My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE**Rene's heart flutters rapidly when the Beta touches his neck, and shame pierces him like daggers when the Beta urges him to take Lyrien's cock again whilst whispering almost sweet words of encouragement.Rene's entire body burns until he turns a deep shade of red, and yet he opens his mouth wider, afraid of disappointing Lyrien and upsetting him again. . .He takes more than half of it, the silky head of Lyrien's cock hitting the back of his throat, the Beta massages Rene's throat soothingly when he gags. "You are almost there,"Rene wants to please, and to let this brute acknowledge that he is pleasing him but when he looks up, Lyrien's expression is hard and utmost terrifying, his eyes are like the dark grey clouds on a stormy day. Only more intense. More scarier. Rene's heart thuds faster even though he realizes that Lyrien isn't staring at him, the cold expression is focused on the Beta. Relief hits him and at the same time he ponders what the Beta has do

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE * * That's how Lyrien found him when he returned to the tent. The candles are out, his mate snoring softly on the ground, and his arms are carefully placed around his abdomen as though instinctively trying to protect the life there. Lyrien's steps pause, his jaw flexing, and as though sensing his brooding presence, Rene cowers in his sleep, shrinking himself into a tinier ball; the action tightens a fist around Lyrien's chest. He hates not being able to control these rush of emotions. Having Rene's body for his sexual gratification should have been enough, yet he wants more. . . His piercing gaze takes in Rene's shivering form, 'He is sleeping so freely as though he is not afraid of catching a cold!' Lyrien seethes, but his dark expression smoothens as he leans to scoop his mate from the cold floor effortlessly. Rene feels so soft in his arms, and Lyrien feels as though he will shatter if he holds him too hard. He gently places Rene on the matt

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE**"Our scouts have noticed odd movements at these spots," Haesir says, pointing at the areas on the map with his fingers. "Two small clans have been wiped out in the space of one week, and these clans have alliances with us, it goes without doubt that the attacker aims to lure our attention," Lyrien sits silently, his expression impassive as he processes Haesir's words. Inside the meeting tent, the walls are overflowed with various maps and rolled scrolls of war information. A strange group that suddenly appeared from nowhere? No one has also seen the mysterious cult leader's face. Lyrien leans back in his chair, gripping the corners of the table, his eyes narrowing to slits at the map in front of him. Lyrien considers the unknown leader as foolish rather than brave, attacking smaller clans like a coward and dumping the dead bodies at the borders of his lands!“Spread the word to all the patrols,” Lyrien says finally as he pushes himself away from the table.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN * * Loud male voices wake Rene from the dreamless slumber; it had been difficult for him to fall asleep last night, too overwhelmed with the sadness that he hadn't been able to see Soral one last time and say goodbye. The noises outside grow louder, and Rene gets up from the bed; there seems to be a heated argument going on. The cool morning fresh air hits his face as he walks out of the tent, curiously locating the source of the quarrel. His flustered gaze catches onto where Lyrien stands, an intimidating chill surrounding him; Kai and his mate are also present. Rene's eyes slowly shift to the other warrior, Horden, to see him dragging out a battered, lifeless body by the leg like a trophy. "The prisoner was trying to escape, he resisted when I tried to bring him back. I may have used a bit of force, but I didn't mean to kill him..." Rene's eyes are frozen with terror, a tormented sound that he cannot hold back wrenches from his lips, causing the hea

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE * * Rene convulses from Lyrien's threats. . . Promise, his ear barely registering the sound of belt unbuckling until he feels Lyrien's heavy meat nestling against his entrance, an inch of it slipping inside. He knows better than to fight Lyrien when he wants something—not that he will care anyway—but in this case, something is different. Rene doesn’t feel the usual pain when Lyrien's cock slowly pushes into him against his will. He does enter without asking, yes, but he is almost being . . . gentle. The sharp burn of Lyrien's usually rough treatment is absent today and instead of pain, Rene feels a different sensation, a full sensation that tingles his sensitive spot with pleasure when Lyrien buries his entire length. "When I take you, you will look at me,” Lyrien commands huskily. He exhales roughly when Rene's hazel eyes lift to his obediently before slanting then downward to look at their joining. Lyrien cups Rene's throat, his thumb brushing over Ren