Todos los capítulos de Taming the Big Bad Alpha: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Zande knelt on the bed at the back of the bus and stared out at the scene of dwindling chaos. Ambulances and police cars were pulling away, the crowd was beginning to disperse. She hadn't thought to ask Dedari if any of their attackers had escaped. Knowing him, she doubted it, but he might have been so concerned with her, Prest, and Rich that he had allowed some of those guilty to escape his particular brand of justice. Amia drove the bus with surprising expertise, and Zane kept her eyes glued behind them, watching for any lights trailing the vehicle. Suddenly her heart was in her throat, pounding in alarm. For some reason she didn't want to leave the bar. She felt she was leaving behind her destiny. She needed to be where he could find her. He? Zande gasped and sank back onto the bed. "What is it?" Amia demanded, looking into the rearview mirror. She could hear Zande's increased heartbeat, her sudden gasp of alarm. The blood was pumping through her veins far too fast. She couldn't

Olivera's POV: I literally balked as the walls parted like the red sea in front of the legendary Moses. My heart beat increased as I noted the locked door which the parted walls had made visible and touchable to me.A secret door? Did the Alpha know about this? I wondered, unable to stop my legs from moving forward. I knew I should mind my own business, find the trick area on the wall so that I could lock back the walls, but my curiosity got the better of me.I will just take a peek, and walk away. I thought. Nobody will find out about it.The closer I got to the door, the higher and faster my heartbeat went. I took a deep breath to calm myself down before I escaped with a heart attack out of the room. The knob was so cold,... like it should be, silly. I mumbled to myself. I turned the knob but it didn't even shake or budge.Another secret lock somewhere? I mused, taking in the strange features of the black iron door. It had some drawings on it, more like carvings, and some funny sy

Author's POV: A Dream(in the present tense)The night was black, the moon and stars blotted out by ominous swirling clouds gathering overhead. Threads of shiny black obsidian spun and whirled in a kind of fury, yet the wind was still. Small animals huddled in their dens, beneath rocks and fallen logs, scenting the mood of the land. Mists floated eerily out of the forest, clinging to the tree trunks so that they seemed to rise up out of the fog. Long, wide bands of shimmering white. Swirling prisms of glittering opaque colors. Gliding across the sky, weaving in and out of the overhead canopy, a large owl circled the great stone house built into the high cliffs. A second owl, then a third appeared, silently making lazy circles above the branches and the rambling house. A lone wolf, quite large, with a shaggy black coat and glittering eyes, loped out of the trees into the clearing. Out of the darkness, on the balcony of the rock house, a figure gilded forward, looking out into the nigh

The women. He recognized them, knew they were out there, alive, no manacles, not buried beneath the earth but able to move freely around. Especially the one that resembled him. She was just out of his mind's reach, yet he could almost touch her. Why didn't she come to him? He could summon up no face, no past, only the knowledge that she was out there somewhere. He called to her. Begged. Pleaded. Raged. She had a feeling she was related to him. But where was she? Why wouldn't she come to him? Why did she allow his agony to continue when even her presence in his mind would ease the terrible sense of isolation? What had he done that was so terrible that he deserved this?Anger found its way into his world. Hatred, even. In the place of a man a monster grew, deadly, dangerous, grew and thrived on the pain, became a will impossible to crush. Fifty years, a hundred - what did it matter if he traveled to the very gates of hell for revenge? He already resided there, imprisoned in it every wak

She suddenly caught the scent of a rabbit, and her body stilled. She could hear its heartbeat, feel its fear. The animal sensed danger, a predator stalking it. A fox; she caught the whisper of fur sliding through the underbrush. It was wonderful to hear, to feel things, to not be afraid of hearing things others couldn't. Bats wheeled and dipped, diving at insects, and She raised her face to the heavens, watching their antics, taking pleasure in the simple show. She began to walk again, needing the exercise, needing to put the weight of responsibility from her shoulders for a time.She had found her cottage, the barest bones of a home, and over the last few months had turned it into a sanctuary. Shutters blocked out the sunlight during the day. A generator provided the lights and necessary power for her computer. A modern bathroom and kitchen had been the next priority. Slowly She had acquired books, supplies, and everything needed for the emergency care of patients. Though She hoped n