All Chapters of A Different Kind of Alpha: Blood Oath: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

EliI am a fucking delight to have around.I’m humming a high, buzzing, satisfied sound as I prowl the opulent guest chamber Silvercrest has provided. The room is a bit ridiculous. All heavy, dark-red velvet and overly polished, dark wood. It’s a room built by a man who equated 'expensive' with 'tasteful' and was wrong on both counts. It’s stuffy.But I don’t care, because I am glowing.The confrontation at the breakfast table was, without question, t

KieranMy study has all the trappings of a stronghold, yet it’s useless when the siege is happening behind your own ribs. I’m staring at a report from Marcus about Hrolf's known associates, but the words are just black, meaningless squiggles. My mind isn't here. It’s back on the rampart.Ronan’s words echo in my head, a constant, validating refrain."Your father's men were peacocks. These are becoming wolves. You’ve done well, Kieran."He said it with that flat, emotionless finality of his, as if stating a simpl

KieranIt’s been two days since Alexei last spoke to me.Two days since breakfast, since my stupid, weaponized tongue carved him up in front of everyone, since he walked away from me in the hallway like I was nothing but another demanding noble he could ignore.One night since I stood outside his door, heart pounding, hand lifted to knock, and heard his voice through the wood. Flat and cold for the first time.“Go back to your room, Alpha.”He didn’t even open it,

AlexeiKieran is already shaking beneath me when I make the decision. No more half-measures. No more pretending this is casual, that I’m just the convenient brute he hired to ruin his sheets. No more contracts. No more lies.If I’m going to brand myself into this man’s bones, I’m going to do it properly.His legs are locked around my waist, arms clinging to my shoulders like he’s trying to fuse us together. His mouth is hot and desperate under mine, all those careful princely manners drowned in raw, clumsy need. Every little sound he makes, every hitched breath, every frantic,

KieranMy study is still a fortress.It’s still all dark, oppressive mahogany and my father’s heavy-handed taste. The desk is still too big, the chair still too throne-like, and the ledgers still try their best to drown me in numbers.The difference is that now my fortress comes with a soundtrack.Shing. Shing. Shing.Alexei sits in the chair opposite my desk, one ankle hooked over his knee, forearms resting on his thighs. The long, wicked knife rests in his hands, and he draws the whetsto