All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

“That fat idiot claimed you in the middle of a pack gathering,” Fraser sputters. “She made it everyone’s business.”My chest rumbles, but it’s not my wolf. He’s given up on freedom, so he’s lounging on his haunches, licking the spot where his leg meets his crotch. In general, my wolf has no time for the family. He can outrun, outfight, and outhunt them all, so he basically sees them as dumb animals too slow and weak to bother with. He’s not far off base.I flex my pecs and bear down until the rumbling fades.“It’s not anyone’s concern,” I say. Maybe if I repeat myself using different words it’ll sink in.“You think any Blackburn or Munroe would accept that pig as alpha female?” Fraser asks.“If she’s not lowest ranked in the whole damn pack, she’s got to be next in line,” Hamish adds his two cents.“That Boyle female who cleans the Blackburn place has got something wrong with her face,” my cousin Wallace pipes up.“Yeah, but she’s not fat,” my cousin Lyle points out, his mouth full of

I sigh. This is why I don’t lose my temper. If you’re the one who has to fix things, it’s not nearly as satisfying to tear shit down.Flora’s face comes to mind, unbidden. Not her beautiful, drowsy eyes when she’s sucking cock, but her expression right before I said what I did. She was looking to me to protect her.She thought I would.And all I could think about was Bram fucking Blackburn.There’s a busted chair missing two legs by my feet. I grab it and throw it through a piece of sheetrock hanging by a thread from a wall joint.It doesn’t do any good, and it doesn’t make me feel any better, and ain’t that just like me these days?Acting like I’ve got no sense.Breaking things I’m responsible for tending.Fucking things up past all possible hope of repair.OceanofPDF.com4FLORAI’ve never visited the gray wolf’s den before, but I know where it is. Every pup has been warned to steer clear unless you want to end up filling her belly as she uses your bones as toothpicks.I figured ou

“But after, I can walk away? Or am I tied to him then?” I feel the bond flow around the hand I’ve still got pressed to my chest like sand through a sieve.Her lip quirks. “You can walk. Run. Whatever suits you.”I nod. I don’t expect anything to be easy. Nothing ever has been. “So is there a place where I can go?”“There’s a place,” she says. “A new pack. A brand-new alpha. It’ll be a hike. Several days on foot.”I shrug. I’m on my feet all day, every day. How much harder can it be to move in a forward direction than to stand in one spot?“Can I go now?” I ask. “Today?”She nods, rising to her feet. “I’ll draw you a map.”She makes her way to a delicate writing desk pushed against a wall. When she has her hand on the drawer, she looks over her shoulder. “Nothing except the mate is guaranteed, you know that right? You can walk all the way there, and when you settle in, it might all go to shit, and you might get nothing you want. It might be worse than here. You might cry yourself to sl

See if I can scent Flora.My wolf whines. He wants to go, too, but not that way. He’s straining, all his focus to the south.How much longer can she be? She’s like me. She doesn’t have friends, and she’s not one to shoot the shit.I roll my shoulders and tug my shirt a few times to air myself out. It doesn’t help much. I’m soaked with sweat.I trot up to the front door and give it a quick rap. This time, it opens right away, like Miss Nola was standing right next to it. She still keeps it on the chain, but I take a few steps back to give her space.Her expression is different, a bit less hostile, a touch more confused.“Is she going to be back soon, ma’am?”Miss Nola doesn’t answer right away.“If you tell me where she’s gone, I’ll just go find her there. I need to go to the shop. Get some screws for that trunk of yours. The hinge is falling off.”I don’t know why I’m running off at the mouth. It’s not like I’m intimidated. It’s just that Miss Nola’s wariness doesn’t sit well. It make

Alec’s wolf smells delicious, like a crock pot of mulling spices and a thick, warm puffer jacket during the first snowfall of winter. It stirs a feeling in my stomach, an anticipation edged with a strange nostalgia. I’m missing something I’ve never had. I inhale as deeply as I can. I want to keep it in my lungs.“You’re going to get into trouble.” I bet no one but the laundry is going to notice or care that I’m gone, but Alec is a different story. His family, at least, will come after him. He’s their chance at the top spot in the pack. They won’t like it if they find him with me.“You’ve got to go back,” I tell him as I scratch and nuzzle. It feels like I’m talking to an old friend I never had.Alec’s wolf whines, ducking and craning to lick my forearm, my nose, under my chin. I giggle. It tickles. “Seriously, you have to go back. You’ll get me into trouble.”The wolf’s ears are pricked, so he’s listening, but I don’t think he understands. He’s all over me, snuffling the crook of my n