All Chapters of Nursing the Murderer Alpha King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Their jaws are still catching up to gravity.Oh wow, what a sight. This would have been really good on the gram.All four of them—including Mia—they all just . . . stare. Blank-eyed. Like their brains blue-screened from sheer disbelief. I can almost hear the dial-up tone going off in Sierra’s skull as she looks from Dante’s perfect, sculpted jawline to my face as if someone’s dropped a bloody murder weapon in her lap and said, "Hey, it’s yours now."I’d laugh if I weren’t so goddamn tired.Mia's eyes flick between us. “Your . . . husband?”I smile, slow and smug, fingers still pressed to Dante’s chest though [I’ve claimed him with a fucking brand. “Mm-hmm.”Her lip curls just slightly—so fast the average bitch might miss it, but not me. Not when I’ve survived being raised in a den full of smiling wolves.Sierra recovers first, because of course she does. “Oh. Wow. You just . . . moved on up, didn’t you?”I don’t take the bait.But Mia, bless her little Prada-wrapped heart, lets her di

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Eris. You know that, right?”I nod, but it’s more of a twitch than anything else. Not because I believe him. Not really. But because I just want this night to be over.The nausea’s still there, sitting low and ugly in my gut. The alcohol’s not helping too. I feel hot, dizzy, and uncomfortable in my own skin.Leo’s standing too fucking close.He steps back just an inch—just enough for me to breathe again, barely—and drags a hand through his hair, messy and damp from sweat. His tie’s hanging loose around his neck though it’s trying to choke him. It probably should.“How long’s it been?” he mutters, almost to himself. “Since I last saw you… that was, what, a year ago? You were working in that dingy little clinic. Still talking about finding your mom. Still alone.”“Still am,” I say quickly. Reflex. It’s a lie. A defense. Something to fill the space between us that’s starting to shrink again.He snorts, tilting his head. “Not from where I’m standing. Looked pretty

I try to push him off again. He doesn’t budge. “Bathroom,” I hiss, voice shaky. “At least take me to the fucking bathroom.” He chuckles, low and unhinged. “Nah.” He drops to his knees. Oh no. He’s not gonna do it here, right? “What—Dante, no—” I barely get the word out before he yanks my skirt down and shoves my panties aside. I slap my hand over my mouth. We are in the goddamn kitchen. The counter hides most of me, thank fuck, but he is underneath it. The Imperial Beta is ten fucking feet away. “Dante—fuck—what the hell are you—” He buries his face in me. Tongue first. Like a fucking animal. No teasing. No warning. Just rough, wide licks as if he’s starving. It's as though he hasn’t tasted food in weeks and my cunt is the feast. My thighs jerk, and I slap both palms onto the granite behind me, trying to brace myself. I can hear the Beta moving in the living room. Footsteps on the hardwood. His voice— “You alright in there, Eris?” I choke on a gasp. “Y-Yeah. Just look

I’ve lost count of how many shopping bags are in the back seat by the time we pull into the driveway. Dante carries all of them with one hand, as though they weigh nothing, and still insists on holding the door open for me with the other. Gentleman my ass. He’s a gentleman until he’s not.Inside, the mansion is too quiet. A sigh leaves my lips as I open the front doors with my keys. This was the exact thing I always prayed to the Goddess for—even a little less than this as I wallowed in a wet mattress from leaking ceilings and a land lord that would bang in my doorstep at every given time.It was provided but at the cost of someone. All I had to take care of was him. To simply take care of. How did everything go from there to . . . what this is now? I place the keys as Dante follows behind, pushing his loafers off from the heel with each of his feet. I’ve done my job, albeit it was stressful. I just have to hand him back in and things will go back to the way it was and I’ll be able t

Her stare doesn’t move.And mine doesn’t either.Not when her perfectly manicured claws curl around her arm and as she rakes her gaze over Dante like she’s peeling his skin off with her eyes. Every inch of me is screaming, but my body is pinned between Dante and the cold tile, his weight keeping me upright. His breath is hot where it ghosts over my neck, his mouth wet against my skin.And she’s staring at me like I’m a bug as she doesn’t know her fiance fucks like an animal.His back is still on her and whatever I just did licking him down and covering him with my scent must have worked as she might be suspicious, but she’s not interrupting us nor claiming back what’s hers.Yeah? Stare, bitch. Stare harder.“Ah! Harder!” I moan even more, groaning as Dante’s thick and hard as fuck length slides out and pushes back hard, hitting whatever’s the end of my walls. Shit, everything feels like it’s being drilled out of me.My thighs clamp tighter around Dante’s hips as I dig my nails into hi