All Chapters of TAMING THE RUTHLESS ALPHA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian's POVWe got back to his house after walking round the pack territory, discussing other matters.He suggested that we play some games to relax my mind. We did lots of crazy things. Things only him could see me do and I could only do with him.We had a drinking contest which I clearly won. An arm wrestling contest which I also won. Then we did some tree top races in the space behind his house. He won that mostly due to it being his usual territory.When we were done, I took a bath in his bathroom and saw several forgotten women skincare and shampoo. I shook my head in resignation and grabbed a towel to dry my hair.Maddox was never going to change. He was a male prostitute. Except he was the one paying and playing.I walked out bare chested and slumped on his sofa.He threw a shirt at me. His, not mine. It smelled of lavender and irresponsibility."Put that on, will you? Your brooding aura is choking up my house."I smirked as I pulled it over my head, ruffling my hair with one

Crystal's POVI blinked away the tears, pushing strands of hair from my face as I stared at him. His voice still echoed in my head, so flat, so controlled. Too controlled."Come with me," he repeated, turning without waiting for my answer.My eyes trailed after him, confusion mingling with the ache in my chest. I hadn’t expected him to show up. Not so soon. Not like this. Not when I was still crumbling under the weight of humiliation and helplessness.I hesitated for a second, my body refusing to move, still aching with unspoken grief. But something in the way he walked, his firm and confident posture, clenched fists, like there was a storm brewing in the silence around him. It pulled me up and forced my feet to follow him.I wiped my face quickly, not wanting him to see the vulnerable mess he'd left behind.Adrian said nothing as we strode through the stone corridors of Gravepine's fortress. The silence between us was louder than any argument we’d had, louder than the insults whisper

Adrian's POVThe hallway blurred all around me as I struggled to resist Kratos from coming out. My vision was tinted in blood red. My fists were clenched so tightly I could feel my claws threatening to break through the skin. My skin started shifting. I could feel the fur climbing out of my pores.I barely noticed the startled looks from the passing servants and guards.I didn’t care. Let them watch.None of them dared to approach me. I could smell their fear."NO!" I yelled and my claws retracted. My eyes returned to feeling normal and my skin regained it's regular texture.Finally, I had Kratos under control. I exhaled and straightened up.My mother had crossed a line. For Kratos to be this mad, I needed to do something to compensate for his rage.I stormed to her room.As I approached the towering doors of her chambers, the guards flanking them stepped back immediately, sensing the wrath bleeding off me from far in waves. I didn’t bother knocking. I slammed the doors open with such

Adrian's POVThe moment I stepped out of my mother’s chambers, the door slamming behind me like a war drum, I realized I was trembling.Not from fear. No. Fear and I had never been acquainted. What I was trembling from was from the raw, dangerous energy rolling off Kratos in thick waves."Let me out" he snarled inside me, growling angrily like a caged beast."I will tear her throat out for speaking about our mate that way"My jaw locked.“No,” I grunted out from under my breath.The guards in the hallway straightened but wisely looked away. They’d seen that expression before. The one that meant I was a step away from losing myself.Every muscle in my body was tight, my fists clenched so hard I felt my nails cutting into my palms. Kratos slammed against the walls of my mind.He was furious and wild. Furiously wild. Wildly furious.It was like standing in the middle of a storm, every lightning strike daring to blow me apart. My mother’s voice still rang in my ears. Her mocking and cruel

Crystal's POV"Bring the crimson roots""Brew the nightshade""Check his pulse"The room had shifted into a blur of movement and voices.Two healers knelt over Adrian, their hands moving quickly over his chest and head. Another was opening vials and uncovering jars, releasing sharp herbal scents that made my eyes sting. Some smelt pungent. Some smelt pleasant. Some just smelt...iffy.Another of the healers moved around the bed, muttering under his breath as he searched for something in his bag.I stayed exactly where I was, kneeling on the cold floor beside him, my hand still in his, even though his grip was a little bit weak now. My knees were aching, but I barely felt the pain and discomfort.All I could hear was the sound of his breathing. It wasn't rhythmic or normal at all. His chest heaved in irregular paces and uneven oscillation. Plus the sound of him breathing was noticeably shallow.“His pulse is unstable,” one healer said, pressing two fingers against the side of Adrian’s n