Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Tyrant alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Killian’s a dick, but Lochlan is a “back in the day” type. You know, “back in the day” bitches presented at command. None of this mating-for-life bullshit. “Back in the day” the alpha put down defective wolves. For their own good. This, of course, is always said within my hearing while eyeing my bum leg.I’m not afraid of Lochlan, but I’m terrified of all the packmates who think like him and keep it on the down low. I’m scared they’ll outnumber Killian’s crew, and I won’t see it coming in time to run.I can live with our current level of backwards, but I’m not going face down, ass up because some higher-ranking male wants to scratch an itch. Screw that. I’ve got cash in a jar buried behind my cabin. I’ve got options.As Tye and Lochlan make their way to the center of the room and square off, Killian bends forward in his metal folding chair, bracing his forearms on his thick thighs. It might as well be a throne. The huge fireplace at his back frames him in stone and fire, and no one da

Out of nowhere, without waiting for his nod of approval, Haisley Byrne saunters to the dais, steps up to Killian, wraps her arms around his neck, and shoves her boobs into his side. Then she rises up on her tiptoes and kisses him full on the mouth. He goes rigid.He doesn’t avert his eyes. He’s looking at me while she sucks his face. No.Ours.An inhuman wail—both a yowl and a roar—fills my ears from inside my skull.My spine rips out of my skin.Pain cascades through me, bursting from the inside out, an explosion of splintering bone and shredding muscle. I’m dying. I’m being torn apart.I scream, collapsing to the ground. My joints break with a sick pop, and I lay powerless against the contortions, staring unblinking at the dais. Haisley’s jaw has dropped. Killian’s—holding himself back?His fists are clenched, his teeth gritted, as if he’s straining to control himself.My vision is like a camera focusing. Everything is small and far away, and then it’s close and bright and too vivid

We paid for Old Noreen’s massage chair. A rental on the far side of town so Kennedy can shift in private. Annie’s books and music and movie subscriptions. Video games for my old foster brother Fallon that he resells to all his friends who haven’t made the cut to fight on the circuit yet.I force myself to count so I don’t drown in the hole Killian shoved me into. I’m dangling, holding on for dear life, nails dug into a slippery edge, but I’m not nothing.I might not be male or mated—I might not have a father or uncle to “protect” me—but I have something to show for my life.The coop and bee yard at Abertha’s cottage. The patches of strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and rhubarb. Our plot of medicinal herbs—calendula, peppermint, lemon balm, and chamomile. The greenhouse that the girls and I built ourselves.We all have phones. Even Old Noreen so she can call her sister in Moon Lake whenever she wants.Kennedy’s video game consoles. Mari’s sexy party dresses and high heels that s

Of course, that’s not possible. The wolf and I are two forms, but one being. We don’t have different concerns. That’s a faulty construct. Like pain. It’s in your head. It’s not real. We are our wolves. Period. Every pup who was raised right knows that.Your wolf’s hungry? You’re hungry. You’re pissed? Your wolf’s pissed. Simple.“I dropped her behind the lodge,” Tye says.“By the dumpsters?” My shoulder blades clench. I have to focus on the muscles to relax. The heat isn’t doing it.“Haisley and her crew were gathered up front. I figure I’d give Una a head start.”“Goddamn.”My father never had to deal with this kind of shit. Females would have never dared to shift unbidden. Or approach the alpha and lay claim to him in front of the pack.Or rub up on him uninvited, for that matter.“Haisley’s getting above herself.” It’s my fault. I guess I’ve let her suck my dick a few too many times.Tye settles his arms along the back of the bench. “You should talk to Dermot.”“She’s not gonna lis

“Let’s get you out of there.” She reaches in, yelping when a thorn scratches her forearm. “I’m sorry Una’s little wolf. This isn’t going to be as gentle as I’d like.”She grabs my hind legs and drags me out from the underbrush. I whine. The pain is so allencompassing, my bad leg hurts no worse than the other.“There we go.” Abertha plops on her butt—as always, amazingly agile for a female her age— and she cuddles me between her legs, smoothing a hand over my flanks. I whimper.“You need to shift back, Una, love. I can’t help you like this.”I don’t want to. I don’t want to think as well as feel. Feeling is already too much.“Come on, now, brave girl. Come on,” she coaxes. I lay there, spent and shivering. She sighs. “It’ll go easier on you if you decide to do it yourself.” I can’t. I don’t have the energy.Abertha scoots back, giving me space. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now, shift!”There’s power in her voice. I have no choice. My body buckles, limbs unfolding, and I bow with