The Alpha With a Heart of Stone のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Nivia’s “Luna Nivia, perhaps you could share how the Iron River pack handles this dilemma.” Old fucker numbero uno asked. What did I name him again? Baldie? They’re all pretty bald. Or balding at least. Not that bald men can’t be handsome. Grandpa Os continues to attract attention from women, and he's already almost seventy. That is one handsome dude, as my dad would say. Focus, Nivia. “I apologize,” I said with a smile. “I hardly slept last night; could you repeat the question?” Ford grumbled, “what stance does the Iron River pack place on the mate bond and chosen mates?” I nodded, “as the daughter of someone who was part of the School, I am keenly aware of the damage focusing solely on genetics has. However, I see a clear distinction between choosing a mate based on love or based on pressure from those in power. We trust in the Moon Goddess’s decisions to give us the chance to reject our mate if we choose to. It’s not a decision anyone makes lightly, and we consider it a pers

Nivia’s povIt took a lot of restraint not to fight Fletcher when I had the opportunity, but I had to think about the consequences if I did.Not only would it look like Ford needs my help fighting his battles, but it would also mean that I’d be in control of the Wind Winder pack.Whoever kills the alpha becomes the alpha.I have no clue what Ford will do with the pack, and while I would love to discuss it with him, I am pretty sure he doesn’t want my opinion on the matter.Besides, I’m too busy licking every inch of his body. I mean, his wounds.Of course we took a shower first. Ford’s face was covered in Fletcher’s blood, and his body was covered in Goddess knows what.Dirt, his blood, Fletcher's blood, fur, pieces of skin?Although it was kind of gross, watching them fight was pretty cool.I had helped clean his back, which means we were both just wearing towels at the moment. I could have gotten dressed, but I figured it was time sensitive to tend to his wounds.‘Sure….’ Gwyn teased

Ford’s povEverything seemed to be settled with the Wind Winder pack. Fletcher’s remains have been sent back; they have found a temporary replacement until Fletcher’s son is of age, and they have agreed to my budget proposal.To my surprise they even suggested a new alliance, this one based on mutual respect.I told them I would consider their offer, even if I would rather not have any ties to that part of my life. If it benefits the pack, I might consider it.And if it’s an agreeable option for the Iron River pack. If the Iron River pack says it’s either them or the Wind Winder pack, the choice is clear.This is what I'll be discussing shortly, once my mother-in-law is ready for our meeting.I impatiently waited until she appeared on the screen. I have other business to attend to.‘As has she,’ Callum reminded me. ‘Be nice.’Be nice, I scoffed to myself. I am perfectly pleasant.Alpha Aeryn can ask her daughter just how pleasant I can be.I didn’t mean anything by it; however, my mind

Nivia’s povAfter some bullshit chitchat with Mom, Dad, and Forrest, Dad went into super-dad mode.“So what the fuck is up with your face? Because your voice sounds cheery, but your eyes betray you. You’re fucking miserable.”I sighed, “I am not fucking miserable.”“Well, you’re not basking in the motherfucking flow of the mate bond either. You should be fucking all day and being all giddy.”I laughed, “seriously?”Dad shrugged while Mom covered her mouth to hide her laughter, “well, yeah. You’ve seen how mates are when they first meet. They’re all over each other, sucking face all day long, being fucking clingy. Some people just stay in their room for a whole week. And you two… Well, Niv, no offense, but you don’t even act like you like each other.”I sighed, Goddess, this man is exhausting! “We do like each other.”“Prove it.”I scoffed, “seriously? Prove it? How?”“I don’t fucking know, but well… fuck it…. Your mom is going to kill me for saying this, but I’ve already started this s

Nivia’s pov Shit, shit, shit.... I’m falling so hard for my mate, and it’s fucking terrifying. Remember how I thought having sex with Ford might make me like him more...? Yeah, I was right. But it’s more than just the pleasure he gives me. Although he’s really good at that part. My goddess, he’s good. I don’t even care that he takes the lead; I know how important it is for him to be in control. Besides, I’m new to all this. So I don’t mind just letting go and following his lead. It’s nice to be surprised by whatever he decides next; each position feels better than the one before. But beyond the pleasure, there is something else that I didn’t count on. It’s the way he makes me feel. The way Ford looks at me makes me feel so sexy, so wanted. He doesn’t really say it, but I can see it in his eyes when he’s watching me. Normally there is judgment behind his eyes, but when we’re having sex, he’s not judging me. I’m free to make sounds, to curse, and to make faces without feeling jud