บททั้งหมดของ My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

CHAPTER NINETY ONE * * Soral feels sore throughout the next day; even the slightest movements, such as walking around the cottage, sting hotly. So as Vidarr moves around with agility, Soral can only glare at him in envy. Why can the barbarian not hurt like him? It is not fair that he has to suffer the aftermath of their rutting alone. A deep crimson flush spreads across Soral's face as he recalls waking up with Vidarr's manhood still buried completely inside him, it does not matter how much they have done it, Vidarr still has that dark ravenous look every time he glances at Soral, remembering his blazing gaze makes Soral's skin tingle with cold goosebumps. He will not survive another round of it; there is already no part of his body that Vidarr has left untouched; his imprints nearly cover all of Soral's flesh as though attempting to compensate for the fact that he cannot mark the omega just yet. Soral has had to beg for his mercy, but right now, his body still feels excru

CHAPTER NINETY-THREE * * The atmosphere is thick with unease and a feeling of impending doom as Yara is shoved to her knees in front of Lyrien. "Lyrien why. . . " Yara's complexion turns ashen as she seems to suddenly realize the severity of the situation. Her frantic eyes dart at Lyrien, whose harsh features are set in a stern, unforgiving mask; she can only think of one reason she's her. Panic sets in, her heart pounding wildly "Who is your child's father Yara. . . ?!" Lyrien's words fall like frost, chilling the air further. A round of low murmurs elicits from the crowd, who stare at their leader. Most of them had been unaware of the reason which Lyrien had called out for a public gathering so early in the morning. Rene's eyes widen in bewilderment, Lyrien knows? How? "If you cannot make use of your tongue, I think it's better to just cut it off," Lyrien's voice sends a shiver through Rene, crawling down his backbone. Yara's mouth opens and shuts, but no words co

CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE * * The judgement has ended, and most are already starting to disperse to do their daily duty, including Rene. He can feel Lyrien’s gaze penetrating the back of his skull even as he hastens his footsteps. His stomach hurts; perhaps it's because he had been so scared, he had been merely a second too late from stopping the executioner from severing Yara's head. Rene inhales deeply, and the restless stir in his stomach intensifies, causing the breath to whoosh from him in weak pants. No, maybe it is hunger; after all he has not had anything at all to eat today; Rene begins to walk faster; the cottage is his destination. A voice behind him halts his movements. "Rene, wait. . . " Rene whirls around, it's Luca. "Thank you. . . For saving her," Luca says, his eyes are tired but gleaming with gratitude regardless. Can it be considered saving if Yara's going to live in the dungeon? Rene thinks, feeling sorry for Luca; Yara is Luca's only sister, after all; he

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN**Lyrien doesn't need to prepare Rene, the slipperiness from his heat provides enough lubricant for the bulbous head of his cock to push through. "Never mention other males!" Lyrien growls. It drives him insane to even think about it. "Only I get to satisfy you, get that?!"Rene collapses breathlessly on the mattress, his eyes tearing up from pleasure as Lyrien's cock stretches him beyond his limits. It feels like a persistent burning spear digging into him, His ear rings hotly with Lyrien's pleasured grunts. "Only I get to bury my cock so deep into you, to breed you with my sperm, you're only MINE!"Lyrien's arm tightens possessively around Rene's waist as he pushes more inches of his enormous aroused flesh into him. Both their pleasure-filled grunts echo as Rene's juices soak his cock.Rene's hormones are so primed, just the head of Lyrien's cock forces him to an orgasm, Rene's scrotum stretches painfully tight, and he cums with the most beautiful moans an

CHAPTER NINETY-NINE **Soral tenses the moment he hears the low scrape of metal—knives sharpening. Vidarr is preparing to leave again.After leaving those words in the air, the barbarians have refused to provide more answers. Soral is dying to know how Vidarr knows Rene and Lyrien.'. . .When do you think was the first time I saw you? Do you think it's on this mountain?. . . ' Soral shudders recalling those words. No, if he had met Vidarr before he definitely would have remembered! And why isn't Vidarr providing more answers? Soral sulks irritably, which worsens when Vidarr steps inside the cottage with traps and weapons in his hand. Every morning, it’s the same. The Alpha disappears into the forest to set traps and doesn’t return until late. The silence that fills the cottage in his absence feels heavier than Soral dares to admit. He hates the way he feels safer with the monster near than alone. It shouldn’t be like this."I'm leaving," Vidarr says flatly.Soral lifts his hea