All Chapters of Stolen by the Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

LYLAI look at her, searching for any sign that this is a trick, that she’s leading me into a different kind of trap. Cassie only meets my gaze with the same calm resolve she showed when she set out her knives and herbs, when she told me to sit and drink and wait for the ache to subside. Maybe that’s the only thing she can offer me now: the chance to choose our own ending, even if it’s likely to be tragic.It’s the closest thing to hope I’ve been offered since exile.I try to keep my voice steady. “And if we fail?”Cassie gives a wry half-smile. “Then I get to test out every anti-crazy wolf sedative I have, and we all go down in history as idiots who dared the moon and lost.”I almost laugh. Instead, I lean in. “Would you help us? If it came to it?”“I’d do more than help,” Cassie says. Her hand covers mine, warm and small, anchoring me. “I’d officiate. I’m the only one left in the territory with the words.”For a second, I let the contact settle the electricity in my body. Then I pul

LYLAI smooth the cloth over a shallow gash on his palm, watching his skin twitch under the touch. “Liar. You came back because you wanted someone to pull you out of it.”He stiffens but doesn’t push me away. “I’m not sure I deserve it.”“That’s not your decision.” I toss the rag aside, grab another. “You didn’t choose the curse. You didn’t choose any of this.”He’s silent, but I feel him watching now, the weight of his gaze circling my face like a tether.I set the cloth down and take his chin in my hand. He’s never been more beautiful to me than he is now, ugly and broken and mine.“You’re not your father,” I say, making each word a punch. “And you’re not going to lose yourself. Not while I&r

LYLAThe force of Kalen's grip leaves bruises on my hips, but I am too consumed by the pleasure he is giving me to care. His tongue is rough and unrelenting against my skin, his fingers knowing exactly how to curl and stroke inside me.I feel his fangs graze the inside of my thigh—just a threat, not a bite—and the fear of it, the knowledge that he could draw blood and mark me forever, makes me wetter, makes me want to dare him to do it. My head snaps back involuntarily and I groan, deep and ugly, the sound echoing around the tiny, battered walls of his bedroom. I don’t care who hears. Let the whole block know. Let the entire Nightshade pack wake up to the proof that I belong to him, and he belongs to me.He drags his nails along the outside of my thighs, forcing my knees wider, and then switches tactics—tongue flicking fast and light over my clit until I’m ga