is staring up at me with eyes that are filled with betrayal, and…terror. Good. It’s about time he knows what it feels like to be afraid and powerless. Dario’s war cry rises up in the night, filling my head with the desire to kill everything that’s a threat to me and mine. Is that what the cry does to everyone, I wonder. I fight the urge to shift and kill. I have the witches to think about. They aren’t used to werewolves, and in their fear, they’ve lost the ability to do magic. “Pruh—priestess?” a young girl says, tears streaming down her face. “What about the wolves?” I lean over and take her dirty little hand in mine. “They’re here to help. They won’t harm you. C

Kane's POVIt’s almost dawn by the time I make it back to the apartment, but there’s no rest for me yet. Zael is waiting for me right outside the door to my office. I cock my head in his direction and unlock the door, noting the way my hand shakes when I punch in the code. I need to get some rest.The vampire reeks of human blood, soot, and charred flesh, the combination of it forcing bile up my throat as he walks past me. “How did it go?” I ask and I close the door behind him.“As well as can be expected. We were fast about it. They didn’t suffer…much. What are your plans with that pope of theirs?”“I don’t know yet. Interrogate then execute.”“He will not talk.”“I’m not so sure about that. Willow has ways to make people talk.”Zael nods and folds his hands in front of him. Ordinarily, I’d invite him to sit down, but his clothes are covered in a thin layer of burnt human fat, and the thought of getting that all over my furniture is just a little more than I can bear right now. “You