Semua Bab My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Bab 151 - Bab 160

SIDE STORYA strained look crosses Luca’s face.He’s been holding it in for years, through summers and winters, through everything, just to end up here.Loving someone who never looked back.This one-sided affection has reached its boiling limit; it will be in vain now to try to contain it. Any longer than this will only corrode his insides with the hot flames.But too many things have happened between them, and it's already too late to turn things around. Now, Luca doesn't even hope for Javier to share his feelings, just acknowledging it is enough. As long as he knows it. Yet, right now, Javier’s head is stubbornly tilted to the side, his eyes set with a coldness Luca hadn't seen before, even his hate possesses more warmth than this. It seems the bridge between them will only get wider. “Javier, I…”“I told you not to say it.” Javier jerks to his feet, his hands trembling so violently that he has to clench them against his side “I’m no longer interested in knowing your reasons.

The knock comes again, and it sounds more urgent this time. Watching Luca stand up and walk towards the door fills Javier again with that anxious feeling. Luca yanks the door open and then blinks in surprise. The unexpected visitor is peering at him wide-eyed, and also with a hungry-stricken expression. “Soral?” Soral looks away from Luca, his dainty nose twitching as his eyes dart behind Luca’s shoulder like a starved wolf. And he locates the source, causing his eyes to light up with glee. “I smelled meat,” Soral says with breathless excitement. “It’s roasted lamb, isn’t it?” Luca stares, still confused. Of all people, he hadn't expected him to be here. “I didn’t mean to disturb you but. . . ” Soral gulps throatily, his eyes now fixed on the plate on the table inside the hut. “Can I have some? Please?” Luca laughs, seeming more at ease as he gestures Soral inside “Come in,” Soral barely takes two steps when his eyes catch something else. He freezes mid-step, his eyes

The first snow drops on Luca's body and he mutters a curse, today's scouting had been different, it wasn't just the borders he was assigned to check this time, he and a few warriors had to go deep within the mountains while Ivor and Gildor’s duty today is to patrol the village. Like always, whenever he has to leave Javier alone, he feels extremely anxious, but today is quite different. Something keeps gnawing at his mind, and he hasn't even been able to concentrate on today's task. He approaches the path to his hut and the familiar figure halts Luca's step. “What are you doing?” His voice drops close. What is Gildor doing around these paths? The Alpha grins at him and shrugs, “ Just performing my duty properly by overseeing everywhere. . . “ That glint in Gildor's eyes. . . And then Luca perceives it, faint, but subtle as Gildor brushes past him. That scent. . . Everything in him stills, his heart burning as though it has been set ablaze. And then he runs. Sprinting towar

“I just want Javier, unless you kill me, that won't happen," Luca's declaration seems to further aggravate Lyrien, who lunges again, grasping Luca's neck; they both stagger until Luca's back slams against a wall. “Do you think I won't kill you?” Lyrien growls. Luca glares at him, tension rises between them, boiling furiously. It snaps. “Well now, this is fun.” An amused voice cracks through the ominous energy between the enraged males. Lyrien’s head snaps at Haesir. “Fun?” Haesir smiles lazily. “Your two good warriors are tearing each other up over the tribe’s most hated Omega? Isn't it amusing?” Lyrien releases Luca from his grasp, but the anger still burns fiery in his gaze. Haesir casts a look at Luca, “So Vidarr was right after all to think you have special feelings for our prisoner. I didn't think it would get to this point, you should have known better!” Haesir sighs, before turning to Lyrien once again. “This will bring a problem if it isn't settled once and for all,

SIDE STORY TRIGGER WARNING: DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF VIOLENCE!!! “No…no. Luca, please!” Gildor’s hands slap weakly at him, shaking. His good eye widens, terror threatening to make it burst. The knife probes skillfully, and more of his warm blood spills, mixing with the mud, and coating Luca's hands. Gildor's body thrashes violently, kicking, shaking, but Luca doesn’t stop. He chuckles at Gildor's misery as he forces the cruel blade to carve deeper. . . And deeper, until it grinds against bone, and the ribs crack open with a sickening pop. Gildor sobs, his voice breaking as his fingers dig into Luca's arms. Luca sneers at the tears spilling from his eyes as his pleas grow louder, more agonized. “Luca. . . please, STOP! I beg of you!” How can he stop now? This is the first time Javier had requested something from him. He cannot fail a second time. “I want your heart,” He whispers tauntingly “For Javier. I'll use it to earn his forgiveness for failing to protect him from you!”