All Chapters of The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Drogo’s POVThe meeting room was emptying out faster than a sinking ship. Chairs were kicked backward, heavy boots stomped aggressively against the stone floor and the air was absolutely suffocating with the sour stench of bruised egos and boiling rage. The Alphas didn’t just leave; they stormed out. They threw dirty looks over their shoulders, muttering dark, bloody promises under their breath as they shoved their way toward the exit.I didn’t waste a single second watching them go. I pushed my massive frame through the chaotic crowd, my boots crunching heavily over a shattered wine goblet. I caught up to Corvan just as the old man reached the main double doors.“You just threw a bucket of blood into a shark tank,” I growled, stepping directly into his path. I kept my voice low, but my inner wolf was viciously pacing against my ribs. “Tell me you have a backup plan, Corvan. Because you didn’t just stop a war. You painted a giant, glowing target on my front gates. Torin, Carl and half

Liana’s POVMy skin was still tingling, warm and completely flushed as I lay twisted in the soft cotton sheets. The faint, sweet scent of cedar and rain floated lazily in the quiet bedroom, heavy with the aftermath of the mind-blowing session we had just shared. My legs felt like wet noodles. My chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic hitches as I let my heavy eyelids flutter shut, sinking fast into a sweet, deep sleep.Beside me, Drogo was a massive furnace of pure heat. His broad arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, his rough fingers resting gently over my hip.Then, without a single word of warning, his whole body went stone-rigid.The soft, relaxing rise of his chest instantly stopped. His fingers twitched on my skin, locking up tight. I blinked my eyes open in the dim moonlight, shifting my head slightly against his shoulder.“Drogo?” I murmured softly, my voice raspy with sleep. “Is everything okay?”He didn't answer right away. He slowly turned his head toward the heavy glass

Baylor’s POVMy jaw felt like it had been run over by a rogue carriage. I was floating in the blissful, sweet darkness of a deep sleep, completely numb to the aching swelling on my face, when a sharp, violent shake practically rattled my brain out of my skull.“Wake up, Baylor!”I groaned loudly, burying my face deeper into the goose-feather pillow, desperately trying to pull the warm velvet blanket back over my head. My throat felt like sandpaper and my left eye was swollen half-shut from my father’s brutally heavy hand.“Go away,” I mumbled, my voice muffled and raspy. “I am dead. Leave a message.”“I am not going away!” Ariana shrieked, snatching the heavy blanket right off my body and tossing it onto the cold marble floor.I winced as the cool night air hit my bare legs. I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows, staring at her through my one good eye. She was standing over my bed in a silk nightgown, her hands jammed aggressively onto her hips, her eyes practically glowing with un

Liana’s POVThe midday sun beat down completely mercilessly on the dusty training ring, baking the dry earth until it felt like a hot skillet beneath my boots. Sweat stung my eyes, rolling down my neck and soaking the collar of my simple gray tunic. My chest was heaving so hard my ribs actually ached. I dragged the back of my hand across my forehead, panting for air and glared straight ahead.Just ten feet away, Drogo looked like he was out for a casual Sunday stroll.He was entirely shirtless, his dark, heavily scarred skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat that caught the golden sunlight in a way that was honestly entirely distracting. He wasn't even breathing hard. His massive chest rose and fell in a slow, perfectly calm rhythm.“You are dropping your left shoulder again, Liana,” Drogo called out, his deep voice carrying easily over the hot breeze. He casually crossed his thick arms. “If you drop your shoulder, you telegraph the punch. A blind rogue could see that hit coming fr

Drogo’s POVI always told Thorn his diplomatic skills would get him killed one day. I just never expected to be so horribly, brutally right.The heavy mahogany desk groaned under my weight as I leaned forward, my hands gripping the thick wooden edges so hard the timber actually splintered beneath my fingers. I couldn't breathe. My lungs felt like they had been completely filled with wet cement. I just stared down into that cheap, dirty crate, my golden eyes locked onto the lifeless, terrified face of the man who had been by my side since we were barely old enough to walk.Thorn was dead. My Beta. My brother.The rusty iron spike driven straight through his forehead mocked me. It held a thick, blood-soaked piece of parchment against his cold skin. Bogdan clearly missed the memo on basic pack etiquette. A simple ‘No thank you’ by courier would have absolutely sufficed, but no. The Ironridge Alpha had a flair for the dramatic.I reached down. My hand was shaking so violently I barely rec