Semua Bab My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE * * Luca stiffens slightly as his eyes land briefly on the particular female who watches him with a strong flicker of hope in her eyes. Deranged, dark eyes, but then it is to be expected that she has completely lost her mind. "Brother. . . You came to see me, right?" Yara grips the metal bars to her cell, her stomach is bigger now, heavy with child. "I knew you wouldn't entirely forsake me," For some seconds, Luca's gaze roams Yara's now scrawny features; her eyes are sunken and red; she is certainly not doing well in this foul-smelling environment. "I'll put to birth any time soon, I cannot give birth here! Lyrien changed his mind, right?" She laughs, high and broken. "You're here to get me out, I know you are! Does he want the baby now? Will I become the Lady Chief? Why won't he want me? I was there for him first!" She suddenly screams, tears assaulting her eyes at Luca's dead expression. Luca's expression tightens, at this moment, he doesn

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN * * From a young age, Lyrien had been driven with the sole purpose of conquering lands and strengthening their clan. To redeem his bloodline. He had cut off every emotion that was linked to being weak, seen as vulnerable, and unfit. Engraved so deeply within him was the unwillingness to walk in his father's path and make the same mistakes. He had never wanted a mate nor to share a bond with anyone, and on the rare occasions that he did allow himself to think about it, a mate was only a means to an end. A power symbol. A tool for breeding. One would lead. One would submit. Simple. Controlled. But his very principle shattered the day this fair-headed omega stumbled into his life, sacrificed to him, and Lyrien had eaten his prey. Tasted the forbidden fruit. Even back then, Rene had radiated so bright, something so fragile, yet so beautiful, flooding that dark space with his warmth and light. And before Lyrien knew it, the icy wall he'd spent

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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN * * Rene spends most of the day catching up with Soral and Tyr, and by evening, a small feast is held to celebrate Vidarr’s return. Even this small crowd makes Rene's stomach churn with bile, their scents are too heavy for his overly sensitive nostrils, making him nauseous. Why is this happening even after taking the hormone suppressants Amala prescribed? His eyes locate Lyrien, who is conversing with Vidarr and Haesir, and he quickly excuses himself from Kai and the rest; he hurries out of the small 'family' gathering, gasping heavily for a much-needed fresh doze of air. How long before this phase gets over? Will he be trapped inside his hut for the rest of this pregnancy? Lyrien had even joked that this baby seemed very possessive already, making him sick at every turn, just to isolate him. Rene puffs out a quiet sigh, deciding to take a stroll further down the tribe lands as the night breeze feels cool against his flushed face. Too w

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN **Vidarr's breath visibly falters, stunned into silence; the popping sound of wood burning murmurs in the air as his calloused fingers grip Soral's chin, and his thick thumb teases the glistening wetness on his omega’s soft cheek, which is highlighted by the fire.“Omega, don’t joke about things like this!” Vidarr’s whisper is rough, but his irises become even darker, as he allows himself to toy with the thought. And then, with a low warning growl, he starts to nudge Soral off his thigh, deciding that it's too dangerous to hold him this close.His primal side cannot handle it.“If I let you go right now, you better leave, I don't have enough control to hold myself back,” His jaw ticks with internal struggle. Soral feels a stir of hurt and . . . And annoyance when Vidarr starts to push him away. He doesn't believe me?Both his arms encircle Vidarr's body stubbornly, and Vidarr's eyes turn hard. . . A clear warning.“I'm not joking, Vidarr, I just w