All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Nia grunts, and her boots hit the floor. She must have had them propped up under the table. “You don’t have to have pups if you don’t want.”Drona, Arly, and Rae look at her like she’s spouting bullshit.“Make him use a condom.” Nia folds her arm so tight her leather jacket squeaks.“Cadoc Collins isn’t a lap dog like your Pritchard.” Drona thins her lips. “Cadoc will want his own heir, and he’ll get him.” Drona turns to me. “You need to decide whether you’re okay with him taking your pup over to the other side of the lake. It’d be best if you are. If you can’t abide that, you need to start thinking real hard.”I drop my cup, rattling the saucer.“Didn’t consider that, did you?” Drona keeps on, no mercy. “You think the nobs are gonna let their future Alpha be raised as a scavenger? There’s no way.”All my innards sink. For the first time in days, I’m freezing cold.“Don’t condoms get busted by the knot?” Arly asks, oblivious to the tension.“You’ve got to be careful. Don’t roll it dow

The human businessman. They’re called sharks. The name fits.My heart stammers, and my face flushes. The bond comes to life.Nia and Seth have bent their heads. That’s what you do when the alpha or his heir enters a room or walks past. I don’t mean not to bend mine, but I hesitate, and then by no conscious decision on my part, I’m stuck with my head raised, frozen by his inscrutable regard, and I can’t even lower my eyes.My wolf rouses herself to sit upright, and her head cocks. She regards him right back, and she notices something that I’m too intimidated to see, a silver glimmer behind his eyes.He’s standing there, the lord of all he surveys, per usual, and his expression and stance—everything down to his precise haircut with its ruler straight edges—it all says that he’s the dominant wolf. He’ll approach us when he wants, or we’ll come to him, if that’s what he prefers. He’s the alpha in all but name. That’s what anyone would see. That’s reality.But it occurs to me as the second

“I don’t want any of this, you know. I don’t want to have sex with you, and I sure don’t want pups or a mate or any of it. If I had an out, I’d take it, same as you.”I can’t see his reaction. I’m staring at the wrinkled yellow and green and pink and orange paisley swirls of my sundress while I knead it in my damp palms.The seconds tick by. He’s silent, but he’s also so present—his pine and wood scent, his steady breathing, the bond humming, undisturbed by all the tension in the air.“I won’t let it be bad,” he finally says, so certain it’s a vow. That’s another thing about nobs. They don’t know when they’re lying to themselves.It is a sign of goodwill, though, and I can hear Drona’s coldly pragmatic voice in my head. You gotta play this smart.“I don’t want a pup,” I say to my lap.“What?”“We have to make sure there aren’t any babies.”“Will you look at me if we’re gonna talk about this?” There’s a new sharpness in his tone. I must have pushed him too far.I bend my neck, dipping

“Dingleberries,” she says. We both crack up.“How about him? What’s he smell like?” Nia nods at Derwyn Collins. He’s skulking out by a hedge a few yards away, playing on his phone, glancing over every so often. I think he’s keeping tabs on me.“Wood, but in a bad way.” Happily, he’s far enough away that I only catch a whiff when the wind blows in our direction. “Does this seriously last until Cadoc and I do it?”“Yup. All dudes stink until you bang your chosen one.”I sigh and snuggle into my new jacket. “Well, I guess it won’t be all bad, then, if it makes the smells go away.”“It doesn’t have to be bad at all. You have to tell him what you want.” Nia rolls over and rests her head in her hand.“How do you know what you want?” I mean, I do touch myself. I know what I like when I’m going lone wolf, so to speak. But I just can’t imagine Cadoc Collins circling my clit at a steady pace for ten minutes and then tweaking my nipples while rubbing a smidge harder until I come. And my skin’s a

I head for the back row, and everything’s normal. Female voices echo off the low ceilings. Metal locker doors slam. I peel off my shirt and hesitate for just a second. The cool air is amazing against my clammy skin.“Now,” a female snaps.They’re on me before I can scent them. They grab my legs and yank my arms behind my back. I can’t kick. I can only wrench my shoulder sockets. I buck, but there are too many of them. Brynn, Teagan, at least four others. They rip off my shorts with my panties, ducking my flailing legs and laughing.I squeeze my thighs together, and they grab me again, more hands than necessary, all pinching, squeezing, smacking.They shout. Hoot.My hair’s come loose. Strands are stuck in my mouth, and I can’t get them out because my arms are pinned. I spit and try to cry for help, but my throat’s seized up, and their howls drown out my rasping, “Nia. Nia.”Gracie Beddoe and Mina Scurlock huddle against the lockers, turning their faces away. They can’t help.My wolf l