All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

He seems really worried about me falling over. I know I took a header at dinner the other night, but I was tripped. My balance is great. It’s my leg that gives out on me sometimes.It just doesn’t compute. Killian Kelly is hard. He starts training the males at six years old, and they do it seven days a week. The number of times the girls and I have been woken up in the middle of the night by the chanting of males sentenced to run the patrol routes because they didn’t work hard enough or lost to an unworthy opponent—or, on one memorable occasion because a male farted in the weight room and no one would confess.One, two, three, four. Crack a window or a door. Five, six, seven, eight. Take a dump then lift the weights.I had it stuck in my head for weeks afterwards. Kennedy still hums it under her breath when she’s painting.And Killian’s not only hard on the males. Pretty much every female under fifty has had a thing for him, and he doesn’t care. He’ll duck off into the woods with them

All the males grow quiet and look to Killian.He’s wearing his usual expression, lips a severe line, dusty blue eyes unreadable. He’s very still. He’s gazing in my direction, but I don’t get the sense that he’s looking at me. He’s lost in his head.I’ve never seen him like this. Killian Kelly makes snap decisions, curt and unapologetic. He doesn’t tolerate argument. He certainly doesn’t sit and patiently listen to them.Finally, he lets out a long sigh, and says, “Mutual assured destruction.”Ivo instantly relaxes.Eamon scowls. “What does that mean?”“Didn’t you pay attention in history class?” Killian raises an eyebrow.Eamon sniffs. In his day, males only went to school until they could read and do long division. He never shuts up about the cost of gas to bus the pups to Moon Lake past elementary school. Says it’s a waste.“If Cadoc Collins goes back and trains all his packmates to fight like Quarry Pack—and that’s a big if, he’d have to pry them out of their human office buildings

If I told Killian, though, it’d become a challenge. He has too much pride for it not to be. Killian would win against either Eamon or Finn, of course, and I’d have an even bigger target on my back with the Byrnes and their backers.And Killian is all about me today, but when was the last time he declared I wasn’t his mate? Last night?The reality is—when whatever weirdness is happening now is over—I’m going to have to live in this pack. Better keep my head down and my mouth shut. It’s served me fairly well in life so far.Killian flashes me another glance. The corners of his eyes are creased. I give him a smile. He looks even more worried.“That’s enough,” he says, cutting off Ivo mid-sentence. “My mate needs to rest before dinner.”And at exactly that second, when everyone’s staring, I spontaneously yawn.The males laugh.Eamon’s laugh in particular is loud with a cutting edge.11UNAThe further we get from Tye’s cabin, the more my tension eases. Killian lifts me down the stairs ag

And there’s something lodged in my chest. Between my breasts. It’s not my heart, but it pulses. Slow. Steady. Insistent.I push my palm against it as if that could stop it, but even with my brain cranking too slowly into gear, I know. It’s the bond. It’s all the way back.No.It can’t be.I sit straight up. I’m sweating, and I can’t see a damn thing. I yank my collar away from my neck as if that’ll help me catch my breath, but the problem isn’t in my throat or lungs, it’s in my head.There’s going to be terrible pain. I won’t be able to handle it. I’ll break.Killian eases up to sit against the headboard. I sense the movement more than I see it.“It’s okay,” he says.“No, it’s not.”“You’re safe.”I laugh, and it has a hysterical edge.“I’m not going to hurt you.”“Again?” I try to straighten my bra, but it’s hopeless. The wire’s twisted to hell.“Yes. Never again.”“I hate you.” It comes out a sob. Nothing’s right. My skin is raw, and it’s too stuffy in here.He takes a second to rep

I stalk around the bed, examine what I’ve made from all angles.“I need more.” I catch Killian out of the corner of my eye. He’s leaning against the wall, still watching. He’s wearing drawstring pants now. When did he put them on?“I need those.” I snap and point.“My pants?”I snap again. He needs to listen.“Una, I’m not sure you know what you’re doing,” he says in a very rational tone which makes me want to rip off his face.I bare my teeth. Arrogant male. I know what I’m doing.And it’s so damn hot in here. “Put them on the pile.”I let my wolf growl at him a few times so he knows we’re serious while I throw open a window. The moon is full and high. I draw the night breeze deep into my lungs. It’s cool and sweet.My body is a live wire.The ache in my bad leg is so faint it hardly registers. There are so many more things to feel.Like my breasts. They’re full and tender. And this bra has got to go. I peel off my top, fling it into a corner, and send my bra sailing after.Out of no