Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Brat: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The training ring that sits at the edge of the property is some kind of fever dream someone had after watching too many underground fighting movies and deciding the aesthetic needed more pine trees. When I first saw this place, I was too busy taking in the man meat inside it to really pay attention. In front of me is what I can only describe as a mini sumo ring on steroids, a massive dirt clearing surrounded by a circle of pine trunks that have been sunk deep into the earth, each one thick as my torso and stripped of bark until they're smooth and pale. Between the trunks, thick netted fencing stretches upward, creating an enclosed space that's rustic and vaguely threatening. Fight club chic but make it mountain lodge. The dirt inside the ring has been packed down hard from what I assume are countless training sessions, and the whole thing smells like earth and pine sap and something wilder. My wolf stirs at the scent, recognising something in it that my human brain hasn't caught up

"Close your eyes," Jax instructs, his voice dropping into something more serious. "Focus on your breathing. Feel your wolf inside you. I know you can feel her, she's right there under your skin. Picture her. What does she look like? What color is her fur? How does she move?"I close my eyes and try to follow his instructions. My wolf is there, just like he said, pressing against the inside of my skin like she's trying to claw her way out. I can feel her impatience, her frustration, her desperate need to be free. I try to picture her. Dark fur, I think, maybe black or deep brown. Strong and fast and powerful. But the moment I reach for her, the moment I try to let go enough to actually shift, something slams down inside me. A wall. A barrier. A fundamental refusal to surrender that much control.I try again. And again. And again. Each time I get close to that edge, close to letting go, something inside me panics and pulls back. It's like standing at the edge of a cliff and trying to c

My chest’s tight with affection. These men notice everything about me, adjust themselves constantly to meet needs I haven't even articulated, and somehow make it look effortless. Ezra's fingers press a little harder against my scalp, and I tilt my head back to look at him. His dark eyes are already on me, watching with that intense focus that makes me feel like I'm the only thing in the world that matters, and he gives me the smallest smile. It transforms his usually severe face into something softer, something that makes my heart kick hard against my ribs.Corrian returns a few minutes later, and the energy in the room reacts to him. He's not broadcasting distress or anger or anything obvious, but we feel it anyway. There’s been a change, and it’s significant. I start to sit up, my body responding to the tension, but Ezra's hand on my shoulder gently pulls me back down. His fingers resume their massage as he tries to keep me calm. Here in this moment of peace for as long as possi

River's hands are reverent as he washes me, his fingers trailing soap across my shoulders and down my spine with such tenderness. The stone bath’s enormous, steam rising from the water in lazy curls that catch the candlelight flickering around the edges of the room. He's been at this for what feels like hours, washing my hair, massaging my scalp, working knots from muscles I didn't know were tense, and every touch feels like worship. His chest presses against my back as he reaches around to cup water in his palms and pour it over my collarbones, watching the rivulets stream down between my breasts with an expression equal parts meditative and hungry. The spiritual connection we forged in the forest hasn't faded; if anything, it's grown stronger, more tangible, invisible threads binding us together even when we're not touching. But right now we are touching, and every point of contact feels electric."You're thinking too loudly again," he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm and s

What happens next unfolds with a coordination that would be impressive if I had any brain cells left to appreciate the choreography of it all.Ezra moves first, settling himself on his back in the centre of the massive bed, his dark eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. His hands reach for me, guiding me over him until I'm positioned on my hands and knees above his body, my thighs bracketing his head, my pussy hovering just above his mouth. The vulnerability of the position makes my heart race.I'm completely exposed to him, open and dripping wet, and the hunger in his expression as he looks up at me makes my pussy throb with anticipation. His hands grip my hips, pulling me down toward his face, and when his tongue makes first contact with my clit I nearly collapse from the sensation. He doesn't ease into it, doesn't tease or build slowly, he devours me,, his tongue working my clit with firm, deliberate strokes that make my thighs tremble and my arms shake