All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Alec groans and shoves my head closer, smushing my nose against his pubic bone. Oh. I kind of got distracted and stopped sucking. Not like you can suck much with a dick this far down your throat. I wiggle my tongue as much as I can, and that seems to do the trick. He moans and lets up a little. I can take a full breath again.He used to come in two or three minutes flat. I guess because he has more experience at this point, it takes a lot longer now.My stomach hurts at the thought, but there’s nothing I can do. At least he’s not dating Isla Sinclair anymore. That was the worst three months of my life. I’m sure Alec didn’t tell her about what we do, but she must have sensed something because she ganged up with Rhona and Greer to make my life miserable. It wasn’t like Alec and I fooled around when they were together. He pretended I didn’t exist like everyone else.Alec’s muscular thighs are tensing, and he’s loosened his grip on the back of my head to stroke my hair. He’s close. I rela

Something’s terribly wrong.The males are all naked, and I’m throbbing between the legs, and the air reeks. The only thing stopping me from hurling is the scent of Alec’s shirt. What is that stench? Something died. Something very big.“What the fuck is Fluffa doing?” Rhona says to Greer.Isla finally lifts her foot off the damn shorts and dashes to a safe distance like I’m it, and this is tag. “She’s sniffing someone’s sweaty shirt.”There is a chorus of female disgust, but I can’t put the shirt down. If I do, I’ll throw up in front of everyone. I want to stand, but someone has crowded too close behind me, and if I try to get to my feet without bracing my hands on the ground, I’ll lose my balance. If I brace, I’ll be presenting my ass to whoever’s up in my space.Except for that guy, my packmates are backing away, forming a new ring so I’m on stage left, and opposite me, Alec is standing stage right, his posture deliberately unconcerned, his expression blank.He’s my mate.It’s like a

I left Miss Nola’s dinner back at the gathering place. She doesn’t leave our cabin. She’ll have gone to bed hungry.I left everyone’s clothes on the ground, too. I’m going to get in trouble for that.Alec will probably be back to the village soon.Inside my wolf, my hands ball into fists. I won’t care. I drag his cold, distant face up in my mind and force myself to remember how he wouldn’t meet my eyes, not even for a second, not even with this thing lodged in our chests, harnessing us together.Like I’m a stranger, and we haven’t been sneaking off together for years. Like we haven’t known each other our whole lives.Like I’m not even a person.The urge to keep running comes over me again, to just leave it all behind, erase him like he erased me, but there’s another voice inside me now. Not my wolf, and not quite me, either.Miss Nola needs to eat, the voice says.And if you’re going to leave, be smart. Get your clothes.If you leave, don’t leave them a damn thing.OceanofPDF.com2FL

“Flora?” Miss Nola calls, her thin voice wavering.“It’s just me.” I step out of the parlor so she can see me. She can scent me, but if she can’t see me, her anxiety tends to get the best of her.“Oh, there you are.” She pauses. She’s still wearing her worn flannel nightgown. She gets up and ready early, but not at the crack of dawn. “Tea?”“Yes, ma’am.” I kick off my shoes and follow her into the kitchen.“No one’s with you?” she asks, squinting past me.“No.”“I heard a male.”“It was just Alec Cameron. He’s gone now,” I tell her. “No one’s outside except Harriet.”She makes her way to the stove, her trembling fingers skimming the baker’s rack and the table like she does, as if she’s reassuring herself that everything’s where it’s supposed to be. She fills the kettle and puts it on.I get the milk from the fridge. “I’m sorry if you were scared.”She waves me away. “I was up anyway.” It’s not an answer to what I said, but that’s how she does. She steps over things she’d rather not ac

I bend over, brace my hands on my thighs, and breathe. What I don’t do is lose it. I’m not an animal.I stand up straight, pull it together, and walk calmly around to the front of the house. I trip up the steps like I’m not a stray spark away from combusting, and stride into the common room. The pipe tobacco’s as thick in the air as the smell of bacon. The Cameron males sprawled around the table fall silent, but there’s still a lot of hacking coughs and forks clacking against plates.Uncle Fraser pushes back from the table, his chair screeching as it scrapes the linoleum. At the sudden noise, Granddad sputters in his chair in the corner, but he doesn’t wake up. At least someone’s covered his knees with a quilt. Probably Trevor, the exile from Moon Lake who showed up a few years back and didn’t leave after Aunt Shona made the mistake of feeding him.“Where you been?” Fraser barks.“What? I report to you?” I puff my chest. Since that shit with Flora went down, I’ve been swelling. The cu