All Chapters of The Alpha With a Heart of Stone: Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

Marley’s pov“Marley…?” It was my cousin Isaac's voice echoing through the dungeon's hallway.“Sssst,” I heard Maverick say. “They were plumb tuckered.”I could have opened my eyes, but I didn’t want to. I hadn’t been sleeping well. Like Maverick, I’ve been having some weird dreams.Okay, I’ve been having some sex dreams.But not just sex dreams, also very scary dreams where Maverick is a crazy killer. Like that show Dexter.I mean, it does kind of fit. Maverick seems to kill people for fun, but he has a code. He doesn’t kill women—well, unless they’re really evil—and he doesn’t hurt kids.And he likes to hurt the ones who are deprived the most.So does that make him bad or good?Like an antihero, or am I just thinking that because I am starting to really like him?Which is insane.“Marley’s sleeping? They left the door wide open.” Isaac whispered.Oopsie.“So?” Maverick replied in a hushed tone before smelling my hair.“You could have left.”Maverick chuckled softly, his body slightly

Marley’s pov What did I do?! Like… that’s not me?! Biting someone’s lip! O my Goddess…. What did Maverick turn me into? Kissing in public like that?! What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking…. Clearly… only with my vagina, it seems. Goddess… He’s hot. Like… Insanely hot. Literally, but the way he said he’d kidnap me… It’s crazy, but it’s sexy. Like, too sexy. Like I can’t think straight… Which is ironic, since most of the sexual encounters I’ve had were with women. Girls. Whatever. And it’s been mostly kissing. And here Maverick has a complete sex dungeon or whatever, and I haven’t had any sex unless you count the times I’ve used my vibrator. Which is a lot of times, lately especially, but we’re not talking about right now, because we’re trying to think and stay calm. And apparently now I’m calling myself we… “Don’t be a stranger, Sugar.” Maverick said as we reached his cell. I was ready to close the door, but Maverick surprised me by pulling me against him. I could feel his

Marley’s povThere was a knock on my door, and the scent of my mate was coming from the other side of it.It can’t be right?Aunt Kate said she was going to talk to Maverick, and although I asked to be there, she told me I couldn't. That it was better if I sat this one out. Which made no sense to me, unless it was something bad.I had been nervous all day, wondering what their talk was about.Maverick was behaving well. He had helped my aunt and the rest. And although he had done some horrible things in the past, he was already being punished for it by being in his cell. So what else could they want from him?Were they going to move him?Were they planning a hearing to discuss his punishment? How long would he be stuck in prison?So, smelling his scent must mean I'm losing it. It can't be Maverick.“Sugar, are you going to open the door, or do I have to break it open?” I heard Maverick growl from the other side.I quickly opened the door to my room. “Did you break out?”He laughed, an

Marley’s povThis is going to sound nuts, but who cares, right? But I didn’t just change my mind or suddenly gain some courage.Because I’m still scared. Still not sure. And still worried about everything and anything that could go wrong. That’s just in my nature.And it’s not because Maverick hurt himself.I had a phone call with Nivia, which helped me too. Because sometimes you need to say things out loud to make sense, you know?Nivia was worried Maverick hurt himself as a way to punish me or blackmail me. But it wasn’t like that. I knew it wasn’t.Maybe because when I was younger I’d have dark thoughts about hurting myself too. When I didn’t do well on a test or when I felt invisible… It wasn’t like I wanted to kill myself or anything. It wasn’t a way to ask for attention.It was a way for an internal pain to become external, I guess.And a way to drown out the thoughts. A distraction, maybe?I hadn’t done anything like Maverick. I would sometimes squeeze my skin to the point wher