All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

I try to recall my own defenses, but it’s been long enough, and I dropped them with such relief, I hardly remember how to make my expression blank. Looking at Tandie helps, though. Her face is stone.“You need to come back to Salt Mountain, man. Is there somewhere we can go to talk?” He glances meaningfully to where Pritchard lurks a few feet away, his gaze passing right over me. It’s weird how quickly I grew accustomed to being seen. It feels strange to be invisible again.“We can talk here,” Alec says.Leith shifts so he’s giving Pritchard his back and leans forward over the table. “There’s been a coup, man.” Leith pauses for Alec’s reaction.Alec’s face doesn’t even twitch.“Conall left to handle the shit at Quarry Pack, and it’s like Bram was waiting for it. He had it all planned, and most of the unmated Shaws were in on it. We were at the evening meal, and the whole hall broke out in a melee. Two-on-one, three-on-one, whatever it took. Blackburns are in the front seats now, the S

He gestures to Leith, who’s pulled up a yard or so behind us, to stay put and strides toward the house, fearless, walking in like he owns the place. The house is so small, it only takes him a few minutes to come back out, his face grim, his expression bright with anger. He’s got Miss Nola’s purse and one of my winter sweaters.As he stalks back to me, he holds the sweater up. There’s something on it, grease or oil, like it’s been used as a rag. He shakes it at me. “This is yours.” It’s not really a question, but I nod.“You didn’t leave it wadded up on the kitchen floor.”“No.” I left it in my dresser with the rest of the clothes I didn’t have room to bring with me when I left.“Get on,” he snarls as he pitches the sweater on the ground behind him, hands Miss Nola’s purse to me, and straddles the seat, kicking the engine back on.“Alec?”He reaches back, grabs my arms, and wraps them back around his middle. “They didn’t let her take her stuff with her,” he says.“What are we going to

“Last chance,” Alec says, as cool and unaffected as if he’s facing off against them in a game beside the river. “Where’s Nola Murphy?”Bram lifts his chin to look over Alec’s shoulder. “What do you say, Fluffa? After we deal with your mate, I’ll let my boys work that extra weight off you, and maybe I’ll give you another chance to get on your knees for me.”Leith moves faster than any male I’ve ever seen in human form.With an unholy howl, Alec swings his hammer in an arc, but before it’s even over his head, Leith has leapt past him and tackled Bram, knocking him onto his back on the hearth, out of the range of Alec’s reach. Alec can’t stop the swing; he can only redirect it toward the crowd. It whooshes through the air as males flail and fling themselves backward to avoid impact, knocking each other over like dominos.As soon as he can redirect the hammer, Alec spins, sprinting toward Bram, murder blazing in his eyes, but Leith is in the way, knocking the bigger male back and forth li

I walk closer, but I don’t get near enough to get hit by flying rock. I don’t want him to stop before he feels done.The pack stares, eyes round and jaws gaping, and even though Brenda and some of the higher ranking Camerons and Munroes dart glances at each other, no one is stupid enough to open their mouth. Leith watches with his arms folded, a foot resting on Bram’s chest, an amused quirk on his lips.By the time Alec’s done, there’s a fine coating of gray dust covering his dark hair, and his grimy sleeveless undershirt is plastered to his skin. There is a house worth of rubble where the big furnace has always been. Even when it fell into disrepair, its bones had still stood, but it’s gone now. It’s a pile of debris.Alec lets the hammer fall to his side, and the head falls to the ground with a thud. He strides over to me, dragging it along, his breath ragged. He stops when we’re nose to nose.“I am sorry,” he says, low enough so that only I can hear. “For what I said, and what I di

Both females are suitably impressed, and they want to open the drawers and push the buttons, but I keep them moving and show them the great room with the woodstove, the two bedrooms, and the master bath. I built an annex for Miss Nola with her own bed and bath and a door to the outside should she ever want it.There’s not much in the way of decorations or curtains or furniture, but it’ll come. Cadoc has taken to loaning me out on occasion to advise on projects at Quarry Pack and North Border, and he lets me keep the payment. He says it’s good for diplomacy, and all I can say to that is better him worrying about such things than me. As long as I’m not gone too long, I’ll take the cash.There is a woven rag rug in the middle of the great room, and that’s where I plop Maisie so she can explore. Like usual, she’s not inclined to venture forth until she’s had a nice long time to play with her feet and tell the cabin at large a long, involved story in baby babble.I sit and relax on the sof