All Chapters of My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

SIDE STORY * * Luca lets out a groan when Javier plants a soft kiss on his chest, and then his tongue flicks a pebble nipple, before taking it completely into his mouth. Luca’s eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Javier’s tongue continues giving attention to his nipples while his mouth suckles with soft, sure pulls. Luca lets out a harsh growl of disappointment and warning when Javier suddenly pulls away with a soft pop. But Javier simply settles himself between Luca’s legs, snapping the zipper to his breeches open. “What are you . . . ?” Luca's words are averted to a pleasured grunt when Javier pulls out his cock, making a fist around it with both of his hands. Their eyes lock every ticking second as Javier gives one long lick straight up his length. Luca's hips buck involuntarily as Javier swallows his cock in his mouth, his cheek hollowing around it, which only amplifies the pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, just like that,” Luca lets out the grunt as his fingers low

SPECIAL CHAPTER 1 * * Javier moans deliriously as another wave of heat spreads through him, sending a flush through his entire body. It is the sight that greets Luca when he returns from the warrior's meeting in the evening. It's been a month since the battle, and everything has returned to normalcy in the village. His mate is in heat, and his overripe scent is the delicious kind that sends warmth coiling in Luca's guts, twisting into his groin and sending his blood feral. The omegas’ musk has always sent him crazy, but in this sweet high concentration, Luca is experiencing a near rut. His fingers curl into fists as he meets Javier’s glassy gaze, his teeth grinding with the urge to claim. The fireplace flickers weakly, casting shadows over Javier’s sprawled form on the blankets. His shirt hangs open to reveal sweat-slicked skin, one of his hands shoved between his trembling thighs. Javier’s alluring lips are parted, his voice ragged as he moans Luca’s name while massag

SPECIAL CHAPTER **Lyrien didn't keep his promise. Five minutes transformed to an hour long, leaving Rene completely spent.. That heartless Alpha! Rene seethes; he glares at Lyrien, who is beside him as he limps to the crib. The Alpha does not even look guilty as he stares at the crib where two voices continue to make fussing sounds. “They cried a lot because of you. Don't you pity them?” Rene scolds as he leans over the crib, his hair falling into his face as he gently lifts their son, Saiel who’s already wriggling with impatience. “I also made you cry a few minutes ago. I only feel pity for you,” Lyrien chuckles under Rene's hot glare. He laughs, the deep sound echoing in the hut at the faint redness in Rene's ears. Rene begins a sharp response, but their other son, Naiel, kicks his blanket, letting out a sharp squeak as if to protest why his brother is carried, but not him.Lyrien scoops up the dark-haired baby who already bears a striking look to him, and even as a baby, he

SPECIAL CHAPTER Soral tosses restlessly on their mattress, the thick furs bunched around his swollen form. His massive belly makes every position uncomfortable. He completely misses sleeping on his stomach; now, he cannot even move around without this constant weight pulling at his back. A soft whine escapes his throat as he shifts again, the baby pressing against his ribs.Soral gives up on sleeping and his gaze flickers around the large hut where Vidarr crouches beside the fire, feeding another log to the flames. When Soral’s whine reaches him, something tight clenches in Vidarr’s chest. Wasn't the omega asleep only a few minutes ago?“Vidarr come back to bed. You’re warm. I hate when you leave.” Soral whines softly, his voice muffled by furs. Vidarr adjusts the last wood and turns, Soral’s scent hits him full force. Pregnancy has made it richer, deeper, like warm honey and fresh rain. His omega is beautiful like this, all soft curves and glowing skin.Vidarr crosses to the bed

The evening air is filled with excitement and anticipation. Rene already feels anxious about what is to come. For the past few days, he can already feel the energy radiating from unmated Alphas as they brag to each other about the mates they intend to claim. Tonight is the annual mating hunt where unmated clan members are permitted to go all out in search of a mate. Rene recalls the last mating hunt, it had been horrid. He’d found it barbaric. Why did the people enjoy such a brutal, bloody ritual? He sets down the bowl of mating paint with an exaggerated sigh. Not only does he hate the ritual, but as the Chief’s mate, he’s obligated to prepare for it too? It’s too unfair. “I don’t want to do this,” he mutters, glaring at the clay bowls arranged on the low table in his and Lyrien’s hut. “I can’t believe this is really going to happen again.” From the corner, his twins—Saiel and Naiel—giggle happily in their large playing area in the spacious cottage, playing with their cousi