All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Soren“Where is she?” I demand, my voice cutting through the humid air like a serrated blade.I ask the question despite the fact that Nyx is currently standing directly between us, her massive, scaled form a physical wall of muscle and heat.She is roaring—a sound that vibrates deep in my marrow and shakes the very leaves from the trees—but I don’t really give a damn about the dragon’s warning or the danger she poses.“Okay, back up right now,” Ava says, her voice sharp as she places a firm hand on my chest and pushes me back with surprising strength.“Kahlan is fine, do you hear me?”“She is in the safest hands possible in this entire gods-forsaken realm.”I raised a brow at Ava“She is with Baba Yellow Legs in the Temple of the Angiel. They were loyal to her mother until the very end, and they will keep Kahlan hidden there until she is completely healed and whole again.”Ava explains this with a clinical coldness, but the names she drops stir old, dusty legends in the back of my mi

Kahlan's POV Soren looks more confused than I felt the first time I saw her, his brow furrowed as he tries to put together the facts of he knows about the woman in front of him.“Well,” my mother says calmly, her voice cutting through the heavy silence as she claps her hands together once to signal the end of the spectacle.“If you’re all here and accounted for, dinner will be ready within the hour.”Her gaze lingers—right where Soren’s hand and mine are still tangled together, fingers locked in a grip that neither of us seems willing to loosen.I notice the way her eyes track the intimacy of the gesture.I just don’t care enough to offer an explanation or a comment.“I’ll explain everything once we're inside,” I say gently, turning my focus back to Soren, whose face is kind of pale “You should be absolutely exhausted after that flight.”I glance over at Freya.She nods immediately, her shoulders dropping as she clearly feels relieved to move past the awkward standing-around-and-sta

KahlanThe stretch was immediate and merciless, a blunt physical reality that forced my body to accommodate his sheer size.Soren didn’t pause or hesitate when he finally bottomed out; he simply held himself there, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every thick, pulsing inch of him.My internal walls fluttered and seized helplessly around the invasion, still raw and oversensitive from the two shattering orgasms he’d already ripped out of me with his mouth and fingers.My forehead pressed hard into the rumpled sheets, which were already damp with my sweat and I let out a long, broken whimper that sounded more like a wounded animal than a human being.“Fuck, Love” he rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel and smoke.One of his heavy palms flattened between my shoulder blades, exerting a steady pressure that pinned my chest down harder into the mattress, while his other hand gripped my hip with a bruising intensity, as if he were afraid I’d vanish into thin a

Soren's Pov I couldn’t take my eyes off her, not for a single second.Kay was sprawled across my chest on the old leather couch, her legs tangled inextricably with mine, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful rose and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.The room looked like a legitimate battlefield—clothes were scattered in a trail from the door to the bed, sheets were half-dragged to the floor in a tangled mess of linen, and one lamp had been tipped sideways during our frantic struggle.None of that mattered to me, though. The only thing that registered in my brain was the way her breath still hitched every few seconds in a rhythmic, broken stutter.I watched the faint tremors running through her limbs, the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it had left her physically shattered.“How many?” I asked again, my voice low and vibrating with a smug, dark pride.She tried to answer me.Her lips parted, trembling slightly, but nothing came out of her throat except a soft, wrecked sound th

Kahlan's POV "Promise me," Zephyr said, her voice dropping into a register that was quiet but held the weight of a mountain, "that you will never set foot on that shore . Promise me you won't even approach the perimeter of that island or fly within sight of its cliffs."I stared at her across the long expanse of the dining table, feeling her words scrape against the raw, jagged edges of my pride.The air between us felt thin, charged with the kind of electricity that precedes a massive storm."I don't think," I replied, my voice coming out slow and deliberate, "that you have any right to tell me what to do with my life anymore."Her eyes dropped instantly. She didn't look at my face or meet my defiant glare. Instead, her gaze fell directly to the pale skin of my neck.I followed her eyes without meaning to, my heart sinking as I realized exactly what she was seeing.The map of dark, possessive hickeys Soren had branded into me was impossible to miss in the harsh candlelight.Heat cra