All Chapters of The Alpha’s Power Play: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Scratch that text—before my voice tells her she-wolf she already owns my entire life. My thoughts always wondered how an alternative alpha could ever want to execute that layout. Make their own power vulnerable by giving away such a vital part of their internal being to a female. My brain didn't realize that being completely owned by an alternative soul was a strange sort of freedom. This represents the most tied my animal has ever been to a female wolf, and yet my muscles feel like my frame could fly over the mountains.Imagine how my wolf will feel when our names are officially married under pack law.My incredibly domestic fantasies are interrupted fast by a loud phone call ring. Sweating heavy, my hand pauses my workout music to check the digital caller ID and my voice answers instantly when her name flashes on the screen. “Your she-wolf couldn't go ninety minutes without hearing my gravelly voice, could you? Well, my muscles are good and sweaty right now. If your core wants my to

“So your alpha body is not dead in the woods, then.”“Father?” Fuck my life. My fingers pinch the hard bridge of my nose in frustration. “My voice was actually just going to call your desk.”“Then my phone saved your time the trouble, didn't it?”Interestingly, the singular leader who taught my childhood voice never to make apologies or admit my brain was wrong represents the exact old wolf on the alternative end of this digital call. His mind believes that soft apologies make alpha wolves look completely weak to the pack, and my brain knows my body is caught straight between a rock and a hard place here—as always with his shadow—because his jaw will either want my pride to stand up tall for my choice to not come to the family dinner and then belittle my mind for my personal priorities, or his throat will want my frame to grovel in the mud for missing the pack dinner last night cycle, and then berate my

Rowan Ashcroft’s POV“You feel so good, Rowan,” Kael growls against my ear. His thrusts hit deep and I can’t think straight. “Fuck, you feel so good. But this is a punishment.”I moan and my claws dig into his back. “For running away?”“Yes.” He slaps my hip. Again and again. The sting makes my wolf whimper with need. His hand tightens on my throat and my breaths go ragged.“Punish me,” I gasp. “Yes, punish me.”Then I remember I’m angry at him. “What about your punishment?”He shakes his head and moves faster. His fingers find my clit and rub in tight circles. I come so hard I scream into his chest. He holds me close, muffling my cries with his shirt.When the shaking stops he pulls out. “That was my punishment.”I blink. “No. You don’t get to pick your own punishment, Alpha.”I close the space and grab his slick cock. I pump fast. “You are not in charge here.”He groans and his wolf flashes in his eyes. In just a few strokes he’s about to spill. I drop to my knees and take him in my

Then just pretend your she-wolf is on the hockey job, dummy.The fast change of my mental frame helps my confidence, and my body stands up tall to greet her face with a casual but professional pack hug.“Rowan, it represents so great to see your face,” she says to my ears, sitting her frame down on the chair. “My soul enjoyed our time together so much that weekend back in the spring cycle. My feet really should have met up with your body before today, but well, your life has been incredibly busy with the Thornridge Dominion, hasn't it?”Her tongue represents such a great leader at the conversational lead-in, instantly reminding my brain why her character has always been one of my biggest idols in the media world. It feels totally surreal to think that a powerful she-wolf like her wants to know data about my life, but my mouth gives her the basic lowdown, leaving out almost every single personal detail about my bed. When her jaw asks why my feet left the Nightfall Broadcast, my tongue

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“Losing my hockey job at Thornridge Tower?” My voice sounds so fake when the words come straight out of my mouth. “My she-wolf used to calculate that a layout like that would represent the most terrible thing under the moon, but my spirit knows way better now.”“Your mind can still turn the whole ship around,” Marcus Hale says to my ears, his eyes getting very serious about pack business. “Your fingers can put out a big public statement, or your mouth can execute a huge live hockey interview right now.”“And what is my tongue supposed to say to the whole pack territory, Marcus? Should my voice admit that my animal made a huge mistake with her and then let her out of the mate bond paper so her she-wolf would not fight my name in front of the elders?”“The layout represents a very hard mix of things,” Elira Moss says, her face looking like her mind truly understands my pain.“Your deep voice needs to stay super low right now, Kael,” Marcus whispers fast, his eyes dart