All Chapters of Alpha's Feral Kitten : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

TRISTAN All I see is red. Blood red. Red trees. Red road. Red clouds. Red sky. He’s going to pay. The fingers that touched her will be snapped off. The tongue that tried to kiss her, yanked out. The mouth that bit her, broken. And then, oh then, I’ll rip his head off. I barely remember shifting. Just an urgent shame, a need to hide this violence from her, and then I was running through the woods in a killing frenzy. She was so brave, my Kitten. My social instincts kept me from leaving the grounds, and they must have kept our woods cleared. All I came across were small prey animals. Not the werewolf that needs to die. We’ll have to register this with my father as a formal attack against a pack member. She might be the bottom rung, but how you treat your bottom rung is how you are judged as a pack. We protect ours. Still in wolf form, I send a message to Fleming through our mind link to prepare Billie to be questioned by my father, to tell her I will be there soon. Then I se

18+ Explicit Content BILLIE And then it was a blur. I beg them to use me like a toy and they do. I couldn’t tell who was where, because my eyes were shut tight in ecstasy, and it’s just like my initiation when I was blindfolded, only this time I’m sure there’s more than one werewolf taking me. Each time one comes, he’s replaced by another between my legs, and he takes me right over the edge. I come so many times, I lose count. I have moments with each one of them, special moments I’ll always remember from this. A look while Dominic took me, a look like Goddess worship. Raven biting my neck and his forearm across my throat, dominating me. Thorne's gentleness and size. The sound of their growls. Tristan’s total ownership of me when he makes me come right before I pass out. I come to in bits and pieces. The first time, they’re laying me in a bath they’ve run in my bathroom. Thorne gets in the bath with me from behind, holding me up while they gently scrub me clean. The next thing I

BILLIE After the run, I give the guys some privacy to shift into human form. Then they escort me back to the house, all in one big group. Thorne tells me about his newest sculpture, a dandelion made of metal. Each separate piece is ultra delicate, fused together to make a strong whole. He says it represents his neurodivergence, and I tell him I can't wait to see it finished. We head for the dining hall, passing by a group of werewolf girls, including Amber from my first meal here. She nudges the other girls she's with and tips her chin at me. They all scoff and roll their eyes, and one of them shoulder checks me, apologizing profusely in too sweet a voice. The guys don't notice anything going on. I make a note to ask her what her problem is, when it becomes obvious. The minute Dom enters their orbit, all the girls make a fuss over him, calling him brave and generous for risking his safety for “our Alpha's pet”, implying it's not worth it. Dominic seems overwhelmed, looking over at

BILLIE “You’re the love of my life.” That phrase keeps running through my head ever since Tristan whispered it to me, laying entangled in each other, still trembling from the love we made. I think about it as I try to study, as I run through my routines for dance, as I lay in bed at night. The love of his life. I think about the story his mother told about the fortune teller when he was only 15. How he waited for me, how I was his first kiss, his first touch, his first everything. How, once he figured out the prophecy related to the Gaelic Wolf–two worlds, human and werewolf, town and college, and me straddling them–he looked for me in every new waitress until he found me. It's always been so hard for me to trust men I'm attracted to, or to trust myself with them. Because of what I know now is my heat, I'm vulnerable to sexual exploitation, and it makes me instinctively wary. But now that I've found one who genuinely seems to mean me no harm, I'm having trouble letting go of my

TRISTAN The wait for Dominic’s fight with Spader is nearly unbearable. Having been excused from classes along with Billie and Dom, I spend my days and nights watching Billie. I watch her do her dance routine in the mornings. I watch her train with Fleming and Dominic, growing stronger and more fierce every time she enters the ring. I know she practices a song with the Phantom, too, but she won’t let me listen to it until the next party, so I watch her go into the studio and come back out again. I watch her at mealtimes, letting catty comments from the females of the Underground bounce off her like rubber, like the graceful goddess she is. I watch her run with us in the evenings, surrounded by wolves twice her size and unafraid. Every night, I watch her sleep in my arms. She asked me what the future looks like for me. This is it. Protecting her, supporting her, watching her shine. Making sure she's eating right, sleeping well, getting everything that she needs. The two of us running