Semua Bab The Tyrant alpha: Bab 351 - Bab 360

It was all an accident. John dropped a putty knife from his scaffold, and the handle clipped me on the shoulder. Clay turned into his wolf so quickly, leaping up and knocking John off his platform and into the dirt, it was almost like he flip-shifted, morphing in the blink of an eye from man to wolf, wasting not even a second in transition. No one can do that except Killian Kelly from Quarry Pack and the ferals from the Last Pack, though.The Claws found out, and they’ve been after Clay to apprentice with them. He should. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime offer, a huge step up in rank. He’d be stupid not to do it. Three meals a day instead of two, and eventually, a room of his own in the Claws’ bunkhouse.My heart drops at the thought. No more kisses. No more company on the walk home. Clay’s been following me to my house to make sure I get there safely ever since I got winged by the putty knife and he told me that I’m only supposed to help him. I guess I’ve been spoiled by the attention. Even

“Go home now! Get!” Clay finally snarls, the words ringing out. It’s a slap to the face, a switch to my wolf’s haunches. I grab my skirts, trip backwards, dodge left, and bolt with the laughter of the males and gasps of the females nipping at my heels.I run as fast as I can, but it’s still not fast enough to escape the sound of Clay’s wolf howling a clear warning in my wake.Leave.Go.Don’t come back.Not my mate.Not mine.2WRENLEEI race uphill along the switchback that leads to town, through the towering riverfront gates with the phases of the moon wrought in iron at the top—a symbol, we were always told, that North Border welcomes all shifters from every pack and continent, as long as they work and pledge their allegiance.Flying down the grand boulevard, I pass the Hunters’ hall and the library where the Books and Numbers hunch behind their big slab desks. I swerve around the big marble fountain and sprint straight through the market square. The shopkeepers have long since sto

I might not be strong or brave, but I’m intrepid for a female Ditch, and if that hasn’t done anything for me yet, it will. The alternative is taking whatever gets dished out, day after day, year after year, until I’m the one collapsed like a rag doll, half on the floor, half propped against a wall, mouthing for my young to run because I’m too beat down to protect them.I scrub the last tears from my eyes and exhale. It hasn’t been ten seconds, but I don’t need them all. I struggle to sit up, swallowing a whimper of pain, and scowl at my dirt patch. It’s easy enough to know what to do next.Weed.I swear a dozen sprang up in the few minutes I was feeling sorry for myself.I maneuver myself creakily to my knees and begin plucking them out by the root. Worrying about the future can wait. I can’t stop the sun from setting or the ferals deep in the woods from howling. It’ll happen no matter how I feel. Wallowing in fear isn’t going to make anything come out right.I keep telling myself tha

CLAY“Focus!” Eldrick cuffs the side of my head, but he’s got to rise up on his toes to do it.I am focused.Way down below the training yard, Wrenlee is making her way up from the very bottom of the great stairs with a full bucket. She’s wearing a scarf today, and she’s stories beneath us. I can’t see her face. Look up. Look up.“Get your head in the game,” Eldrick snaps as he huffs and puffs and bounces on his feet.I swing a lazy blow toward him which he easily blocks.“What’s wrong with you?” He pummels my stomach a few times. He can’t reach much higher without exposing his own midsection. My muscles flex out of instinct. I wish I could leave them soft and feel the pain. I deserve it.Wrenlee isn’t my mate. I knew after that first kiss when she didn’t go into heat. A good male would have left it there, but I was selfish. The way she looked in the shed—flushed and happy, her shy smile, her arms winding around my neck, her tits pressed to my chest, her heart thumping through her shi

“Now, you know no one will believe that, but if it’s true—” Eldrick smiles ear to ear. “I’m sure Alpha would pay double. Of course, you have no say in the matter. You aren’t her mate. And somehow, I suspect that when her true mate does find her, he won’t be too pleased that another male tested out his property. If there is no one with rank to stay him, he might hand her over to Alpha for free.”My wolf is still and silent. I can hear everything. A hawk screeching above the temple’s highest tower. Trowels scraping against stone a hundred yards below us. The blood running cold in my veins.I do what I have to do.I tilt my head. It’s the closest to baring my neck that my wolf will allow. And I take my place in the middle of the chalked square. I place my feet shoulder-width apart, one in front of the other. I point my front foot at a 45-degree angle, bend my knees, and distribute my weight evenly between my legs and the balls of my feet.Isaac joins me. I tap fists with him, and I wait