All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

🐺ADRIAN🐺I could still taste Isora on my tongue. The feel of her soft lips lingered on my mouth even though I had left her locked in my room minutes ago. The taste of her blood from where I bit her refused to fade. I ran my tongue over my own bottom lip and felt the slight sting she had given me backI sat in my study and I could still feel the specific weight of her mouth against mine, and Killian was not helping, he was sitting in my chest with the satisfied, heavy stillness of a wolf who had gotten something he had been asking for and intended to hold onto the memory of it for as long as possible, which meant I was dealing with both the sensation and Killian's feelings about the sensation simultaneously, and neither of them were things I had requested.Something was off and I couldn't place it.That was what kept pulling at the edges of everything else, not the kiss itself, not Killian's reaction, but the thing underneath both of those that I couldn

🪷ISORA🪷The door opened.Kira stirred the moment he stepped through it, that immediate, involuntary response to his presence that she had stopped being subtle about, and the bond pulled and I let it. I was not going to fight it today. Fighting it was expensive and I did not have the reserves for it this morning, and I had decided somewhere between waking up and now that I was going to channel what I was feeling rather than suppress it, because suppressing it had not been working and I was exhausted.What I was not feeling, which was the part that unsettled me most, was the hatred.It should have been the first thing. It was always the first thing—the immediate heat of it arriving the moment Adrian was in my vicinity, clean and reliable as a reflex. But this morning it wasn't there at the front of it, and what was at the front of it instead was guilt and the complicated, uncomfortable weight of someone who had done something they cannot fully justify to th

🐺ADRIAN🐺"You look at her like that again," I said, and my voice came out the way my voice came out low and completely leveled, "it will be the last time you step foot in my territory. Not because you'll be banned." I looked at him directly after Isora left. "Because you'll be dead. I'll kill you myself."Damon had the specific quality of a man who knew the difference between a threat and a statement of intent. He had known me long enough to know which one he had just received. His hands came up, palms out, the gesture of someone who has recalculated their position in real time and found it wanting."Chill, Adrian. I get it." He leaned back in his chair, the performance of ease that he wore the way other men wore armor. "She's beautiful. I'm only human." He reached forward and took one of the cookies from the tray, bit into it, and closed his eyes with an expression designed specifically to be irritating. "Hmm." He made the sound again, slower. "If she made these, I bet she's sweete

🐺ADRIAN🐺"Adrian…you can't possibly be thinking about what Damon said."Garrick used my name which told me before he said anything else that whatever was coming next was something he had decided required the full weight of the personal rather than the professional. He used it rarely enough that when he did, I noticed.He hasn't called me by my name in years."Now you fancy my name on your lips," I said, and I heard the amusement in my own voice, low and dry, the specific tone I use when I want to redirect a conversation without appearing to redirect it.Garrick turned and looked at me the way he looks at me when he is approximately one second away from strangling me. His jaw was tight. His hand had gone into his hair—the sandy brown of it already roughed up from the last time he had done it, which had been about four minutes ago. He was pacing, which Garrick rarely did, which told me the meeting with Damon had landed harder on him than he was going to say directly."This is not funn

🪷ISORA🪷Two minutes.That was how long I stood in that room with those three words sitting in the air between us before my brain finished deciding what to do with them. Two minutes of my face doing something I was not fully in control of, of the bond pulling in a direction I was not going to acknowledge."What do you mean sleep with you?" I said, and I heard the frown in my own voice before I felt it on my face.Now he was really acting weird. Was the Alpha suddenly a pervert? My mind had gone straight to the dirtiest possible place, and I could feel heat creeping up my neck just thinking about it."What do you think I meant by that?" His voice was low and even and he held my jaw and tilted my face up toward his. "You tell me, Isora."He was too tall. That was the specific, infuriating reality of standing this close to Adrian, that I had to tilt my head back to hold his eyes and tilting my head back felt like a concession that I had not agreed to make.Kira leaned into his fingers b