All Chapters of The Dangerous Alpha’s Little Wolf: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Drogo’s POVBouncing.. That was the first thing my scrambled brain actually registered. Violent, rhythmic bouncing that made my stomach churn like a stormy sea.My heavy eyelids fluttered open. Everything was completely sideways and moving incredibly fast. The cold night air rushed brutally past my face, but my bleeding cheek was pressed against something incredibly warm and solid.A shoulder. Someone was carrying me like a massive sack of potatoes over their shoulder.Gasps echoed loudly around me. Shouts of sheer disbelief rang in my ringing ears as we moved through the center of the pack lands.“By the Goddess!”“Is that the Alpha?”“Make way! Move!”I blinked through the dizzying, gray fog of the poison, desperately trying to piece together the absolute puzzle. I weighed well over two hundred and forty pounds. The only people in the entire pack who could carry me at a dead sprint were my top warriors, but the scent filling my nose wasn't sweat and heavy leather. It was warm honey,

Liana’s POV“And then she said that the flour was completely ruined! Can you believe it? Three entire bags of perfectly good flour just sitting out there in the freezing rain!”Maya was waving a wooden spoon around like a magic wand, her wide eyes practically shining with absolute scandal. I tried my best to force a polite smile. I really did. I nodded at all the right pauses and made all the right sympathetic noises, but honestly? I hadn’t heard a single word she said for the last ten minutes.My chest felt incredibly tight. It was a heavy, suffocating pressure that made it hard to pull in a full breath. My inner wolf was pacing in endless, frantic circles at the back of my mind. She was whining softly, her tail tucked firmly between her legs, completely overwhelmed by a deep, dark sadness. But it wasn't my sadness dragging her down. It was his.Through the fragile, newly formed mate bond, Drogo’s grief was bleeding directly into my soul. He was drowning in his sorrow over Thorn. I c

Liana’s POVI woke up to a completely empty bed.The thick, heavy blankets still smelled intensely of pine needles and cold winter wind, but the large space beside me was entirely cold. I let out a soft groan, rubbing the sticky sleep from my eyes, and sat up. The bedroom was quiet. I shivered as the morning chill hit my bare shoulders. I reached down, grabbed Drogo’s massive black hoodie off the floor, and pulled it directly over my head.It completely swallowed me. The heavy cotton hem fell way past my knees like a ridiculous, oversized dress, and the sleeves hung loosely past my fingertips.I padded barefoot across the soft carpet. The heavy oak door clicked open before I even took three steps.Drogo walked in. He looked absolutely exhausted. His dark hair was a wild, tangled mess, and a heavy, brooding scowl was carved deeply into his handsome face. He paused, taking one long look at me standing there in the middle of the room, completely drowning in his giant sweater. Slowly, a t

Liana’s POVThe blade whistld through the air, missing my chin by a hair’s breadth.I threw myself backward onto the slick marble floor, the heat of the surrounding flames scorchng the back of my neck. Ariana didn’t hesitate. Her face was contortd into a mask of madnes as she lunged again, the silver blade slicing downward in an arc aimed directly for my chest.'Clang!'I scrambld sideways, kicking the fallen steel crossbow directly into her shins. She stumbled with a furious screech, her heavy leather boots catching on the metal. That split second was all I needed. I scrambled to my feet, my silver magic surgng through my veins, sharpening my reflexes to an edge.“You miserable, lucky little bitch!” Ariana screamed, wiping a streak of black soot from her cheek as she recovered her balance. Her dark eyes burned with a venmous intensiy. “You were supposed to die in that basement! You were supposed to be scrubbed out like the stain you are!”“I am not your maid anymore, Ariana!” I shout

Drogo’s POVI stood at the edge of the southern ridge, looking down over the valley where fifty of our elite vanguard soldiers had silently assembled. Every man and woman wore dark tactical gear, their faces streaked with black war paint to blend seamlessly into the fading shadows of the night. Not a single sound broke the tense silence, save for the rhythmic pawing of anxious wolves and the dull clinking of steel weapons.Behind me, the heavy snow crunched softly.I turned around. Liana walked out of the thick fog, stepping into the dim torchlight. She looked entirely like a warrior of legend. She wore a tailored black leather tunic reinforced with silver-threaded plating and her wild silver hair was braided tightly back away from her face so it wouldn’t hinder her in a fight. A sleek hunting dagger was strapped securely to her thigh and the unmistakable glow of ancient silver magic pulsed faintly just beneath her skin.She walked right up to me, stopping only when her chest pressed