All Chapters of Alpha Ethan: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Liana's POVIt is because Ethan believed I was his prisoner.Surely, he does not feel that way any longer.He gives me a soft smile. The firelight dances over his strong features. He takes a deep breath, and I think he’s going to say something, but he sighs and takes another bite of bread.I offer a small smile back, then go back to my food, even though my insides are clenching.I wish I was not nervous. I wish I could walk over to him and give him what he wants—like those ladies Marius would send to the Wolves. Yet I am lost. Overwhelmed. I do not know what to do, nor what he expects from me.I swallow the last piece of bread, then brush the crumbs off my breeches. I chew my bottom lip, searching for something—anything—to say to break this never-ending silence.“This is... this is a nice... loch,” I say, looking at the black water.“Aye. That it is.”Silence falls once more, punctuated only by the crackling flames. I take a deep breath, smelling woodsmoke and damp earth.“Can I ask y

Liana's POV“I will not hide from you that I want you,” he says. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first set eyes on you. I told myself I took you from the Borderlands because I needed you for the Heart of the Moon, but I think even then, I knew the truth. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you there. And I wanted you. Goddess, I wanted you. I’ve been like a lovesick pup since that moment. I think about you all the time. I want to make you smile, and make you happy, and to impress you.” He lets out a half-laugh. “I don’t usually make a habit of wearing breeches. I wore them because I thought you might like me in them.”His eyes darken. “And, aye, I want to lose myself in you, too. I want to feel your warmth and your heat. I want to take my pleasure from you.”His heart thumps quickly beneath my fingers, despite the stillness of his body.“But I do not expect anything from you. Do not think that for a minute. And don’t apologize, nor think you could ever disappoint me. We will on

Liana's POVI hook my legs around his waist, curling my ankles around his back, and he takes me deeper still. The change in pressure and friction provokes harsh sounds from the back of my throat. Feral sounds. Sound I did not know I was capable of. I grip onto his shoulders, my fingernails digging into his skin.“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So beautiful.”Something within him calls to something wild within me. Delicious tension builds as he moves deeper, faster. And I cannot get enough. I kiss his neck. I sink my teeth into his shoulder. I grip him tighter.Goddess! My head tilts back.“Look at me, Princess,” murmurs Ethan.I bring my eyes back to his. There is something like awe in his, flickering with the wolf that lingers there. He plunges deep inside me, and it pushes me over the edge. Release surges through me and I come completely undone beneath him. I cry out, gripping tightly onto him as my whole body shudders.His rhythm becomes feverish. His shoulders tense and his cheeks re

Liana’s POV“Play along with my game, and you might survive. You may even avoid being sent back to the Southlands.”I grit my teeth. “How does giving me to James help you to get what you want?”He gestures with his head. “Come and find out.”When I make no sign of movement, he exhales. His breath plumes in front of his face.“When I present you to the king, you will be presented with a choice,” he says. “Choose correctly, and you will be safe. You have my word.”“Your word means very little to me, Blake.”He shrugs. “Of course, I could come in there and throw you over my shoulder. I could carry you kicking and screaming to the Wolf King. Is that truly how you wish to present yourself to him when so much is at stake?”He holds out his hand. I glare at it, then him.I know he is serious. If he came into this cell, I could hit him and try to run free. But I felt the strength in his body when we danced. I recall Ethan telling me that Blake is stronger, more competent, than he seems. Perha

Liana’s POVI recall the hand-drawn diagrams I found in Blake’s medicine books, and the depictions of torture that seemed like they came from experience. His eyes were cold when he told me what he’d done to his father. The Wolves in this kingdom all seem to fear him.“What are you going to do to me?” I ask—my voice sounds small. I wish it didn’t.The corner of his mouth lifts. “Darling, I’m not going to torture you. You have nothing I need. I’m merely going to implore you to see reason.”I relax slightly, but the tension in the room is thick. “I won’t marry him.”“Why not?”“I will not be a pawn in another game between men.”“You wouldn’t be a pawn. You’d be a queen. Is she not the most powerful piece on the board?” His voice is a gentle, seductive caress—as dark as the night sky.“How does this help you get what you want?”“Who says that it helps me?” He cocks his head to the side. “Listen, I know what you’re thinking. You think that during the fight that breaks out, you’ll be able t