All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kahlan’s POVI woke up too fast, the kind of sharp awakening that hits before the mind even catches up. The bed under me wasn’t mine. The sheets were warmer, the mattress firmer, and the faint scent in the pillows was familiar enough to calm me for a second—until I realized why it was familiar. Soren’s room. Soren’s bed. And the space beside me was empty.My heart jumped straight into panic before I could stop it. I pushed myself up, breath uneven, eyes scanning the room for even the slightest sign that he was still here. His jacket wasn’t where he usually threw it. His boots weren’t by the wall. The silence pressed too hard, and every terrible possibility hit me at once.“Soren?” I called out, voice already shaking.No answer.I swung my legs out of the bed, already halfway to the door before I could think twice. The last few days had been a mess. Derek was still missing. The locator spell had yet again failed. Everything felt unstable, like something terrible was creepin

Kahlan’s POVFreya didn’t even let me take my first bite of lunch before she slid into the seat beside me and whispered, “Have you spoken to Easton?”I blinked, still half-distracted by the sleepless night. “No. He’s not around. He travelled. No one knows where.”Her eyebrows pulled together. “That’s strange.”Strange didn’t even begin to cover the last twenty-four hours.I hadn’t told her how I’d stayed awake until sunrise, pacing my room, repeating Vermithor’s warning over and over in my head—wait one more day.I also hadn’t told her how, the moment the next day arrived and Derek still didn’t appear at school, something inside me cracked completely.Pretending everything was fine felt impossible.By the time my next class started, my chest felt tight, my legs jittery, my mind screaming at me that Derek was somewhere bleeding out and I was sitting in a classroom learning about magical economics.Something in me broke.I didn’t ask permission.I didn’t tell anyone.I walked straight o

Soren’s POVI’m still buried deep inside her when the thought slams back into me: another man has been here. Right here. Inside my woman.The rage is instant, white-hot, blinding. My fingers dig into Kahlan’s hips hard enough that I feel her flinch, but I can’t stop myself. I pull out and drive back in with a punishing thrust that punches a sharp cry from her throat. The headboard smashes against the wall so hard the wood groans and I think the bed is going to break.“Soren—” she gasps, nails raking my shoulders.“I’m sorry,” I snarl, hating the tremor in my voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”She locks her ankles behind my back and yanks me deeper, eyes wild. “Don’t you dare go gentle on me. I want it rough. I need it rough. I need to feel only you. Make me forget his hands, his mouth, everything. Fuck me so hard I can’t remember any name if it isn’t yours.”That’s all it takes.I grab both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. My other hand grips her throat—not cho

Soren’s POVMy hands hit the space beside me.The empty space. My eyes snapped open. She wasn't here.I didn't have time to register the bandage that was now wrapped around my hands or anything else for that matter.I had a hunch where she had stormed off to and I knew that if I didn't hurry... something horrible was going to happen.Not like I cared what happened to the piece of shit but we didn't need the trouble m~~~I didn’t knock.I didn’t even slow down.The second I heard Ethan’s scream through the door, something in me snapped. I shoved the door open so hard it bounced off the wall and nearly came off its hinges.“Kahlan—?”My voice stalled.She stood in the middle of the room, chest rising and falling like she’d run miles. Her fist dripped blood—her blood or Ethan’s, I couldn’t tell. Ethan was on the bed, clutching his jaw with both hands, nose bleeding down the front of his shirt, eyes wild and wide.The scene hit me like a punch.“What the hell did you do?” I demanded,

Kahlan’s POV Soren asked me the question so casually that, at first, I thought I heard him wrong. “What do you actually know about your mother?” For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. We were sitting on opposite sides of the room, backs against the cold wall, pretending we were both fine with being locked up for three days straight. Pretending we weren’t slowly losing our minds. But that one question dug under my skin like a blade. I swallowed. “Not much. Honestly… almost nothing.” Soren’s eyes lifted to mine. “Nothing?” “My aunt Mae and Derek never talked about her,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ve never even seen a picture. I don’t know what she looked like, what she liked, what she hated… nothing. I don’t even know how she died.” His expression shifted—sympathy or curiosity, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. He leaned his head back against the wall, watching me like he was trying to read something behind my face. “And that never bothered you?” “It d