All Chapters of An Alpha for the Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

*Typhon* When my feet hit the gravelly beach, it’s all I can do not to race into the ocean and yank my husband to safety. But I’ve chosen the steeper path so as not to lose the element of surprise, and I know I have to proceed with care and caution. Fire Moon lands softly next to me a moment later, and together we survey the scene. Carlotta seems to have gone positively unhinged, waving her fist and screaming curses at the receding boat, and Jonas is inching slowly backward, edging ever closer to the beach. But just when he’s managed to go far enough so that he might possibly be able to run to safety, Carlotta whirls around and levels her hand,A hand crackling with magic, at Jonas’s midsection. Cerberus is growling in my head, eager to rip the witch limb from limb. "You’re not going anywhere," she says in a deadly voice. "Couldn’t we at least get out of the water?" Jonas replies. "I can’t feel my feet any longer." Carlotta nods curtly. "Move slowly. One false move an

*Typhon* Standing at the edge of Jonas’s old pack territory, I feel the weight of what’s about to unfold. The scent of pine and earth fills the air, mingling with the tension that crackles between us. I glance sideways at Jonas, and my heart swells. He’s come so far, and today, he’s ready to reclaim what’s his. He’s ready to lead. “Remember, I’m right here with you,” I murmur, squeezing his hand as we approach the clearing where the pack has gathered. ‘You better be,’ Cerberus huffs, his voice echoing in my mind. ‘This is a pack of fools, and they need to be reminded who they’re dealing with.’ ‘Trust me, I’ll remind them,’ I send back, trying to keep my own confidence high. As we step into the clearing, the atmosphere shifts. Eyes turn toward us, some filled with respect, others with skepticism. Jonas’s mother, a fierce woman with wild hair and eyes that could cut glass, stands at the forefront, flanked by his sister Kara, who looks like she’s ready to leap into action at any m

*Jonas* After dinner and making sure everything is taken care of for the night I follow Typhon into our new master bedroom. When we're inside he locks the door. He turns the lamp on and he comes into view. He steps to me, takes my face in his hands and seeks out my lips with his own. Seconds later, his hands release their hold on my face and find another purpose. He gropes my behind and squeezes each cheek hard. Jesus! Soon after, he moves away from my lips and sucks at my neck and ear, making my legs buckle in the process and so, he pushes me across the room and forces me to sit on the edge of the bed.My husband leans over me and we continue to kiss; biting at each other's lips, lapping our tongues together and forcing them down one another's throat. After a while, he pulls his pants down and rests his hand at the back of my head. He soothingly rubs it while at the same time, he slowly pulls it toward his erection. "Come on, baby. Suck it like the good boy you are." Its smel