The Alpha’s Unwilling Heir-Bearer의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONEELOWYN"Oh, songbird. The things you do to me," Kieran groaned as he swiveled me in his arms, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all, and laid me down on the bed.Very slowly, he dropped me onto the soft mattress. His eyes were still closed, but his hands began to move over my body with purpose.His lips were parted, and I watched him, transfixed by the movement of his fingers against my flesh, realizing in that moment that nothing could be more exciting than this.Kieran’s hands wrapped around my throat. His arms tightened briefly, the pressure enough to remind me of his strength, before sinking lower to trace my collarbone and the soft swells of my breasts.“Tell me what color your nipples are,” he whispered, his voice husky, as his fingers closed over one of the tight buds.“Kieran…” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut of their own volition. My body arched into his touch, feverish with want, yearning for more than what he gave me.His ministrations remained

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREEELOWYNI smiled around the alpha's thick cock, his praises making me feel better than any healing balm Father ever did.I rolled my tongue around the thick head, flicking my tongue as best as I could. Just like he had done when he had been down my body. It had given me so much pleasure; I was certain it was going to make him feel the same way.Another low chuckle rumbled from the alpha, and he slowly gripped my hair, pushing my mouth further down his cock."I hear your thoughts, songbird. But our bodies are built differently," he began to say.I paused my ministrations and peeked up at him through my lashes."Don't stop, songbird," he growled, pushing my head further down his thick length, making me gasp. I hadn’t realized that my mouth could take that much of him.My mouth was full, and the rich taste of the alpha was sharper than ever. I shut my eyes and began to suck."Yes, songbird," he groaned, "suck on it. More sucks, less flicks."His hands directed me as h

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEKIERANThey came at me with their claws and teeth, and this time they were faster, fiercer.An unexpected blow landed on my face, momentarily rendering my features numb. I clutched my cheek and groaned in excruciating pain.A knife landed against my back with a crack, and I felt my own blood splatter across the floor before their victorious snarl reached my ears.In their wolf form they were faster and stronger. They came at me quicker than I could anticipate, their feet barely touching the ground. It was harder to gauge their movement, to predict their next strike. The filthy wolves had found my weakness.I began to run, knowing I needed space and time to gather my strength. They ran after me. I heard my warriors struggle against the sudden surge of the enemy.I heard a knife bite into the body of one of my men and then his loud cry before he hit the ground with a heavy thud. Another painful cry pierced the air as a blade slid through another warrior’s chest. They

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENELOWYNOwen led me out of the room, and I followed behind him down the long, cold hallway.Tears filled my eyes at the memories of Sabrina's words, but I refused to let them fall. I kept my chin high and swallowed them down.You’re an ornament, Elowyn.The words bit into me again, carving pain into my chest. I wrapped my arms around myself and walked. Step after step, my bare feet pressed against the damp stone floor. The silence between Owen and me was sharp, only broken by the echo of his boots.When we reached the passage door, he shoved it open and pushed me forward without care.I stumbled, almost falling, before I caught myself. Brightness spilled into my eyes. I turned quickly, but Owen was gone. The door closed soundlessly behind me, and when I reached out to touch it, it was no door at all. Just a wall.My heart skipped. No one would ever believe where I had just been.I shivered as I wrapped my arms tighter around myself. The flimsy gown Sabrina had give

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE KIERAN The walk to my father’s chambers was quieter than the one up the mountain. Behind me, the people still chanted, their voices rising with the drums, but I did not turn back.I was limping now, tired and worn out and more than eager to retire to bed.My mind went back to her. To Sabrina.Her scent still clung to my skin, faint beneath the iron tang of blood and the smoke of torches. My body ached with the memory of her pressed against me, the heat of her, and the tightness that had stolen the breath from my lungs. It had been unlike any other night. Copulation with her had felt otherworldly, as though my skin would tear itself open just to hold more of her inside me. The bond between us was pulling tighter and tighter. I could not explain it. I couldn't, even if I tried. The confusion left me restless. My wolf, buried though he was, stirred faintly at the thought of her, like an echo beating against my ribs.I clenched my jaw. Why did it feel this way? Was t