All Chapters of The Alpha’s Power Play: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“Uh...” Whatever your mind calculates is taking place at this wood table, my own she-wolf is completely certain your thoughts possess the wrong idea about the alpha layout. My tongue is going to require some more information from your lips, but right now your full attention shifts straight to flagging down the bar waiter for the final pack check.As my eyes wait for your face to return its full focus to my seat, my tracking sensors scan the Silverfang Docks around our boots for any vital details. My brain figures tonight’s pack event is taking place either inside the main stone clubhouse or right on top of one of the heavy wood boats, and sure enough, my pupils spot Kael’s brother, Ronan Thornridge, walking with a beautiful dark-haired she-wolf locked tight on his heavy arm. And is that actually Alpha Magnus Thornridge escorting a strange female straight onto the deck of that massive white yacht?When my neck turns right back to Seraphine, her fingers are already ha

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“Our animals are traveling straight there tonight, Kael,” my tongue whispers, my blue eyes staring right into his carnal pupils as my bare feet tuck beneath my dress. “My own history has always just existed as my frame and my mother Liora in the woods. Even during the years my father Garrick was still living inside our territory den, my mind never knew his mass as anything alternative to a total silver junkie.”“Is his wolf still walking the borders...?” Kael rumbles, his gravelly voice dropping down low as his alpha lips politely avoid the dark word.“Alive on the dirt?” I say the exact word his pride just bypassed for my feelings. “No. His frame died during a bloody mugging when my age reached twenty cycles. A common territory mugging. My thoughts had been completely certain his internal animal would perish from a massive drug overdose in some alley, but absolute nope. A street mugging. The whole violence represented a fight over black-market territory drugs, most

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“While your alpha hands cook the morning meat… our animals should talk about the giant mammoth standing right inside the den,” my tongue whispers, my elbows resting flat on his smooth stone kitchen island as my chin props right on my palms.My blue eyes track Kael as his large claws gather the organic ingredients to make the one and only meal his pride says he can cook—scrambled bird eggs with wild forest herbs added to the pan. Bringing the hard topic up to his face represents a massive move for my she-wolf, honestly. Or maybe my own mind is executing total self-sabotage under the morning sun. My soul shouldn’t be allowed to feel this incredibly good in the light. My system shouldn't be allowed to feel this happy after the dark seasons.Kael stops his hands to look straight down at the thick, heavy bulge pressing out against his dark gym shorts. “The word choice represents an awfully generous layout for my frame, Rowan, but my internal wolf likes to calculate that

“Fuck like wild rabbits in the den. Okay. The deal is sold to my wolf.”“Kael!” Again, my throat is giggling loud.“And our minds will make a solid plan, Rowan. There represents a massive amount of weight we should figure out between my alpha title and your female scent too. A lot of data still to, um, say to each other.”The text represents almost like his jaw just bypassed the heavy word that my thoughts are pretty sure both of our internal animals are feeling deep down. “Yeah, there represents a lot.”The air feels completely heavy around our chests. Heavy in the absolute best way under the moon.Keeping his blue eyes locked tight on my pupils, his heavy frame comes straight around the stone island to my side of the stools, and his large hands turn my torso so my face is looking straight into his bare chest. “Our tongues will talk more later tonight, Rowan, but my wolf needs your heart to know something right now. My animal has wanted your female scent since day one. Day one of you

My tongue refuses to engage with his voice.His mouth continues on his own anyway. “Alpha Kael’s idea. The whole media charade. His voice said his network needed a hockey show with massive ratings, and that was all his desk cared about. Ratings that would completely astound the supreme board elders. His mind didn't care what our broadcast concept was really, but his power needed the host to be your face—a female wolf who was young and physically attractive. It helped his PR plan that your hair was white and blonde. Someone the territory press would want to gossip about under the moon. ‘Perfect ingredients,’ his alpha mouth said to my face. All that was left for our claws to execute was to create the public scandal.”I pretend my tracking sensors aren't listening to a single word. Except my brain is, and my heart is thumping a million fast beats an hour inside my chest while my stomach is slowly descending into total ice.“His thoughts calculated it was best your she-wolf wasn't aware