Todos los capítulos de Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Raul trailed the gaze of his eyes all over Olivera's beautiful and peaceful gaze. Since she had slept a few hours ago, he had hardly had a good sleep. He woke up intermittently to check on her, to be sure that nothing had happened to her. What had made him bit her for the third time? He cussed. His heart was pounding, and he actually tasted fear in his mouth. Framing her face with his hands, he kissed her mouth. "Wake for me, Olivera." He said, aware that it was morning already, probably some minutes past seven. His Beta and Gamma would be pushing through to this floor anytime soon. But he had told the guards through the mind link that they should them stall for now, it had been a command. He didn't care how they did it, but he believed they would. Whilst he had watched Olivera, he had packed up his suitcase himself, not wanting ay of the guard or servants in here.Olivera stirred, her lush body moving beneath his, her breasts pushing into his chest, her hips providing a cradle for h

The sun had long since sunk beneath the mountains before Caitlin managed to rouse herself. Hunger was a gnawing, relentless ache, but the thought of food made her stomach heave. She struggled to sit up, far weaker than she had ever been. She pushed a hand through her heavy fall of wine-red hair.Zendedari’ fingers circled her arm, slid the length from shoulder to wrist. She was small and delicate, yet she had such inner strength. It amazed him how brave and courageous she was, how compassionate. He found her intriguing, mysterious even. The world as he knew it had begun seven years earlier: pain, isolation, and darkness. The monster in him had grown, eclipsed his soul. At first, he had had no emotion at all, simply a will that would never die, an icy determination, a promise of retribution made in exchange for his lost soul. He would find them - the betrayer, the human assassins - and he would destroy them. But once he had found his lifemate, despite the distance that separated them,

Open the door for me that I might breathe the night.Zendedari said and tried not to devour Caitlin with his eyes. He was well aware she was beginning to see that no one - certainly not her with her gentle, compassionate nature - could oppose his will, a will honed in the fires of hell.She did as he asked. "You didn’t try to get up, did you? You can’t, Jacques. You’ll do too much damage. And if you keep adding scar tissue, you’ll end up looking like Frankenstein."He had closed his eyes to inhale the fresh, clean night air.We don’t ever scar.It came out of nowhere. He was elated he remembered something. He was even elated he remembered Frankenstein.Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really? Then what’s that thin line around your throat? I barely caught it, but it’s there."His black eyes snapped open, a merciless fury burning there. Caitlin stepped away from him quickly, her heart pounding. She could actually see red flames burning in the depths of his eyes.He looked like a demon, an inv

Caitlin sank down in the soft soil, guilt washing over her. She had left him alone, unprotected. She had not fed him. Her forehead slipped into her open palms. Everything was so crazy. Nothing added up. Hunger ate at her like an insidious monster, and she could hear the heartbeats of the animals in the forest beckoning.Vampire.Was there such a creature? Was she such a creature? Zen took blood from her so easily, in so practiced a manner. She knew what was in him; he could be utterly cold and merciless, raging with venomous fury. It never showed on his face or in the way he talked to her, but it was there, seething below the surface. Caitlin picked up a stone and threw it toward the bubbling stream.Zendedari. What was she going to do about him? Her body rippled with discomfort, her mind with unease. She had an overwhelming urge to reach out to him, to assure herself he was all right. Her mind was trying to comprehend, to believe the impossible. He was a creature far different from a

Caitlin breath caught in her throat as Zendedari’s perfect mouth hovered a scant inch above hers. She burned for him. Burned. Her long lashes swept down as his mouth fastened on hers. She nearly cried out at the rush of liquid heat racing through her body at his touch. His mouth explored every inch of hers, caressing, demanding, gentle, and dominant, a sweet stroking along her incisors, a stark male possession.His mouth left hers to trail kisses down her throat, her shoulder, lower to find the swell of her breast. Her hands found his hair, its rich softness bunched in her fists as his tongue traced a path over her pulse. Her body clenched, waited in anticipation. His teeth nipped gently, moved again so that she shuddered with pleasure as his mouth drew her rich softness into its moist heat.I want you, Caitlin. I need you.And it was true. His body didn’t seem to understand that claiming her was an impossibility. He hurt, a pain to rival all the others. His skin burned and was unbear