All Chapters of Kill Me Alpha, Before I Do (Beast Of Flames Book 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rowan PovShe was asleep before we hit the estate gates. She didn’t sleep peacefully, nothing about Romy was. Her head lolled against the headrest of the seat, her shirt hanging open, the pink lace of her undergarment still clearly visible beneath her throat. Her red hair was everywhere. Her scratch on her cheek was dry now, scabbed over. Her cuff had been put back onto her wrist.My necklace's chain was no longer needed to hold the cuff on as she had demonstrated with the chain that she would no longer find it that restricting, and so the second cuff was used with the loop of it placed firmly through the handle of the door.I had only stared at her for three seconds before forcing my attention to the window outside. My wolf was completely unreasonable at the time throughout the entire drive back.it had been pressing forward against my insides, desiring proximity, desiring the scent, cataloging every small sound of sleep Romy made like a thing that had been anticipating precisely th

Rowan Pov I called the meeting for nine.By then, Romy had eaten half her dinner while glaring at me like she was mentally calculating how difficult it would be to dispose of my body. Afterward, I’d locked the bedroom door behind me and listened to her curse me through solid oak for exactly three minutes and eleven seconds before silence fell.The silence worried me far more than the swearing.Romy was usually quiet, which meant Romy was planning.The study smelled faintly of cedar smoke and whiskey by the time the others arrived. Maddox stood beside the window, his hands clasped behind his back.  Kaelen sprawled across the sofa, and Zaric took the chair nearest the door with a glass of water, his watch screen glowing faintly against his wrist.No whiskey. Apparently alcohol ‘interfered with processing efficiency.”I leaned back against the desk and looked at the three men

Romy PovThe gold box sprang open and he dangled a chocolate right in front of my mouth.“No,” I said.He waited. His hand hovered patiently and the mark on my neck burned with a soft, insistent heat. The chocolate smelled of dark cocoa and sea salt and finally, dignity gave up its struggle against my stomach.I lasted six seconds, then I opened my mouth.He placed it on my tongue, I chewed and it was the best thing I'd eaten in three weeks and that was truly unfair.He held out another. I didn't put up the performance this time, there was no point pretending the first one hadn't occurred. His thumb brushed my lower lip as he pulled back and heat crawled slowly down my spine.He put the box down, turned me on to my back on the wrecked bed. His hands slid beneath the fabric slowly, like he already knew exactly how I would react.My breath hitched in anticipation, my eyes fluttering in desire I was trying so hard to s

Romy POVHe told me about the dance Thursday morning, right when I was halfway through breakfast, which meant there was no way I could escape from it.“Little Raven, there will be a Pack gathering,” he said, setting his coffee down. “It will be on Saturday evening, full attendance. And you will need a formal dress.”“No.” I squinted at him, my expression deadly.“You’re being introduced as the future Luna of Stormveil,” he continued unfazed. I set my fork down slowly. “Absolutely not.”“The invitations went out on Monday.” He picked his coffee back up, calm as ever. “There will be three hundred guests from our pack and Allied packs, the senior council, and household staff. It’s already done.”I just stared at him. “You sent invitations before telling me?”“Yes.”“That is—” I cut myself off. There were too many words for what that was, and none of them were appropriate for breakfast conversation.“The blue gown with sequins will look good on you,” he added, like we were discussing the

ROMY PovAaron came to find me on Thursday.He didn’t look for me in any of the rooms I usually drifted through. Instead, he found me in the courtyard, where I’d started spending that hour before dinner since the guard rotations changed and the estate shifted into a different kind of watchfulness outdoors.I was sitting on the stone bench when he crossed the space.He sat beside me without asking. “My sister,” he began.“Yes,” I answered.His gaze stayed on the mountain line for a while. Same Mercer shape to his face as Silas–same jaw, same careful set around the eyes, but there was no hiding what he was carrying.It sat too close to the surface.“She’s been pushing,” he said. “The corridor, the dinners, mornings… always there, always placing herself where she thinks she should be.”“She has been,” I said.“She’s going to get herself removed from the estate,” he added, quieter at the end. “And I can’t–” He stopped, pressing his hand flat against his knee as if that would steady the th