All Chapters of ALPHA Magnus Andersen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

"You are so stunning like this, Stevens," Magnus Andersen murmurs, his golden Alpha eyes fixed on my bare chest as his broad hands massage my flesh, his thick fingers circling the sensitive tips of my nipples. "I cannot wait to see your body swell and heavy with my royal blood as you carry our heir to term."His low growl sends a violent shiver down my spine, a primal male response to his absolute possession of my changing form. I arch my back against the silk sheets of our marriage bed inside the Andersen Silverclaw Citadel, a sharp gasp escaping my throat as he continues to knead my chest."You feel so soft, so full," he growls, lowering his heavy jaw to capture one nipple between his lips. He sucks with a fierce, possessive hunger, his hot tongue swirling around the stiff peak, drawing a ragged cry from deep within my lungs. Then his sharp fangs bite down lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain straight to my groin.I cry out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulli

“Are you lost, little wolf?”The deep, rasping growl vibrated straight through my spine before I could even make out his shape in the shadows.I froze, the thick scent of pine, ozone, and predatory dominance hitting my nose so hard my lungs seized. Feet rooted to the dark oak flooring of the VIP den, jaw hanging open, I watched three shifted wolves and their mates writhing in a mass of fur, claws, and raw heat on the velvet lounge ahead of me.Remember why you are here, Cain. Remember what is at stake. Remember—No. Whatever plan my brain was trying to stitch together vanished the moment a guttural whimper echoed from the couch, followed by the wet, rhythmic slap of sweaty flesh and the distinct snap of alpha power filling the air.To say I was out of my depth standing in the middle of Silverfang Keep’s most explicit underground den, wearing a obsidian mask and a tight leather harness that exposed my chest, watching male pack mates lock in heat around me, was the understatement of the

“Damn it all to hell.”Beckett curses viciously into the damp night air, kneeling on the wet grass outside Silverfang Keep.I stay crouched low against the heavy stone wall, scanning the tree line. “What happened?”“Ripped my fucking pants on some silver-edged barbed wire buried in this useless backwoods brush.”Beside me, Sterling sighs heavily, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles in the dark. “And why do we care?”“Because these are brand new, you brainless brute,” Beckett snaps, shooting him a glare.Sterling exhales a puff of white mist and turns his head toward me. “Why the fuck do we keep bringing this pampered pup along?”“Try me, and I will claim you like a bitch in heat,” Beckett growls, which causes Sterling and me to snort under our breath.“You lack the raw weight to pin anything, little wolf.”“Then I will tear out your throat and mark the corpse.”“With what claws, pup?”I clear my throat, my voice low and authoritative. “If you two are done posturing like un

“Are you trying to kill yourself, Cain?” Rafe Kensington’s harsh voice slices through the damp night air before his hand even touches me.My throat burns under the punishing squeeze of his blood-slick fingers. Cold rain washes down my face, but the heat pressing against my chest is scalding. My back smacks hard against the ancient trunk of a silver birch tree at the edge of the Nightfall Territory, my heels digging into the muddy earth.“I was handling it,” I force out, my voice coming through his grip in a bruised rasp.“Handling it?” Rafe leans in, his piercing icy eyes glowing with the dangerous inner pulse of an Alpha wolf. His teeth are bare, sharp and lethal, snapping at the humid air between our mouths. “You were five seconds away from letting a rogue tear your throat out in the brush, little omega.”My heart thumps violently against my ribs. Not from terror. God help me, it isn’t terror that makes my blood race and my wolf whine low in my chest. It’s the intoxicating scent of