All Chapters of The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The warmth of him beneath me is intoxicating, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.At some point in the night he flipped us, his strong hands cradling me to him as he rolled onto his back. Now, I’m sprawled across him, my cheek resting against his heart, still knotted together, impossibly close.We’ve spent the entire night like this, touching, stroking, murmuring things I’ll never forget.He’s traced every curve of my body, his hands reverent as though I’m made of glass. I’ve run my fingers over the scars on his chest, the ridges of muscle, the powerful arms that held me when the bond exploded between us. We’ve cried together, the intensity too much to contain, the release of everything we’ve been holding back flooding out in waves.And we’ve cum together, over and over, the knot keeping us locked; the connection deepening each time. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve screamed his name, how many times he’s whispered mine like a prayer. It’s been hours, but I sti

Tires screeching on tarmac is not good, very not good.I'm taking the corners way too fast, my engine roaring like it’s feeding off my panic.“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant it as a manta. Can’t stop as I grip the steering wheel to try and stop spinning off the fucking road.Lucy had been incoherent on the phone, her sobs punctuated by shaking inhales and desperate pleas.“Please! He’s destroying everything. I don’t know what to do!” That much I understood.“What happened?” I’d barked, my pulse spiking as I tried to piece together her frantic words.Her answer? “I think it’s about that girl.”Of course it's about Maci. My stomach dropped when she finished, the breakfast she interrupted settling like lead. I hadn’t needed to ask more.Thorne losing control meant one thing, this was to do with the bond. He's so fucking measured, no way this is a petty argument.So now I’m flying through the streets, with white knuckles trying not to wreck on the way there. The GPS blinks uselessly, I don’t

The tranquilizer took longer than it should. Thorne fought it, too much rage and adrenaline in his body to succumb. Rejecting the sedative the way it rejects everything that tries to control him. Eventually his massive frame sagged against the destroyed wall. Dragging all three hundred plus pounds of feral alpha to what's left of his couch was not a fun experience.I stayed until his chest rose and fell, too fast, too shallow. Even unconscious he was hunting her, his body trying to follow a bond that's either severed, or blocked. Or fucked with in ways that shouldn't be possible.I need answers. I need them five minutes ago.The drive into the city is a blur of red lights I don't stop for and speed limits that are definitely suggestions when your best friend is unravelling at a molecular level. My hands are steady on the wheel but my mind races, building theories, discarding them, building new ones. Maci can't just disappear. Someone's playing a game with pieces they don't understan

My sigh blooms in the air, the cool morning catching it and turning it into a pale, weightless ghost. The earth’s just woken up and here it smells like hay and damp wood. I’m curled on the weathered deck, knees hugged to my chest and a half empty cup of coffee cooling next to me. My mum's old farmhouse creaks to life behind me, taking its time settling into the morning. Somewhere to my left, Sandy, the donkey that for some reason only my mum understands, announces herself and lets out a long, low bay. Past the peeling backyard fence, mist clings low over miles of open fields, a blanket too lazy to rise, not knowing that the sun is about to try its best to chase it away. Chickens are already pecking at dew damp grass, unbothered by the chill, intent on catching early morning bugs. The goats, cows and all manner of other rescued animals aren’t out yet, still tucked in the barn, waiting for my mum to call them into their pasture for the day.Usually, within hours of being together we c

Somehow, some way, Logan’s managed to woo my mother so successfully, that she’s currently making up the guest room for him to stay the night. To be totally honest, watching him work over dinner was a sight to behold, no wonder mums love him.All yes ma’am, no ma’am, aren’t I adorable ma’am.As she faffs around upstairs, I've taken myself onto the back deck to get some air. Without my dreams I’ve been missing the touch of stars, but out here with no light pollution, it's almost as good. The cold bites at my skin, but I don't care. I need the distance, the quiet, the space to breathe without someone watching me.His voice reaches me before the sound of his heavy steps do. "Which constellation's your favourite?"I don't look his way, keep my eyes trained to the sky. "Don't have one. I love them all equally."I feel him sit next to me, his warmth pushing off him in waves. The bench creaks under his weight, and for a moment, neither of us speaks. The silence stretches, thick and uncomforta