All Chapters of A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KieranThe first thing I register is the silence.The storm, that screaming, living monster that was trying to rip the world apart, is gone. The wind has died. The world outside our tiny, cramped cocoon is profoundly silent.The second thing I register is the heat. I’m no longer cold. I’m not even just warm. I am sweltering, wrapped in a tangle of furs and a huge, bare-skinned, Alexei-shaped furnace.The third thing I register is the smell. It’s the smell of sweat. It’s the smell of sex. It’s the sme

AlexeiLife is good.I wake up in a real bed every morning. One with clean sheets, not a lice-ridden straw pallet. I have my own washroom, with hot water, and a warm meal waiting whenever I want it.The pack is still celebrating. The keep is buzzing. And I am, officially, a gods-damned hero."Strategic Training Advisor," Kieran had called me in the Great Hall, his voice stiff, his jaw tight. It’s a title I know he invented on the spot. A polite, political way of explaining to his pack why the Redmaw brute is now permanently attached

AlexeiI need a hunt.My blood is humming, my entire body is a coiled spring, and it has nothing to do with what we did to Redmaw. It’s all Kieran’s fault.I am starving. The lean-to was a momentary surrender, frantic and half-born. It’s all been an endless prelude, and my hunger’s become a living thing.

AlexeiMy patience is gone.It’s not just frayed. It’s not just thin. It’s a snapped, incinerated, nonexistent thing.A full day has passed since I handed Kieran the head of his enemy on a silver platter. I cornered him in his library, tasted the pulse in his throat, and watched him tremble and wait for a kiss I never gave.I thought that was the turning point. I thought I’d finally broken through.I was an idiot.He’s spent the last twenty-four hours doing the one thing I can’t tolerate, running and hiding.And he's using my win as his shield. I hand him the assassin on a platter, and what's my reward? I'm benched. I'm stuck in the training yard while he plays high-stakes strategy with Marcus.He’s treating me like a volatile dog again. The one you pat on the head for s

AlexeiMy wolf is howling in victory as I watch Kieran’s eyes carefully. He just offered me his body like a political treaty. He’s doing his best to be the one in charge, all command and control, and it’s killing me how sexy that effort is. He thinks he’s just built a wall. He doesn’t realize he handed me a battering ram and begged me to use it."It’s a dream come true," I purr, and the triumph in my voice is a physical thing, a caress that makes him flinch.The silence in