《Alpha's Little Omega 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Keiran’s POVOn an intellectual level, I’ve always understood the concept of the fight-or-flight response, but not until this moment did I really get it.Wolves don’t often feel like prey, but there’s something about abject terror that can kick someone into motion no matter the species.Every system in my body goes into high alert, my pulse picking up, my muscles tensing, and my mind going blank except for a single urgent thought.I have to get away.My gaze instinctively darts around the room, cataloging the potential escape routes. The front door. One guard. The stairs. Two guards. The doorway leading toward the back of the house…No guards.The guy who searched out the crackers for me is away from his post, standing by the stairs chatting with Francis. My breath catches and my brain latches on to the empty doorway, pulling my hopes along with it.If I can just…“Bathroom,” I mutter, clutching my abdomen like I’m about to be sick, something I’m not so sure I have to fake. My stomach

Keiran’s POVFrom pretty much the time I could walk, I was exposed to random violence almost constantly in my former pack, so William’s sudden and rather bloody demise isn’t at all shocking to me. In fact, it’s barely a blip on my radar. Sure, Zachariah practically ripped the elder’s throat out with no warning, but it’s not like I haven’t seen the lunatic do something similar before.However, the same cannot be said for my mate and the three other members of his pack who are present. Granted, none of them look particularly upset over William’s death—though Everett looks a little green—but they are clearly dumbfounded and none of them seem sure about what to do.Even Julian, who had William up against the wall by his throat not too long ago, is staring down at William’s body with a stunned expression he’s not bothering to hide.I knew Julian was slightly naïve to many of the realities of life in the less civilized packs. He didn’t quite get it when I talked about my former pack’s tradi

Keiran’s POVRural Alabama and rural Wisconsin don’t have much in common—well, not the part of Alabama I’m from anyway—but being here now takes my mind right back to the last challenge like this I witnessed: the one between Randy and the man who raised me.The challenge itself wasn’t too awful, a bunch of growling and snarling, but surprisingly little blood…until the aftermath.I trust Julian.I believe in Julian.But the anxious dread festering in the pit of my stomach simply won’t go away mainly, I think, because of who his opponent is. I know on an intellectual level that my teenage mind turned Zachariah into my personal boogeyman and made him much more scary than he actually is, but that doesn’t mean my brain can convince my anxiety to stand down.Julian leads me over to where Dante and Brody are standing, positioning me in between the other two shifters. He gives both of them a pointed look, then kisses the top of my head and walks into the center of the circle of observers to st

Keiran’s POVIf ever there was a time when someone needed to read the room—or the yard, whatever—it’s now. But Julian’s uncle is clearly not that smart.In fact, he’s an even bigger idiot than I thought. He repeats his asinine challenge, the poorly timed declaration landing with a thud as me, Julian, and Lucas kind of blink at him in stunned disbelief.Is he serious? Does he really think…?“No,” I say, because that’s really the only response I’ve got at the moment. “Just no. Not happening.”Everett puffs out his chest. “You don’t have the authority to—”“As Alpha Mate, I’m pretty sure I do,” I say.“You aren’t Alpha Mate.” He sneers, looking me up and down. “The pack elders never accepted you as Julian’s mate at all, much less as Alpha Mate for the pack.”I roll my eyes. “Do you really want to go there? Are you forgetting what just happened to your head elder?”“Not to mention,” adds Lucas, “before his…untimely death, that same elder acknowledged Keiran’s status as Julian’s fated mate

Keiran’s POVAn elbow or maybe a knee pokes at my bladder, nudging me awake.I glance at the clock. 2 AM. Again. I’ve slept less than three hours. Again.I’ve never been anywhere close to a misogynist, but over the past almost nine months I’ve developed a lot of respect for women. This pregnancy thing is no joke. I have to pee all the time. My center of balance is completely off. The ‘morning’ sickness never quite went away. Heartburn has been my constant companion. And finding a comfortable sleeping position is nearly impossible.Even if I’m terrified at the thought of being responsible for a breakable little person, I’m ready for this kid to be out. And not only because I can’t wait to hold a cuddly baby in my arms.There’s the added benefit of my shifter healing, which will allow me to bounce back much more quickly than a human once the pregnancy is over.Even with a c-section, I’ll be mostly back to normal within a day or two.Another poke urges me into motion. I push myself uprig