All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S NAUGHTY LITTLE CHRISTMAS GIFT.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Two weeks ago, Kai fought this with everything he had.He ran from her. Battled Valor's demands. But the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. He even shot at her just for fun.Tonight?Tonight he surrenders.Not just him. Jackson too.Where's the logical Jackson who reminded Kai about his purpose? Where are the precautions against enemies? Against spies slipping through their defenses like smoke under a door?Gone.Both of them lost in her.And Jackson—dutiful, serious, unshakeable Jackson likes being lost.Kai's mouth trails down her body. He settles between her thighs, replacing Jackson's fingers with his tongue. The first stroke against her clit makes her cry out.Jackson kisses her to swallow the sound. His hand kneads her breast while Kai works her pussy like he's trying to memorize every response.The pleasure builds. Higher. Hotter. Tension coils tighter and tighter in her core until she thinks she might actually explode."That's it," Kai murmurs against her wet flesh. "Let g

The council room erupts in chaos.Voices clash against one another, each fighting to be heard over the next. The oval oak table groans under the assault of fists pounding its surface, demanding attention, demanding answers. Six Lieutenants crowd the space, their frustration thick enough to choke on.Jackson sits in his chair on the Alpha's immediate right, fingers drumming a steady rhythm against the table's edge, though no one notices due to the uproar. His gaze is unfocused, fixed on the empty throne at the head of the table.Her skin. Moon goddess, her skin had been so—“Beta.” Lieutenant Arden in charge of the Deltas, call.He doesn’t reply.“Jackson.” He calls againStill nothing.“Have you lost your hearing?” He snaps from across the table.Jackson blinks, pulled back into the tumult as every eye turns toward him.“I’m here,” he responds evenly."You’ve been distracted since you walked in. Or maybe you just don’t care because you already know what’s happening," Theron accuses.T

"You don't trust yourself in her care. You think you'll lose control during her training when she gets sweaty," his lips graze Jackson's throat as he speaks softly, "when those curves press against her clothes." His voice drops to an intimate whisper. "You’ll be distracted watching her move. Watching her breathe."Jackson suddenly slides off his chair and stands abruptly, backing away from him. "What are you doing? I thought we were hypnotized by the moon. That—""Maybe we were." Kai follows him, closing the distance Jackson tries to create. "But I loved everything that happened. And I realize now..." His eyes travel down Jackson's body, then back up. "I've been missing out on passion. Real, raw passion. Not just duty and revenge and survival.""But she's your mate." Jackson's back hits the wall."Yes. She is. She'll always belong to me." Kai braces one hand on the wall beside Jackson's head, his eyes glowing faintly. He paid attention to the curve of Jackson's bottom lip, the way it

Ivy had sat quietly in her bedroom, thumb hovering over her mother’s contact photo for the third time that week following her conversation with Kai. Her mom’s smile radiated from the screen, genuine, simple, captured last summer at their annual barbecue when life still felt normal.She almost hit call. Almost.The questions were on the tip of her tongue. "Did you know? Did Dad? Is any of this real, or have I lost my mind?" But asking those questions would only worry them. It meant her mom would rush to book the next flight, and her dad would likely drive the entire eight hours from Oregon to New Orleans just to bring her home himself.She locked her phone and set it face down on the nightstand.Some conversations couldn't happen over a phone line.In the first week, she tried to leave. She packed her suitcase twice and made it as far as the front door before Jackson appeared out of nowhere, arms crossed, that infuriating smile tugging at his lips. "Going somewhere?"On her third attem

White walls. The chemical sting of disinfectant burns her nostrils. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, that horrible flickering that makes everything feel unreal.The hospital.No. God, no. Not this memory. Anything but this.A hand squeezed her shoulder, and she flinched. “Mrs. Rowan.” The doctor’s voice had been gentle. “I’m so sorry. You’ve had a miscarriage.”The words hadn’t made sense at first. They had hung in the air like foreign objects, refusing to connect to meaning.Then they had.The baby. Her baby. Gone.The sob that tore from her throat hadn’t sounded like it came from just her vocal cord. It came from her soul.Six years. She had spent six years trying. Six years of negative pregnancy tests that felt like tiny deaths. Six years of watching friends post ultrasound photos while she smiled and liked and died a little inside. Six years of thermometers and ovulation apps and Marcus’s frustrated sighs when she asked if they could try again that night.And then, finally—two p