All Chapters of The Alpha's dragon Flame : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 80 — Kahlan’s POVThe light faded. The heat faded. My breath returned in short, shaky pulls.The room settled back into itself—and Easton stared at me like I had just sprouted horns like the devil.I swallowed hard. “What was that? What did that ball do?”The fear on his face smoothed out instantly, replaced by something else—excitement. That familiar spark he got whenever he slipped into teaching mode. My lungs were still burning, my heart still pounding, and he looked like someone had just handed him the secret to immortality or a lottery ticket.“Oh, Kahlan,” he breathed, stepping closer. “Do you know what we just saw?”“No,” I snapped. “That’s why I’m asking.”He didn’t even flinch at my tone. He lifted a hand and gestured animatedly, already sliding into full history-teacher mode. “That image was not just a dragon. It was a projection of the Asterion Dragon. A species believed to be extinct for thousands of years. There has been no recorded sighting, no confirmed rem

Kahlan’s POV“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Soren growled against my mouth, the words rough and reverent at the same time. His hands were already under the hem of the shirt, my shirt, his shirt, palms sliding up my bare thighs like he couldn’t wait another second. “Look at you. Wearing this like it’s yours. You have no idea how hard you make me, Kahlan.”I couldn’t breathe right. Couldn’t think straight. My brain was practically fried at this moment. Thinking of nothing or no one but him.The second his lips slammed into mine I’d known we weren’t stopping, but hearing him say it, feeling the thick press of him against my stomach, turned every rational thought to smoke.He kissed me again, deeper, hungrier, teeth scraping my bottom lip until I opened for him. His tongue swept in and claimed every corner of my mouth while his fingers found the buttons of the shirt and ripped them open. Buttons pinged against the floor as I ripped his shirt open and he ripped mine as well.Cool air

Soren's POVWe finally pulled up to this clearing, and the first thing I thought was, Are you kidding me? It was deep, dark woods, the kind of place where things with too many teeth and not enough brains hang out.Easton sure knows how to pick a vacation spot.The bus doors hissed open, and everyone piled out. I didn't even wait for Easton to give orders.If he thinks he can dump two wolves, two witches, a vampire, and Kahlan—who’s apparently a dragon magnet now—in the middle of nowhere without a proper plan, he's more delusional than I thought."Alright," I said, clapping my hands to get everyone’s attention. Easton was too busy fiddling with something in his pocket to notice I’d taken over."Let's make this fast. Dylan, grab the tent bag from the back compartment. Freya, you and Sasha are on fire-starting duty."Sasha immediately bristled. "Why do I have to work with her?"Freya just shrugged, already heading for the biggest pile of kindling she could find. "Because Professor Easton

Soren's pov The tent was barely big enough for both of us, the two sleeping bags zipped together into one wide, rumpled bed. Rain hammered the nylon roof like it wanted in, a steady, violent drumming that swallowed every small sound. Kahlan lay curled on her side facing me, knees drawn up, the thin thermal blanket long since kicked to our feet. I turned off the night light an hour ago; the only light left was the faint afterglow behind my eyelids when I blinked, and the occasional flash of lightning that lit her face in silver for half a heartbeat.I shifted closer until my chest pressed against her back. She was burning hot, skin damp with summer heat and nerves. My hand slid under the hem of her tank top, palm spreading over the soft curve of her stomach. She sucked in a sharp breath; the rain ate it before it could become anything more.I leaned in, mouth at the shell of her ear. “Not one fucking sound,” I whispered. “You moan, you whimper, you breathe too loud, and I stop.

Kahlan’s POV I knew we were in trouble the moment the wind shifted. Because one second, Easton was holding the map confidently—like always—and the next, a sharp gust tore through the trees and snatched it right out of his hand. “Professor Easton!” I shouted as the parchment spiraled upward like it had grown wings. He lunged for it, but it was useless. The wind carried it beyond the branches and deep into the forest canopy. Easton froze, staring after it with wide eyes. “You… you lost it?” I said, already feeling my pulse spike. “It was an accident,” he muttered. “An accident?” I stepped toward him. “That was the only thing keeping us on track.” “We’re not lost,” Easton tried to reassure me, but he sounded unsure—even to himself. He kept leading the way and I kept following Till it became clear we were walking in circles. “We’ve been walking for hours,” I said. “You said the map mattered because the mountains shift. You said it wasn’t safe to rely on instinct and I strong