All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kahlan's POV I'm getting fucked tonight, and it was going to be my high school crush, Callahan Ortiz. I've liked him since my first day here. Four years of praying he’d notice me, four years of stolen glances and pretending to drop things near his locker just for a glimpse of his smirk. Now, he finally saw me. Or at least, he pretended to. And I was finally doing it. Right before summer break. Right before I turned eighteen… in less than five minutes. Focus, Kahlan. My mind was a mess, spinning in circles as his mouth latched onto my neck. It was wet and sloppy, more pressure than pleasure, but I tried not to think about it. His hands roamed my body too quickly, not savoring a moment like I would have preferred. One hand cupped my breast. The touch suddenly felt wrong. Was this how foreplay was supposed to feel? I let out a gasp, but it sounded more like I was struggling to keep up with something I didn’t want. Then the church bell rang in the distance… midnight. My birthday.

Kahlan's POV I still had Aunt Mae's tea in my stomach when Derek, daddy-dearest, drove through the academy gates. The moment I passed through those gates, it felt like my reality was altered. The lore of Ravenside did not announce itself with banners, a red carpet, or a trumpet, no. Rather, it let its structure do the talking. "Impressed?" Derek asked, smoothening his coat in the ways of a gentleman. "Mmn," I glanced at the iron gates that looked like it had beasts carved into them. "Not bad for a school practically in the middle of nowhere." "We're not in the middle of nowhere." He tapped on the car door and it automatically slid open. He then stepped out and gestured for me to alight. “Then what is the name of this place, specifically?” "Why?" He chuckled. "You plan to run away sometime soon?" "Even if I did, Aunt Mae would most likely bring me back." He turned back for a split second and snapped his fingers, the film-like barrier behind us immediately sealed itsel

Kahlan It didn't rear it's head back to rain fire me…I guess So I looked away …there's no way I'm entering a starring contest with a dragon Professor Carl’s laughter rang out, sharp and startling. “Well,” she said cheerfully, “we just lost thirty students, give or take. Roll call will be done by the end of class.”What the actual hell.Silence fell over what was left of us. My knees threatened to give but somehow, I stayed upright.The black dragon’s gaze never wavered. Those molten pits weren’t just looking at me…they were reading me. Like I’d just volunteered as lunch.Nope. No way. Absolutely not.My lungs forgot how to work. My boots betrayed me, rooting me to the dirt. And yet, maybe that saved me.Because where others had burned or cowered, the dragon tilted its massive head. Just slightly. Curious.“Survivors!” Professor Carl clapped her hands, delighted. “Welcome to the riders’ program. Those who didn’t survive…well, they won’t need the gear anymore.”A nervous laugh broke

Kahlan“Every dragon provides its rider with a unique ability,” Professor Easton rang out across the hall. “You will be given yours at the choosing. It is a moral test of strength, wisdom and courage.”It had been two hours since class started, but half of my mind was still back in the kitchen this morning, replaying Soren’s voice, the way his eyes had flashed gold. Who was I kidding? I was still thinking about him. The words didn’t annoy me the way they should have. That thought made my cheeks burn…my Skin feel so tight..Focus, Kahlan.“While I am sure the wake-up call at orientation served its purpose,” Professor Easton continued, “this is the next one. Over one week, before the choosing, you will be taught proper hand-to-hand combat. The arsenal will be open to you. You may select a weapon of your choosing — a weapon that will most definitely keep you alive.” Sword fight?...On the back of a dragon.I would have said he was joking, but after what happened last time and after the n

Soren's Pov.“Enough!”The word ripped from my throat, sharp and commanding, silencing the clash of wood against wood. The circle of students fell still, their eager cheers dying into nervous whispers. Riley froze mid-swing, his wooden blade hovering over Kahlan like he might split her skull if I hadn’t spoken.My hands curled into fists at my sides. Not because Riley disgusted me, though he did, but because the sight of her on the ground, breathless, bruised, humiliated, made something ugly coil in my chest.Kahlan’s eyes lifted to mine. I forced myself to look away, to mask what twisted inside me. Weakness had no place in this arena, and if I faltered even a fraction, they’d all see it. And the word weak was not in my dictionary.“You,” I said, my voice a whip, slicing the silence. My gaze locked on Kahlan. “Get up.”She pushed shakily to her feet, dirt streaking her cheek, hair tumbling loose from its braid. She gripped her wooden sword like it was the only thing tethering her