Semua Bab The Tyrant alpha: Bab 401 - Bab 410

Some of the tension seeps out of my shoulders after I pop the lock in the bathroom. It’s not strong enough to keep anyone out, but if someone forced the door while the shower is running, it’d be loud enough to give me warning. I slide the wicker hamper in front of the door for good measure, wedging it as best I can under the knob. Then I get the wooden broom out of the linen closet and lean it on the wall next to the tub so it’s within reach.I know a male shifter can burst through a standard door like it’s nothing, and this broom would probably break if I hit him with it, but I need the ritual so I’m strong enough to ignore the voice and take my clothes off.What are you doing? You can’t get naked. What if you have to run? You’ve got no shoes. Nothing between you and them. Nothing to stop them.I undress quickly, hanging my skirt, shirt, bra, and panties over the towel rod so that I can slip them back on as soon as I dry myself. I am a very efficient bather. Even with turning the wat

He sniffs a sunflower and then glances over his shoulder to see if I’m watching. I am. I can’t tear my eyes away. He’s the clear and present danger. For once, it’s not in my head.He casually wanders to a hydrangea bush and sticks his muzzle deep into the pink blossoms. The flowers are on their last leg, so when he delves his snout into a bunch, a handful of petals flutter to the ground. He sneezes. Another bunch of petals burst into confetti and drift down, sticking to his fur.He glares at the bush, startled and a little put out. Then he casts me another look. This time, it’s expectant.What does he want me to do?He waits.My stomach knots tighter and tighter the longer he stares. If my intestines were rope, they’d be frayed close to snapping.Sometimes I marvel at all the ways I can mess up my body with the power of my mind—all the parts of my body that I can make ache. My belly, my head, my neck, my shoulders, my jaw. I wonder which part I’ll break first. Probably my teeth from g

JUSTUS, AGE EIGHTEENMy mate’s name is Annie. She’s beautiful, but she smells bad, and there’s something wrong with her.She sent my wolf away. That’s not surprising. Colm’s female screamed at him every time he got close to her for moons and moons when he first brought her back from North Border, but she still ate.Annie wouldn’t eat the squirrel I brought her. She took it out to the backyard and buried it. I thought she was hiding it from the other females so she didn’t have to share, but she just left it there. She did the same with the black snake and the hare.Maybe she’s picky. I hope so. If she’s sick—No. I can’t think that.I drop the dead goose dangling from my maw onto her front porch, spitting out as many bloody feathers as I can. When I’m done, I’ve only got a few still stuck in my teeth.She should definitely like this. Goose is delicious, and this particular one is plump and juicy. My wolf and I definitely earned our fair share after the hassle of hunting it down, but we

I don’t want to hurt Annie. She’s lovely. Like a sparrow. Or a swan with her long, graceful neck. And I sure as hell don’t want her any more scared. Her fear already has my nerves on a hair trigger. My wolf’s, too.I creep forward. She doesn’t pay me any mind. She’s gone back to piling leaves and plucking twigs from the heap and tossing them over her shoulder. She mutters as she works, but I can’t make out the words.When I get to the edge of her nest, I stop. I’d never come closer without invitation. Nests are sacred, even a makeshift one made out of leaves.My paw brushes a leaf, and she casts my wolf a baleful glare. What has displeased her? It could be so many things.I haven’t brought her home, so she doesn’t know that I have a good, warm den for her. Besides the goose, the squirrel, the snake, and the hare, she has no proof that I can care for her, and females need more than just meat. They like sweets and pretty, soft, clean things, and they need to know that you’re vicious eno

What am I going to do with it?I stroke her ass and rumble while I consider my next move. I don’t want her to feel neglected or worried that I don’t know what to do. Neither Lelia nor Diantha were virgins when they invited me to bed down with them. What do I know about maidenheads? They’ve got a dumb name. That’s it.If it were me, I’d want it gone quickly. Rip the bandage right off. But I’m male, and I’m not skittish like Annie. Whatever I do, I better give her fair warning.She raises her hips and rocks into my hand, growling her impatience. Yeah. Her heat is on her. She’s ready.I trail my fingers along her folds. I don’t need to spread her slick around. She’s already soaked. I slip my index finger into her hole and watch as the strip of flesh stretches to accommodate me. She snarls and bucks, trying to fuck herself with my finger. She likes it. Good, good.My heart thuds in my chest. I’m fucking terrified. I can’t afford to hurt her too much. Not when she doesn’t know yet that I c