All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kahlan’s POVClasses were canceled for the rest of the day. The entire academy smelled of smoke and melted stone. Repair teams were already working on the broken towers, and the dragon grounds were cordoned off, but I could still feel the chaos lingering in the air.Vermithor sat by the edge of the courtyard, his wings tucked close to his sides, breathing heavily. His scales, usually smooth and radiant, looked dull and tired.“You okay?” I asked softly, brushing my hand over his snout.He huffed, his voice low and gruff in my mind. I will be. The fire burned deep. But not as deep as the fear I felt when I couldn’t control it.My chest ached. “It wasn’t your fault.”Maybe not, he said, his golden eyes narrowing, but whoever did that used a magic that touched my very core. That kind of power doesn’t come from an ordinary student.Before I could ask what he meant, I heard footsteps approaching. Derek. He looked frantic—his coat half-buttoned, his expression sharp with worry.“Kahlan!”

Kahlan’s POV Soren was outnumbered. I could see it clearly now—five wolves against one. And still, he didn’t back down. His silver fur glowed faintly under the moonlight streaming through the tunnel cracks, his body low and ready, a deep rumble building in his throat that made the air vibrate. None of the wolves had lunged yet, but it was only a matter of time. They circled him, snarling, their claws scraping against stone. Every instinct in me screamed to run, but my feet stayed rooted, my heart hammering as I watched him. “Soren…” I whispered, my voice trembling. He turned his massive head slightly, those golden eyes flicking to me for just a second—as if telling me to go. Freya’s hand clamped around my wrist. “Standing here isn’t helping him,” she hissed, tugging at me. “He’s got this, Kahlan. We’ll only distract him.” “I can’t just—” “You can and you will,” she snapped, yanking harder. “Move!” Her tone broke through my hesitation, and I stumbled after her, my head twisting

Soren’s POVThe greenhouse door slams. My lock on the world.Kahlan’s spine hits the planter, jasmine petals scattering like snow. I drop to my knees, hands clamping her thighs. I wrench them apart so hard the ceramic edge bites her skin.“Look at this pretty cunt,” I growl, voice raw. “Dripping for me already.”I drag my tongue up her slit, slow, savoring every slick fold. She jerks, fingers twisting in my hair. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking fast, then slow.Her hips chase my mouth.“Soren—” she moans out and my aching cock thickens even further.I bite the soft inside of her thigh, teeth sinking deep. “Kahlan, I swear if you call out my name one more time, I'm not going to be able to control myself. So hush. You’ll take what I give.”I shove my tongue inside her, curling, pumping. My thumbs spread her wide, exposing every pink inch. She floods my mouth; I swallow her down like wine.Two fingers slide in beside my tongue, thick, rough. I crook them, hitting that spot t

Kahlan’s POV The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife.. Soren stood stiffly beside me, his jaw locked, his eyes burning with the kind of anger I’d never seen before—not even during our worst fights. Across from him, his father looked entirely too calm, too in control, the faintest smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth, as if watching his son’s frustration was some kind of entertainment. “Would someone care to explain exactly what is going on here?” Ephraim asked, his tone smooth, too even. It was the kind of calm that warned you of a storm rather than promised peace. Soren’s voice came out cold. “It’s none of your business.” Ephraim’s smirk widened slightly. “Everything concerning my son’s behavior is my business.” I glanced between them, my stomach knotting. The air felt heavy, and I could almost see the invisible line of power pulling tight between father and son. I hated it—this coldness, this invisible battle that seemed to exist between them

Kahlan’s POVI didn’t think a person could feel hollow and heavy at the same time—until now.The school had called it a class-free day, but everyone knew what it really was: a celebration for the academy’s favorite couple. The engagement of Soren and Sasha—two perfect names that sounded like they belonged together.Apparently, when both your parents sit on the High Council and your family’s donation funds half the academy’s defenses, you get an entire day off in your honor.Lucky them.I’d spent most of it avoiding everyone, especially him.Vermithor didn’t argue when I’d told him I wanted to go flying—he just spread his massive wings and carried me into the clouds, far above the noise, far from the whispers, and definitely far from the pain. But eventually, we had to land.And of course, he was waiting.Soren stood at the far end of the training field, hands in his pockets, hair wind-tossed, looking every bit like someone rehearsing a thousand apologies. The sight of him made my st