All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S NAUGHTY LITTLE CHRISTMAS GIFT.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Walking through the Alpha's High Point, Kai sees that torches are burning along the entrance despite the afternoon light.The great hall holds hundreds, and today it holds all of them.Pack members fill the floor, shoulder to shoulder, faces tilted forward. The council stands in a raised semicircle to the left. Garren's army lines the walls in full dress uniform, still as pillars, chests lifted, eyes fixed forward.Garren takes the front.The hall goes silent so completely it feels like a held breath."There are moments," he begins, his voice moving through the room without effort, "that a pack carries in its bones long after the day itself is gone."He pauses. His eyes move across the hall slowly."My son left Beacon Hill as a young man." He turns, just briefly, to look at Kai directly. "He left without the send-off he deserved."Kai swallows. The memory of the gate flashes through him. He can still hear it closing."Without — " he grinds his jaw — "enough of his father."The hall is

The rooms are side by side at the end of the east wing corridor, separated by a shared wall.Ivy steps into her room and lets the door swing shut behind her.The mattress is untouched. Pillows stacked neatly. Fresh flowers sit in a vase beside the window, their sweet scent mixing with the faint smell of old wood lingering beneath the newer renovations.Her bag is beside the dresser. She reaches for her phone.Nothing.The screen goes dark.A second later it's in her hand again. Still nothing.Her gaze drifts to the door. Kai has been gone too long. The thought settles heavily in her chest.Across the corridor, a door closes.Jackson.She walks straight out the door and knocks on Jackson's."Yes, come in," he answers from inside.Ivy pushes the door open and walks inside.His room is similar — same bones, different mood. Darker, the walls a deep slate grey, the bed dressed in charcoal and white, a low leather couch along one wall beneath a window that looks out over the back of the pro

Kai is breathing hard, trying to stay calm. Jackson is watching.Ivy bites her lip, smirking at the heat that fills her. She likes that they can’t help themselves when it comes to her.Kai groans and goes to step forward. Jackson blocks him, pushing her back behind him. Kai bares his teeth.“You sensed it too. She wants it,” Kai bites out.Jackson rolls his eyes.“Go for a run. You're a mess tonight.” Rubbing his neck, Jackson sighs. "You'll ruin her if you should take her."He backs Kai off, but it doesn’t matter because Kai grabs her, dragging her out toward the bathroom on the left and shutting the door before Jackson can stop him.He presses her into the door, holding her there as his mouth closes over hers. He is so fast it makes her breathless.In seconds, they ripped each other of clothes, breathing heavily, eyes glowing like hungry beasts.He lifts her onto his waist, his cock begging at her entrance, his lips covering hers, his hands fucking her wild strands of hair up even m

The balcony outside Kai's room catches the afternoon light at an angle that makes everything below look deceptively peaceful.Kai stands at the railing with his forearms resting on the stone, watching the compound with stillness. Three days. Three days of walking these grounds, eating at this table, sleeping under this roof, and he is no closer to Torren's grave than the morning they arrived. No closer to a single honest answer about his mother. Every question he raises meets the same wall — a polite redirect, a subject change so smooth you almost don't notice the door closing.Every soldier he passes snaps to attention. Every pack member on the street bows their head. They celebrate him, genuinely, it seems, pressing forward to shake his hand on their walks through the territory, offering food, offering their names, looking at him with open warmth.It doesn't feel like anything. It mostly feels like noise.Although he wishes to stay longer to conclude his investigation, the rumors ab

The ground remembers every hit.Stone has cracked in a wide ring around where Numenessa first landed. Hairline fractures race outward through the compound, splitting steps, climbing pillars, disappearing beneath buildings.Dust still rises from the impact site in slow curls. The light drains warmth instead of giving it. Too white, too cold, the light of something that does not belong to this world's sun.Garren shifts mid-stride.His body fights the change, as though the wolf inside him is not a companion but a second self that must be wrestled into the surface.An Eta takes one involuntary step backward.Bones announce themselves loudly. His shoulders crack, then his spine, the sound of it splitting through the compound air as he drops forward onto his hands. His knuckles split, darkening, nails curling and thickening as the skin beneath them tears.His jaw unhinges.A string of saliva stretches between his upper and lower fangs. His tongue swells faster than his mouth can reshape ar