บททั้งหมดของ The Tyrant alpha: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

This is the male I see around the village during the day, up on a roof with a hammer or loading up the back of a pickup truck. All business, economical movements, and easy efficiency.First, he quickly unpacks and sorts my backpack. My clothes go in a neat stack, thick hoodie and jeans at the bottom, panties and bras on top. My cheeks don’t even warm. My reactions have been shorted out.He takes my one pair of sweatpants and tugs them on, pulling the drawstring tight so they stay on his hips. They come to mid-calf on him, and they’re pale yellow. Somehow, with his tan skin, they look good.The food goes in another pile, cans in a row, boxes stacked. Personal care products go in another—my little floral makeup bag, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, a bar of soap wrapped in a blue handkerchief.The rest goes in its own small pile. A box of kitchen matches. A small, rusty hatchet that was at the bottom of the trunk where I keep the Weedwacker. A brown envelope with pictures of my dam and

ALECI don’t really sleep, and I get up around daybreak to get some feeling back in my body and see about rustling up breakfast. Flora is curled up on her side, knees tucked to her chest, snoring softly. Her braid is coming undone. My fingers itch to touch it. Her hair is soft as hell.I shake out my arms and legs, shuck my sweats, and shift. My wolf bolts for Flora, but I quickly pull up the reins and steer him away, reminding him that we’re away from pack territory and surrounded by unknowns.He grumbles, but he’s happy enough to go for a quick run, checking the perimeter I marked off last night, spraying some fresh piss. Nothing had the balls to come too close in the dark, but I catch the trail of a bobcat that came right up to the line before he changed his mind. He’s long gone, and I can’t imagine bobcat tastes very good. I don’t bother tracking him.I frighten a fat hare out of a thicket, but I hold the wolf back. I’m not bringing a dead rabbit back to Flora. I’ve already fucke

“I’m your mate. You can’t change it. Bram Blackburn’s out. Sorry.”She stops in her tracks. The backpack hits the ground with a thud. The pink spots on her cheeks have spread all the way from her hairline to her neck. Her brown eyes spark, and all I want to do is toss her onto her back and drive my cock between her legs, fuck her until she makes those little squeaky shrieks she does when she comes, until she forgets about everything else.How is that wrong?How the fuck do I get there from here?“I don’t w-want Bram Blackburn,” she growls.“Then why’d you let him fuck you?” I’m raising my voice, and I swear I know better. I never yell at females. “Scrip? Was that it? You could’ve come to me, Flora. Damn it.”Her mouth drops into a little ‘o.’ For a second, there’s nothing but a crushing silence, punctuated by the chirping of one goddamn whippoorwill.My lungs freeze.She explodes.“You want to know why I let Bram Blackburn fuck me? No. No. Screw you.”Her biceps bunch, and her hands f

He checks over his shoulder, sees nothing, and turns back to face her.She exhales, rolling her eyes, and peels off her top. My wolf’s adrenaline rushes. He’s about to see fur.She shucks her pants, bra, and panties, folding them into neat squares, and tucks them into the pack, all while trying to cover her boobs and keep her pussy hidden by squeezing her thighs together.I almost rip our skin back, but I’ve got some sense left. And I don’t want to give up this giggling Flora quite yet. It occurs to me that I haven’t seen her smile in years. When we first started hooking up, she’d be smiling when we’d meet up in the band storage room or wherever. Somewhere along the way, she got serious.I was so distracted by her tits and being mad she wasn’t my mate that I didn’t notice.What else have I missed?Flora closes her eyes, scrunches her face, and with a smothered moan of pain, she becomes her wolf.Her animal’s even bigger close up. She’s a beast. Easily the biggest female in the pack.M

“Yeah.”She lets out a quiet giggle, arching her back to dunk her hair again. Her tits thrust high, and they’re so big and slick and wet. My mouth waters.“My wolf could’ve handled it, you know. She’s huge.” She peeks at me, her eyes light with a hazy twinkle. “You got in her way.”I want to be mad, but I can’t be when she’s looking at me like this. “It’s not your job.”“It’s yours?”I grunt, letting my body float closer to where she’s lazily swishing her head from side to side through the water. She doesn’t move away. My cock has never been so hard, nor my balls so shriveled. The river is fucking frigid. Flora doesn’t seem to mind at all. She’s in heaven.“What is?” she asks idly.My face burns. “Protecting you.”“You suck at your job.” She gives me a faint, disappointed frown, and I want to fight myself.“Maybe.”For a second, the dreamy, vague expression in her eye clears, and she looks at me like she used to, before I screwed up our mating, before I dropped her for Isla. It’s this