Todos los capítulos de Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

A gust of wind howled, raced through the room, brought a spray of rain through the door. Zendedari gently pushed Caitlin behind him. "The others come," he warned her.Caitlin groped behind her for the wall. These people were definitely a different species. Her father had also been one of them. A part of her was intrigued and excited. If she studied them as a scientist, she would be in her element. But she was stuck in the middle of the drama instead of being able to observe it from a distance. She caught Zendedari wrist. "Let’s just go far away from here, away from these people, this place.""It is important to know as much as possible." His voice was soft and mesmerizing, deliberately tender, wrapping her in the safe cocoon of his protection. "The healer comes with the one who names himself my brother. The woman is with them." He was uneasy not knowing where the third male was. He trusted none of them completely. Somewhere deep inside himself he knew his tormentors had ripped out

"Did your mother have psychic talent?" Kendalf asked Caitlin thoughtfully.Raven glanced up at Enoch. She had psychic ability. Caitlin’s answer was extremely important to the future of their race. She would provide the proof of what they had long suspected, long hoped.Caitlin’s teeth bit at her lip. "She knew things before they happened. She would know the phone was going to ring or that someone was about to stop by. You have to understand, though, she rarely spoke. She would forget about me for days, even weeks at a time, so I didn’t know much about her. She didn’t exactly share lots of information with me.""But you are certain Randolf is your father?" Enoch persisted."When I was born, my blood caused quite a stir in the medical community. In my mother’s diary she wrote that Randolf was my father and that he had a strange blood disorder. She thought I had inherited it. She took me to Ireland, hid me, because the doctors and scientists frightened her with their persistent questions

Please try to understand, Zen. Caitlin started. I won’t be a part of this. I will not argue long distance with you. Come to me now. Zendedari ordered.For strength Caitlin clutched at an overhead tree branch. Zen’s lack of inflection frightened her more than his anger could have. She sensed a power in him, a total confidence.I won’t come back. I can’t. Just live your life, Zen. You have it back now.If Zen had really felt no emotion in centuries, then he would be struggling just as she was to stay in control. Everything seemed so intense. She wanted the calm, tranquil world she understood, where her brain ruled and emotions could be pushed aside.You cannot possibly win this battle, Caitlin.It was a warning, nothing less. The tone was devoid of any feeling whatsoever.Why does it have to be a battle? You need to accept my decision. I have the right to leave. Come to me, Caitlin.There was iron strength in his command. This time he exerted a subtle but frightening pressure.Caitli

Caitlin lifted her emerald gaze to the disturbing intensity of Zendedari’s black eyes. He was so close that she could feel the heat of his skin reaching out to her. His fingertips brushed the curve of her cheek, her mouth. His need of her was as elemental as the storm itself. It burned in him like the hot sizzle of electricity, like the slowly spreading heat of molten lava. "Need me, Caitlin." His voice ached with it. "Need me the same way I need you. I would give my life for you. Live for me. Find a way to live for me. Love me that much."Her eyelashes swept down, raindrops glistening on the ends of the feathery crescents. "You don’t know what you’re asking of me."His hands framed her face, thumbs brushing her frantic pulse. Each light caress sent flames dancing through her body. Her gaze once more reluctantly found his, her eyes filled with a kind of hopelessness."Of course I know what the cost is to you, little one. I feel your reluctance, your revulsion of our feeding habits."

Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. "I expected steam this time," Zendedari said, crushing her to him. "Can you do that?" Caitlin fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. "Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam?" He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered. She made him invincible. She made him vulnerable. Most of all, she made him alive. "No, really - what they did, those others. They were like fog or mist. Can you really do that?" She persisted. "I mean, you said you could, but I thought maybe you were delusional." His eyebrows shot up. "Delusional?" Zendedari flashed a cocky grin, held out his arm, and watched as fur rippled along the length of it, as the fingers curved and extended into claws. He had to make a grab for Caitlin as she scrambled away from him, her eyes enormous. He was caref