Semua Bab The Tyrant alpha: Bab 191 - Bab 200

The instant my foot hits the platform, Gwen Collins strides forward. Her glittering eyes are only for me.“What are you doing?” she hisses at him, but she stares me down. Like I’m the threat.My sluggish wolf takes it as her due. She doesn’t like this female trying to dominate our mate.“Stop this now, Cadoc,” she spits. “Before you start something you cannot win.”He ignores her, facing the crowd, readying himself for something, well past heeding any warnings. He is an alpha.My alpha.“Step back,” I tell her, cutting her off.She draws herself up, and glares down her nose, “Who do you think you—" she starts, but her words drown in my wolf’s growl which rattles my ribcage and causes the microphone to squeal.Behind her, the gathered high-ranking wolves flinch at the sound, shifting nervously. Gwen Collins doesn’t blink or budge. She grinds her teeth, the cords in her neck popping.“Run now, bog bitch, and pray my idiot son follows you,” she says. “He’s about to get himself killed, an

My mouth dry, I make my way through the main cavern, accepting the back slaps and smiles and playful, fond baring of necks. My people respect me, but it’s my mate’s wolf that’s the real power in this pack, and everyone knows it.Except maybe Rosie. She takes the mammoth inside her totally for granted. Her wolf’s not even on her radar these days.She wants her good hearing and sense of smell back. She says all food tastes canned, and to her, this is a grave insult. These past few days, she’s been complaining about her back and her hips, and she hasn’t wanted to go out foraging. We knew the time was getting near, but I’m sure as hell not ready.I don’t know what’s left undone—we’ve got the crib and the swing and diapers and bottles of creams and ointments and a hundred small suits that zip and snap. I had to annex another den to hold it all. Everyone wants to share their grown pups’ old things with us, and the gifts make Rosie cry, but in a good way, so I just stack it all up and keep m

She caught me.I breathe her in. This is my damn day.She licks my neck, burrows her snout into my shoulder, kneads my abs with her small paws. She’s a little thing with sleepy, golden eyes.I stay completely still.“You win,” I tell her. She cocks her head.And then she tenses, seizes, her teeth baring in pain.Shit. Shit. What do I do?I panic uselessly while she shifts back to human on top of me. She pants a minute, and then she pushes herself up on my chest like her wolf was doing, but now there are soft hands braced against my ribs, and beautiful naked female nestled between my sprawled legs.She looks at me and smiles. “Hi.”“Hi.”Her titties are the best titties I’ve ever seen, and I have now seen a very large number, up close and personal. They’re little handfuls, barely swells, with the prettiest quarter-sized brownish nipples, the same color as the freckles splashed across her chest.“I know you,” she says. “You’re Derwyn Collins.”“Yeah. What’s your name?” I want to say som

We trudge along the lakeside path. The pups aren’t even trying to run. They don’t have enough energy. I’m carrying my cousin Harri on my hip. His big brother Pritchard has one little sister on his shoulders and another wrapped like a monkey around his waist.It’s never been as bad as this.Even if Derwyn hadn’t ditched me like I was just some female he found in the woods, I wouldn’t claim him. I’ll never touch a nob after this. Never.Damn, Harri’s heavy. I hoist him higher.“Need a break?” Pritchard asks.“I’m good.” It’s just that I’m so sweaty. Poor little dude is slipping.Pritchard casts me a measuring glance. “You look sick. I’ve got a protein bar in my pocket. Break off a piece.”“That’s for the pups before the walk home.”“You know they won’t walk. You’ll be carrying Harri back, too. Eat something.”I shake my head. “I’m not hungry. It’s heat.”He blinks in surprise. “Who?”“Derwyn Collins.”He grimaces. “A nob. Damn, Enid.”“Yeah.” For a few minutes, after my wolf caught Derw

I reach out and rest my fingers lightly on his thick forearm. “It’s not true that we didn’t have a choice. We always have a choice. Even when the choice sucks.”His gaze drops to where I’m touching him, and even though he wasn’t moving, somehow, he becomes even more still.“You need food,” he says.“Our people need food.” I watch him carefully. Does he understand?He raises his eyes to stare into the room where our packmates are slumped on tables, conserving energy, huddled together to comfort each other as best as we can, with closeness and warmth.Derwyn’s jaw firms and his spine straightens. “Okay. Look for me tonight,” he says. And then—so quickly that I can’t decide whether to let him or not—he plants a kiss on my lips.He’s gone before I remember to breathe again.I don’t have the patience to wait around for anything, especially not when my body’s nearly quivering with nerves or hormones or magic or whatever’s going on, so I end up hanging out in front of Pritchard’s trailer wit