All Chapters of Alpha Baylor: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Baylor POV I expected Siobhan to be pissed, I even expected her to take a swing at me but I didn’t expect full blown rage. “YOU’RE PLANNING TO USE MY CHILDREN AS BAIT?” she screeched as she shoved me back. “Listen Siobhan, I…” CRUNCH! I saw stars as her fist plowed into my nose and I felt the blood begin to trickle down onto my lip. I hear footsteps running in our direction and vaguely see that Dane is running to my aid. ‘Stop!’ I mind-link him as Siobhan plants her fist in my gut. If I had eaten lunch before this, I am fairly certain it would have made an appearance. I doubled over and tried again, “Listen Siobhan, I would never put the pups in danger. You know that,” I growled through gritted teeth. “You want to use my children as an educational tool!” she growled back. I stood up and looked her dead in the eye, ‘Marlon is my responsibility too and if you think I would jeopardize another pack by harming their Alpha, then we don’t know each other at all.’ “I’ll be back in a few m

Just a really quick note to let you know I will be back with more Baylor on Sunday/ Monday. There was an unforseen emergency I had to tend to. Sometimes life just happens and not everything is within our control. November has just been a series of unfortunate events. I do appreciate your patience and am looking forward to bringing you more Baylor and the rest of the wonderful characters from Skatom Mochian in beautiful Ireland. We'll start off action packed and keep rolling full steam once we return. Again thank you so much for your patience. My apologies. -A :)

Baylor POVI remained acutely aware for the remainder of the time that the fire burned. I scanned the area watching for any unusual movement and listening for anything that would be out of place. I had been in constant contact with Mitchum regarding patrols and currently patrol squads consisted of eight rather than four managing the territory in quarters. In addition we had two squads doing full perimeter runs in opposite directions of one another. The setup essentially meant that at times we could have as many as sixteen warriors in one place. The theory was that it would give patrols a fighting chance against would be attackers and give them the ability to call for backup. It wasn’t fool proof, but I had to believe that it was the best improvement we could make quickly. When we returned to the central part of the territory Delania along with Phoebe and Fiadh headed for the packhouse to make coffee and prepare refreshments that would be delivered to the patrols. Kenneth, Clive and

Marissa POVSo the insensible welp has tied herself to the Alpha, it will make defeating this pack that much more gratifying. I never wanted the little bitch and if her father hadn’t died I wouldn’t have had to care for her over the years. She is nothing more than trash and I will revel in ending her miserable existence once and for all. She may be Luna but I am Queen! Even now my beloved is planning his attack and I vigilantly await the day when he reigns down his vengeance on the Skatom Mochain pack. The little bastard heir has no idea what he is up against, but he’ll know the fear of the Rogue King and Queen’s wrath before we end him. He will be made to watch as I rip his mate to shreds so that he knows true agony before his death. Alpha Baylor will regret the day that he banished me, leaving me broken and alone. The little bastard shouldn’t have survived when his parents were killed, but my king will send him to meet them soon enough. The King says that it is nearly time to make

Baylor POV One thing I can definitely say about a wake is that they toast and drink to everything. From my perspective, the reason no one is sad when they leave a wake is because they are too far gone to remember why they are sad. Okay, to be fair maybe that isn’t accurate since most wakes are for one person not four. I have been told that werewolves have a more difficult time becoming intoxicated, but I think they just haven’t tried hard enough. Because I am certainly feeling it 100%. Getting up the front steps of the packhouse is an olympic event when under the influence. Only two flights to get to my suite and then I can crash. “Are you okay, Baylor?” Delania asked as I stood facing the stairs to the second level of the packhouse. “Sure, I got this,” I said, puffing out my chest like I was getting ready to do something incredible. Definitely not a day to take the steps two at a time like I would normally do. I proceed to ascend the stairs holding onto the railing like a sixty