All Chapters of Alpha Ethan: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liana’s POVI enter Blake’s chambers without knocking.He’s in his armchair again, reading that book he took from my room.He turns the page, then reaches for a teacup on the table beside him. From the fresh herbal scent in the room, I’d wager it is full of peppermint tea.He takes a sip, then goes back to his book. “Have you met the last person, other than you, who burst into my chambers unannounced?” he asks.“No?”“That’s because they’re dead.”“Am I supposed to be scared?”“Yes.” He flicks the page. “You smell like wet dog, by the way. I knew Ethan wouldn’t be able to resist playing with his new toy.”I hold up his black collar to show I won’t be wearing it anymore. “I’ve come to return this.”He shrugs, not lifting his gaze from his book. “You can put it on the desk.”Irritation flares inside me. Is he not even going to look at me?Deep down, I know it’s not just annoyance at Blake that flickers beneath my skin and makes my chest feel tight. It’s far too; I’m afraid of this uncha

Liana’s POVThere’s a mass of Wolves in the Great Hall already, shouting and laughing as they wait.“Even if he doesn’t, the others might,” I say. “My people have just attacked your people once more. Who is to say that the whole room won’t turn on me?”He cups my face in his big hand, and bends to rest his forehead against mine. “I won’t let that happen. I swear it.”I run a hand over his chest, feeling the strength in him, before resting my palm against his heart.It beats steadily. Calm. Unafraid.I’m not sure I believe this will work out in my favor. But Ethan seems confident, at least.He brushes his lips against my forehead, running his hand over the back of my neck.“Come,” he says.He takes my hand, then leads me through the doors.The tables have been pushed to the sides of the hall, where the tapestries that depict the story of the Elderwolf hang.Ethan pushes through the tangle of limbs. Those nearest to us move aside to let us pass. Some look at me strangely, confusion and

Liana’s POVThe room we are in is small and windowless. Claustrophobic. There is no escape.A fire crackles in the hearth and fills the air with the thick scent of woodsmoke. Above the mantel, a large rectangle of the stone wall is lighter than the rest—as though a painting or tapestry once hung there but has since been removed.There is no furniture except for a couple of high-backed leather armchairs. The Wolf King sits in one, and his fingers drum against the arm of the chair.Now I know they are brothers, I can see some of the similarities between them despite their different hair colors, and the ink that covers James’s arms.Tall, broad-shouldered, and well built, I can imagine both are a fearsome sight on a battlefield. They also have a similar stubbornness in the line of their jaw, and almond-shaped eyes—though James’s are hazel.We assess one another, and an uncomfortable silence spreads across the room. I will my pulse to calm and my posture to remain straight as I push down

Liana’s POV“You’re drunk!” Ethan roars.Hundreds of candles flicker on the tabletops, and the light dances over his handsome face.James has gone to mingle with his people, so Ethan and I are alone at the alpha table. The Great Hall is a blur of dancing and brawling and music.I poke him in the chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. I giggle. “You’re drunk.”He laughs, as if he cannot believe what he’s seeing.“Aye, I am a bit. Not as much as you.” He shakes his head. “You’re going to be a bloody nightmare tomorrow when the hangover kicks in! Goddess! I’m a wee bit scared!”“You’re scared of me?”“Oh aye. Very.”“You said I was small!”“You are small. You’re a small and fearsome creature.”His face swims in and out of focus. I grab both sides of his head, and push my forehead into his. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”He laughs again, and his big hands curl around my waist. “You see? Terrifying.”I dip my mouth to his ear. “That thing you did last night. I want you t

Liana's POVIt is not a gentle kiss. It is hard and deep and claiming. His tongue moves in strong, dominant strokes against mine. Heat floods through my body, melting the ice, as my grip tightens around his neck. I have to fight the moan that threatens to escape me. Too many people are watching.The wolf is in his eyes when he pulls back and glares at Blake.Blake steps back, his eyes dancing with amusement.I feel both him and the Wolf King watching us as Ethan carries me out of the Great Hall.Ethan snaps his fingers at John as we pass. “John, I’m putting the princess to bed. You’ll guard her door while I attend to some business.”John disentangles himself from his girlfriend, Becky, and grumbles as he follows us through the castle to my bedchambers.“Put me down,” I hiss as soon as we’re out of earshot of the hall.“No.”“I don’t want to go to bed.”A muscle feathers in his jaw. “You’re going to bed. And you’ll stay there until I return.”“You’re angry with me,” I say as he carries