Taming the Big Bad Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Caitlin had no idea what he was talking about, so she ignored his statement, worried that he seemed so distressed over her lack of knowledge of him. She found herself needing to touch his hair with gentle fingers. "Can you use your voice at all for a long time?" She asked, whilst still pondering on the nature of his name, a tactic not to dwell on the enthralling quality of his voice. It sounded like an ancient name of sorts. She wasn't sure of the origin.His eyes answered, impatient, frustrated at his own inability.Her fingertips found his forehead, calming, soothing. "Don't worry. Your body's been through a lot. Give it some time. You're already healing amazingly fast. Do you know who did this to you?"Two humans, one betrayer.Rage welled up, and for a moment red flames glowed in the depths of his black eyes.Caitlin's heart nearly stopped, and she jerked backward to put distance between them. He moved faster, his arm a blur. His fingers circled her wrist, preventing escape. His g

It bothered Caitlin the way Zendedari sounded so concerned, almost tender. His voice had a way of making her want to do anything he asked of her, including drinking the blood. She could smell it. She could hear his heart, the rush of blood through his veins. For the space of a heartbeat she allowed the sound to echo in her head, to feed the hunger gnawing at her. She bit down hard on her lower lip. She needed to put a little distance between them. His personality was extremely overpowering. Something deep within her, something wild she hadn't known was a part of her, was calling out to him. The chemistry was so strong, she ached just looking at him. She unbolted the cabin door, began to open it.Stop!The command was soft, menacing, yet she caught the hint of desperation. The door seemed to be jerked out of her hand by some unknown force and slammed closed. Shocked, she dropped the glass in her hand. It smashed on the floor. She watched the apple juice spread out in a golden stain, th

Olivera's POV:I jerked up my head again at the sound of shuffling feet outside the iron door that seperated I and Jeremy from the outside world. A minute and more passed, there was no sound or indication of the door unlocking. My hope was dashed for the umpteenth time. I was tired of waiting and counting the number of steps made by the shuffling feet of unknown people. Won't they get us out of here? I wondered, rubbing my forehead with the base of my hand gently, massaging it promptly in a bid to stop or reduce the carpenter's workings going on in my head. How long are we going to stay here? I thought, casting a side glance at Jeremy who was staring at me. He has been doing that constantly since those ugly guards had dropped us here. Although I couldn't read minds, I had a slight inkling of what he might be thinking about. When did I and the Alpha become talking pals? Why hadn't he killed me like he would have done to any other slave who would have tried to do the same thing as i ha

Zendedari jerked himself awake ten minutes later, then cursed at the clumsiness that sent pain spiraling through his body. He felt hunger, weakness, a swaying dizziness. Black eyes leapt to Caitlin. She was still peering at a notebook, pencil clenched in her teeth. Her skin was so pale, it was nearly translucent. The intense emotions in the room were hers, yet she seemed not to notice. Her mind fought to merge with his; he could feel it tuning itself, vibrating with need, but she was disciplined, strong, and very determined. She brought her thoughts back under control, focusing on her work.He felt a curious melting in the region of his heart. Ice-cold hatred and fury, the need for revenge, for retribution, had been the force driving him to live. He had not thought himself capable of tenderness, yet she managed to bring it out of him. He was first and always a predator. She was light to his darkness, radiating beauty as if it shone through her skin from her soul. She had introduced ge

Olivera's POV:Sitting down on the hard floor of this filthy prison cell, I couldn't help but ask myself again and again, how long they were planning to leave us here. Don't tell me it was for all through the night, because I fear that I might be dead before tomorrow. The stench of the room could kill a community. It's been more than thirty minutes since I and Jeremy last spoke. After I had told him that I had gotten the work of a maidservant, he had elapsed in silence. I wonder what he was thinking though. I had been expecting more questions.What in the name of whatever was that stupid Alpha thinking of putting Jeremy and I in this Godforsaken hellhole? I asked myself for the umpteenth, gnashing my teeth as a whiff of the barbaric stench had passed by my nostrils. I could literally taste it. It was that terrible.And why did nobody see the guy I was with? Was he a ghost?I shuddered at the thought, not believing I had been conversing with a dead being. Would Jeremy even believe me