Alle Kapitel von My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO**Lyrien recoils, his eyes filling with dreadful ice. Pregnant. Yara's words burn through Rene's ears like a harsh slap; it snaps him back to reality. Lyrien certainly didn't waste much time to get this female with his child!"You are lying!" The surge of anger that Lyrien feels is tempered by a growing sense of unease gnawing and seizing him as he gazes at Rene, who seems to have withdrawn into himself; the golden flecks in his eyes are now dim with hurtful tears. Rene perceives the whiff of Yara's scent as a Beta; she didn't possess a phenomenal scent before, but now, he can perceive the faint smell of it. A scent very similar to Lyrien's. One that cannot be mistaken."It's true, you can ask the healer to test my pheromones, I'm pregnant with your child. I cannot lie to you about something as serious as this!" Yara says fervently, and then she beams with a triumphant smile, her palms cradling her belly. "This calls for a celebration, it's the goddess's bless

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR * * "Lyrien?” Haesir takes a quick intake of breath, watching his cousin's broad back as he crouches against the mud, the trees, dead wood and branches surrounding them. For the first time, Haesir looks doubtful, uncertain about how to speak the words aloud, but then again, he is certain that Lyrien already knows it, too. Yet the warrior has not spoken a word since dawn and now, it's nearly dusk. "Looks like your mate left intentionally," Lyrien's back muscle stiffens, and his brow knits into a brooding stare; the imprints of horseshoes on the soil end in this particular spot, the rest of it completely washed by the rain. Slowly, he turns and meets Haesir's gaze, he looks ready to kill. His eyes are bloodshot and red at the rim, and several wet strands of hair have fallen across his face, giving him the semblance of a deadly predator even as he blows out chill air through his nostril. Without a word, Lyrien climbs and fastens his horse, leaving the group

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX**"Rene. . .?" Rene flinches at the sound of the voice, low and repulsive, as he gazes in shock; the memories of their last encounter jar through his brain, hitting him like a sledgehammer. Out of all the possibilities, why is it. . . Javier?!As Rene meets Javier's equally stunned stare, his fears melt away, replaced by a rising tide of anger, washing over him in a vicious, boiling wave. The nightmarish vision of Horden. . . losing the child makes his head foggy. The pure hate that consumes him is so intense, crushing him and leaving him breathless. Javier springs abruptly from his chair, ordering the others to leave, and they all do so, except for Soral who nervously stares from Rene to Javier. “H-How are you here?”Javier says, stepping closer in quick, heavy strides, and Rene's teeth bare, his finger clenched, preparing to shred Javier's face if he so much as touches him. "Rene!" Soral rushes to grasp Rene's hand, they need to leave!The exit is suddenl

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT**"It's just a small village, nothing worthy of your interest," Luca says worriedly, casting a nervous glance around the thick trees as the small settlement comes into view. Lyrien's booted leg steps on a dry tree branch, effectively snapping it. Debris crunchs beneath his weight.His dark stare zeroes on the bustling village at Noonday. Nothing interesting?The fact that this place is not included in his recent maps is already suspicious, Lyrien has always trusted his instincts when it comes to things like this. A whiff.Lyrien's nostrils flare, catching the faint smell lingering in his air, he inhales deeply, wanting to hold on to it. The familiarity of it teases his senses and every cell he possesses grows ravage in alert.There is no mistake in the scent. Adrenaline surges through him, propelling him forward until a small lake, which is surrounded by bushes, comes into view. And then, he sees it. A vision that tightens his throat, leaving him gasping a

CHAPTER SIXTY **Neither male moves. Tension makes time tick slower, Lyrien's sharp gaze is focused on where Javier is currently holding his mate. Not even the goddess would have been able to stop him at this moment, with a brutal roar and accurate precision, his axe flings in the next moment, latching onto Javier's wrist where he holds Rene. Javier's scream shatters the air, a deep, pained cry; he abruptly lets go of Rene. Rene stumbles backwards, unable to tear his eyes from the raging beast before him. Goosebumps spread through his body as Lyrien's gaze clash with his. It's only been a few weeks, but the brute looks different; his black hair is longer and wild, and the scar running across his eye seems deeper. Not just these, Lyrien's scent has also changed, the rainforest smell is now mixed with a tangy metal. The rusty smell of blood. The sound of horses and dust kicking into the air alerts him as more Dahome warriors approach, surrounding the entire village, several Alph