All Chapters of The Tyrant alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I’m buck naked, and I’ve kicked off the covers.I should grab a sheet and cover myself. I should be embarrassed. Last night, I let Killian touch me. Oh sweet Fate, I ground myself against his palm until I came. My cheeks burn, but I also stretch, arching my back and reaching toward the headboard until I can touch the metal bars with the tip of my fingers.My body feels good. And I don’t feel like I did after the human or the male from North Border. I’m not in the wrong place. I don’t need to scrub myself clean, hide the scent.I’m good. This is my nest.I sit up, cross legged, and adjust some of the blankets that have been shoved to the foot of the bed.Even my leg feels fine.Of course, last night was a bad idea, and it’s going to smack me in the face as soon as I wake up fully, but in this moment, it’s so peaceful in this room. The light streaming in the crack between the curtains illuminates the tiniest motes dancing in the air, and the wood floor and polished dresser shine. The st

“I don’t want to be your mate,” I say.“You’re stubborn as shit, aren’t you?”“Not usually.”“I am.”I bend my neck to squint up. Killian’s still surveying his kingdom. He doesn’t look down to meet my gaze.“Pisses folks off, but comes in handy,” he says.An elder appears at the bottom of the path. I shuffle a step behind Killian. I don’t have pants on, and I’m standing on the alpha’s porch past lunch time with my hair a knotty mess. Maybe we should get dressed. Figure things out from there.I can’t solve anything here and now.“I don’t have any clothes.”“You do.” He turns and gestures me back into the cabin. “I sent someone to get some of your things from Mari this morning while you were sleeping.” He nods to a bag I hadn’t noticed by a rocking chair.I grab it and hold it to my chest. “Thank you.”He shrugs.“And thanks again for breakfast.”“You don’t have to thank me.” His voice is gruff like I’ve insulted him.“I guess we can go to the gym.” We might as well. It’s better than be

She wasn’t shy last night. She flung her arms wide and arched her back like pleasure was her due as a goddess on earth.I can’t wait to watch her come on my cock. Fill her up until my seed drips from her sweet pink pussy. Put my pups in her belly.Rut is riding me, but I’m not so weak a male that I’m gonna give into it. It helped beating the shit out of B-roster. It’s also good that Una isn’t like Haisley or Rowan—she doesn’t look for male attention. If she did, this pack would be in a heap of trouble.Fate picked well for me.She’s got that leg, though, and that small ass wolf. It’s not a problem. She’s never gonna not have protection from this moment on. Still.“Stand up.”She blinks at me.“Put the book down and stand up.” We’ve got some time before dinner. I want to see how bad the leg really is.“Why?”“I want to check out your leg.”She flushes and tucks the book to her chest. “No.”“Come on.” I’m not the kind that’s good at convincing people. I’m more of a doer. I cross the roo

I head after her, stopping in the bathroom to clean up. Never came in my jeans before. Can’t say I’m a fan. It’s undignified as hell, and it makes the denim chafe.I’m more than a little grateful that Una’s too busy fussing at me to notice the scent of seed.I grab fresh pants from the dryer, and then I go see what’s keeping her. She’s still in the bedroom. There’s an odd sensation coming through the bond. A wistfulness. Longing. But not for me.Her feelings for me are bold. This is a mild aching.I pause at the door, careful to step heavy enough that she hears me coming. I don’t know if she can track me through the bond like I can. Or if she bothers.She’s standing beside the unmade bed, fingering the Amish quilt. It’s a knot pattern, soft and faded from washing. It was my grandmother’s. My mother’s mother. I’ve got no living kin on my father’s side. Declan Kelly wandered into Quarry Pack territory one inauspicious day, killed the old alpha, and ruled with an iron fist until he keele

And it’s not like Una’s trying to lure a male. Or any would have a chance of getting within twenty feet of her. My wolf has made damn sure of that.I need to put him back on the chain. I’m stressing the pack, upending the natural order, and that way inevitably leads to a challenge.I want one. I want an enemy I can slay. The wolf and I both. But it would cause havoc when I need shit calm to focus on Una.And my pack is showing their necks as they go about chowing down. I’m out of control, and they’re unsurprised. Mildly put out by the inconvenience but unfazed. Am I so unreasonable that this is par for the course?I release one last howl for good measure and pad back to my mate. She’s feeding herself. She’s almost cleaned the plate. She grins at me. There’s a smudge of grease at the very corner of her mouth. I shift and as I go to sit, I grip her neck and lick her clean. Then I plop my bare ass on the cold metal and hold out my hand. Gael tosses me a pair of shorts from halfway across