บททั้งหมดของ My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE**Soral awakens slowly to the unfamiliar cottage, the fire has gone dim, casting a faint shadow in the hut. It's still dark, some hours are left before morning. He gasps softly at the sharp squeeze around his midsection, the discomfort which had woken him.Vidarr. He may get snapped in half if Vidarr keeps gripping too tightly, Soral winces again, but the barbarian appears to be very much asleep. The uneven rise and fall of his chest and low, the breathy groan that hisses from his mouth suddenly make Soral wonder if he may be having a nightmare. Again?Vidarr's seems to me muttering something and Soral makes out one word. Rhona.His brain rings with recognition.He has heard Vidarr mention this name before, in the mountains. And just like that night, Vidarr looks tortured, his expression twisted into broken fragments of torment that make Soral's heart squeeze.“W-wake up,” Soral wiggles when Vidarr's hold around him tightens even further and

SPECIAL EPISODE * * “Is he okay? It's been a while since I last saw him,” Kai's head tilts at the hushed voices outside the hut. It's Rene! “I think his mate is hiding something, or else, why can't we visit him?” This particular voice belongs to Soral, and Kai recognises it. “You also think that something is fishy?” Kai’s heart lurches hopefully as his mouth falls open to yell out a response, but a quick hand darts out to clasp his lips, silencing his screams. "He's asleep. Go away!" Haesir's gruff voice breaks through the silence instead. No! Don't go! It's already too late, Kai can hear the retreating footsteps, and his shoulders slump in dismay. Cowards. How can they be frightened of just Haesir? “I'm hhere, come gget me” His words are completely sealed by Haesir's hand, and his friends do not return. Betrayers. As though he had done nothing wrong, Haesir continues with the task of tucking his mate back into the sheets; if he notices Kai's deep scowl, he gives

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE * * Lyrien is nose deep into the map of the land his scouts had delivered to him this morning and it seems like the days of peace may soon be over, "Several of the smaller clans are starting to form alliances, think they may be another war soon?" Then, they should be well prepared. Lyrien gives the order to Luca to strengthen the borders. Those clan rulers are getting greedy again, despite the protection that the Dahomes offer them, they never get satisfied after all, Lyrien is not perturbed about those weaker clans, but if this keeps him away from his mate, then, they may be a problem. As Luca leaves, his eyes make contact with Vidarr's. Perhaps, it's just him, or there is animosity in those brooding stares? It wouldn't be the first time, he feels as though the warrior's gaze can see through him doing something he's not meant to do. Vidarr's strong gaze follows him out of the meeting room, with a hard look that the other males don't seem to

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN * * A look that speaks of blind trust. . . or maybe love, and it's the purest kind. The type that sees no wrong . . . treating him like he's invincible. But, he's already made plenty of mistakes. So much, that he cannot possibly be redeemed, even sometimes, Lyrien he's gnawed with worry about the unborn ones inheriting his terrible traits, but since Rene trusts him this much, he’ll absolutely try to live up to it and not disappoint him. "It doesn't matter what they turn out to be, we will always take care of them and love them,” "What if they end up being male and omega like me. . ." “There's nothing wrong with you!” Lyrien interrupts fiercely, pushing himself off Rene's thigh to cradle his mate in his arms. He gazes down at him tenderly, they will end up so beautiful, is all Lyrien can think, and perhaps too good for the world. Perhaps, it's better if they take resemblance to him , after all. “And even if they do inherit your traits,

SPECIAL CHAPTER(CONT'D) * * Both Rene and Soral share a look of surprise, “You don't have to cover up, I know everything, you even ended up with those bad males. . . and they hurt you,” The fact that Tyr is trying to pretend probably so that he wouldn't be offended makes Rene feel even worse, his eyes stinging with tears. “You're not even old enough to have a mate yet, and they. . . “ He feels the familiar fury thinking of it now, and then, he grasps Tyr's hand, squeezing firmly. “We will never let you get hurt ever again, no matter what,” Tyr lets out a deep breath. There they go again, treating him like some fragile glass. He's not so weak that he cannot endure some beatings. Even up in the mountains, Soral too seems to always be walking on eggshells around him, the sympathy in their eyes right now raises suspicion in Tyr's brain. The reason his friends seem to be taking extra care with him, even I'm their conversation. . . Can it be that? They are thinking something els