All Chapters of The Alpha's Dragon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

For a long moment, Ligon simply sat, his eyes fixed on the door she had disappeared through. Then, quietly, almost to himself, he murmured,“By the moons… that woman will be my undoing.”He tried to turn his mind back to the parchments before him, but Valia’s image refused to fade. The damp sheen of her skin, the stubborn lift of her chin, the white cloth clinging to where his thoughts deliciously wanted to explore. His breath came rougher than before, and the silence of the chamber pressed against him like heat.Cursing softly under his breath, Ligon rose to his feet. He crossed the room to the frost chest. A rune-bound rectangular vessel of carved stone that exhaled a soft mist, powered by enchanted crystals. He pulled it open, and a gust of chilled air rolled out, brushing his bare forearms with a ghostly touch.He reached for a flask of cold water and held it for a moment against his temple, letting the frost bite at his skin. But that did little to tame the furnace blazing insid

"I'm losing my mind" Ligon declared, his eyes heady with pleasure.His breath hitched, his body arching as she slid back down, her folds enveloping his shaft in a long, languid stroke. The friction rasped against his sensitive underside, every vein pulsing with the drag of her soaked core. Pleasure coiled tight in his balls, his orgasm building like a tidal wave, but he held back, mesmerized by her control; the way her thighs flexed, muscles rippling as she ground harder, faster now, chasing her own release.Her breaths came in sharp seductive pants, hips circling in a rhythm that had him seeing stars, wet sounds filling the air, as each glide became smoother and hotter. "Valia," he growled her name like he was in pain. His hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples as she bore down, a shudder passed through her, and he pulled her closer, rubbing her clit relentlessly against his tip. The pressure built unbearably, his shaft twitching with excitement.In one fi

"Fasterrr" Mangolia's child-like deep voice hammered at a laughing Krolla"Oh shattap." Krolla retorted, his grin wide as flat plates. Mangolia’s mind wandered to the past as Krolla thundered beneath him. To a time before the gang had a name.He was six then, wearing the itchy label of an heir and choking on it.“Sit straight, Mangolia. Chin up.”The tutor’s voice buzzed like a trapped fly. On the table lay the royal genealogies, neat lines of names that meant nothing to him.He stared out the window. Beyond the courtyard walls. Laughter echoed. Shrill, unrefined, real and definitely like something he's been advised against being around.His fingers twitched.“Mangolia,” the tutor warned, “eyes front.”Doing the exact opposite of his tutor's will, his eyes darted farther through his window and before she could blink, he was already gone. Tearing through the room in his cream colored wolf form. The beast larger than his age. He hung a bag with his clothes in it, across his neck expert

“That boy will drive me into an early grave,” Alpha Skuzinlly Paul muttered, his eyes squinting in worry as his fingers spread to grip his cheek bone.The storm outside the mansion rattled the glass like a warning.Inside, Paul stood by the window, the gold embroidery on his coat shinning brilliantly beneath the lighted room. His ornamental cane struck the marble in quick, impatient bursts.“Don’t say that, Paul.” Enconola closed the distance between them, her hand sliding to his arm with quiet certainty. “What would you have me do without you?” she asked, her tone soft yet edged with resolve."He isn't giving any chance to understand us. What can we do?" Paul grumbled under his breath, rubbing his forehead as irritation pulled his brows into a tight crease.Enconola didn’t answer immediately. She moved to sit near on the fabric bean bag sofa, lounge chair by the hearth, her hands clasped too tightly on her lap, knuckles white against her wedding ring. Her hair, the same soft cream s

“Do you think they even remember us?” Karr asked, voice low, stepping over a discarded crate. A loose stone skittered down the slope and clattered against the red earth below."Oh, they’ll remember us," Mangolia said, tossing a gold coinery lightly between his fingers. He caught it with a snap, watching sunlight glint off the metal. "My perfect plan to jog their memories should work…" He rolled his tongue against his cheek in consideration before adding "...or not" a crooked smirk tugged at his mouth.”Kerr nudged Rusk with an elbow. “I swear, Mangolia has a death wish. Or he’s just hungry for trouble.”“Both....” Rusk muttered, his eyes narrowing at the cluster of crooked rooftops ahead. “Lopedo hasn’t changed. Same stench of poverty and thugery, same brats waving too many knives around and not enough sense...." He paused, gaze drifting to a pack of kids swaggering around in oversized gangster coats. “…Or perhaps it’s worse now,” he murmured, voice low. “Definitely worse.”Krolla le