All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Soren“Where’s Kahlan?”That’s the first thing I ask when consciousness finally claws its way back into my body, dragging me from the numbing depths of the dark.My eyes burn, and my chest feels as though it has been systematically crushed and then glued back together entirely wrong.Every single breath I take is a grueling negotiation with my own lungs, a deal I have no memory of ever agreeing to.Dylan doesn’t answer me immediately.Neither does Easton, who is surprised to see me not sure whyThey exchange a heavy, weighted look over the edge of my bed—or my cell cot, technically speaking.Stone walls surround us, cold and indifferent, accompanied by the oppressive weight of iron bars and that familiar, damp smell of confinement that clings to the back of my throat.Figures.I wake up in a cage, treated like a prisoner in a war I was supposed to be leading.“Let's just get you out of here first,” Dylan says, his voice carefully neutral, though it does nothing to hide the tension rad

Kahlan“Buddy, it would be nice if you actually helped me out.”The voice reaches me through the heavy, suffocating fog of unconsciousness long before I am truly ready to wake up.It is familiar, echoing with a rasping edge that is annoyingly persistent.I do not open my eyes, for the simple reason that I do not yet possess the physical strength to fight the darkness behind my lids.There’s a deep, vibrating huff beside me that rattles the very ground I am lying on.Vermithor.“You know,” the voice continues, sounding more amused than concerned now, “I can no longer understand a single word you say.”“And if you’re whining about the quality of your breakfast, you can stop it right now.”“Three goats is all I can manage to hunt in this terrain, so that is all you get for now.”“You will get four sheep in the afternoon if I can find a flock, and I’ll even throw in a chicken too if you behave.”I feel someone tilt my head back with a gentle, cautious pressure.Fingers—warm, calloused, an

Kahlan's POV I turned the corner, my legs feeling like lead as I followed Ava’s retreating back into the warmth of the house.The transition from the salt-stung air to the interior was a blur of polished wood and flickering shadows.I wasn't looking where I was going, my mind still reeling from the revelation on the lawn, and I slammed abruptly into a wall.Except it wasn't a wall; it was the solid, unyielding expanse of a man’s chest.The impact rattled my already aching bones, sending a jolt of pain through my shoulder.I stumbled back, blinking rapidly to clear the haze from my vision, and looked up to meet blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.He was tall, built with the kind of effortless athletic grace that usually took years of dedicated discipline to master."Sorry," I said, the word feeling hollow and flat in my mouth.I tried to sidestep him, wanting nothing more than to find a dark corner to crawl into, but he moved with me, stepping directly in front of me to block my path

KahlanI rolled onto my side, the sheets feeling abrasive against my skin, only to realize with a dull sense of disappointment that the sun was already up.There went any hope for a bit of sleep.It wasn't like I had actually slept in the first place; I had spent the entire night counting the ceiling beams until I was bored.My body felt hollow, ached by a specific, physical hunger for a presence that wasn't there to ground me.I just wanted to be back in the familiar heat of our room, using his steady, beating heart as a pillow while the world outside stayed silent.I craved the weight of his arms wrapped around me, anchoring my soul so it wouldn't drift away into the dark.I missed the way we used to wake up—waking up just to spiral into an orgasm because Soren's head was already buried between my thighs, his tongue working magic before I was even fully conscious.Or those mornings when I’d wake to him already fucking me, his movements slow and possessive just because I looked hot i

Soren's Pov “Great. He’s waking up.”The voice hits my ears before my eyes even have a chance to open, sounding dry and irritated as if it’s been sitting in the corner specifically waiting for the opportunity to complain.I blink against the oppressive heaviness in my skull and the throbbing behind my temples, and the first face I manage to focus on is Easton’s.“Well, luckily for the rest of us, you’re not actually dead,” he says, tossing the words out like my survival is a personal inconvenience he’s been forced to manage all morning.I try to lift my head to get a better look at my surroundings, but a sharp, biting pull at my shoulders stops me mid-motion.My gaze drops immediately to investigate the resistance.Belts.Thick, heavy straps are pinned across my chest, my wrists, and my thighs, anchoring me to the flat surface beneath me.They aren't made of common leather, and they certainly aren't rope.It is something much darker, a shimmering material that seems to hum with a low