All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Wrenlee doesn’t even pause to sniff the air. She has no idea she’s being followed. It makes my gut ache.What is she doing out here? Meeting a male? She wouldn’t.Still, even the idea sends adrenaline crashing through me. My wolf surges forward. An image flashes in my brain—he tackles her, driving her to her hands and knees as he snarls and roars and sinks his fangs into that pulsing neck until her fear seeps strongly enough from her pores to calm him. I want that. I need it. But she isn’t ours.She isn’t ours.A female who allows herself to be marked by a male who isn’t her mate is beyond ruined. She has no value. No protection.I hold him back by the skin of my teeth. And he holds me.Of course, there isn’t another male waiting for her when she finally gets to her destination. There’s a garden. A very small, sad one.The dirt is cracked, more like dried putty than earth. There are tiny green buds planted in neat lines, but they don’t look like they’re doing very well. The ones still

“Goddamn it,” John Broom swears. His round, chapped face appears over the platform twenty feet above me. “Wrenlee, I’ve got my hands full. Can you bring that back up?”I’m already hauling myself to my feet. I’ve never had a problem with John, despite the putty knife incident, and lately, he’s been downright kind. He and his brothers keep me busy most days, and they don’t ogle me or call me names. They don’t try to talk to me either, and that’s fine.I grab the bucket, hook it over my elbow, and then twist the bottom of my shift and tuck it into my smock strings, freeing my legs to climb. Since the temperature has been dropping by the day, I’m wearing my thick woolen tights, so at least the gawkers won’t get much of a show. The bosses don’t like females climbing the scaffolding, but sometimes, it’s unavoidable.I’m careful as I climb, holding the metal bars with both hands and wedging a foot firmly in each crosshatch before I haul myself up to the next. The wind is constant now, calmin

With a final deep exhale, he breaks in front of us, elongating, lowering, changing. The air rings with the crunch of bone, but he doesn’t make a sound, then his wolf is standing there on four legs, shaking out his thick, shiny pelt. I’ve never seen his color before. He’s white on his muzzle, inner legs, and chest, but his nose and haunches are almost orange, and the rest of him is rich brown mixed with a rusty red.He’s massive. He could eat us in two bites. My wolf whines and bares her neck.His wolf chuffs a few times, ignoring her completely, and trots into the river about ten feet downstream. He’s quick about it, dashing back to shore as soon as he’s dunked himself. Then he strolls back to where my wolf is frozen, huddled half in and half out of the water. He stares majestically into the middle distance as water drips from his magnificent pelt.My wolf peeks up at him. She’s ninety-nine percent terrified, but there’s a spark of curiosity in her. His coat is very pretty. It’s even

“If you can’t see your way to killing him, I suppose his arms and legs will do.” He flashes a bitter grin.Yeah, we’re definitely beginning to understand each other.“Eldrick and the rest are idiots, but you do realize this shit is obvious as hell.” I mean, I’ll still do it, but I feel like I should point that out.Amir’s grin widens, flashing his descended blinding-white incisors. “I’m not trying to be subtle. I was figuring you weren’t, either.”True enough. “Should I even ask what this certain male has done?”His grin disappears. “He’s keeping something that belongs to me, and he needs to be reminded to handle it with care.” Amir’s face says he’s done talking about it.“It’ll have to wait until my mate is settled.” My mate. It’s the first time I’ve said it. I scrub my chest where the bond between us flows, sure and steady. I can’t fuck this up, not any more than I have already.“Of course.” Amir claps me on the shoulder. “That was a badass dive, by the way. And you made me fifty no

At a loss, I follow my instincts. I grab Wrenlee’s hand and lead her toward the water pail, stopping to grab my mess kit. I sit her down on the stump, and thank Fate, she goes along with it. I fetch a tin cup and dip her a drink.She accepts it, careful to make sure our fingers don’t brush. She sips primly, but she doesn’t stop until she’s drained it.I refill it as soon as she’s done.She keeps peeking up at me, her cheeks blushing darker and darker. I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel hulking and ham-handed and exposed. I pretend to look at something past the tree line in the woods, but I’m stealing glances at her, too. She’s pretty as a picture.Her shift is tight, squishing her breasts down and creating a deep crease where they’re squashed together. She doesn’t have a lot up top, so she doesn’t spill out of her dress like some, and I’ve never seen this much of her. I’ve felt her though. She let me cup her when we kissed. She was panting so hard, whining in her throat, so b