Todos los capítulos de One Night Stand With The Enemy Alpha: An MxM Romance: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Dallas remembered then that Marcus's mate was dead. His Luna had died barely a month ago under strange circumstances, though it was an open secret that she had been murdered by a human who mistook her wolf form for an ordinary animal.The funeral had been small and private, and Marcus had disappeared for two weeks afterwards, going off on his own to mourn her alone.The silence stretched between them, heavy with grief and unspoken pain.Dallas took a step back, his rage bleeding out of him as guilt crept in. "Marcus, I should not have said that. I didn't mean—""You're right." Marcus's voice was hollow now. He stood up slowly, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're absolutely right. I should go back and attend to matters that actually concern me." His laugh was bitter, self-deprecating. "Rather than preventing you from mating with one of those murderous, evil humans who took my Serena away from me! I must go on and run this pack, preserve the family lega

"Excuse me?"Carter met his eyes, chin tilting up in challenge. "Prove it. Bite me again. Fix my ankle so I don't have to limp around like an invalid for the next month."Something dark and hungry flickered across Dallas's face. "Carter—""What?" Carter asked sharply."I'm not asking because I care about you, don’t get it twisted. I just want to be in perfect health for when I make my next escape." He gestured at the bed, back to the ruined sheets. "You've already taken enough from me. Let me have my mobility back, at least."Dallas was quiet for a long moment, studying Carter's face. Then he leaned forward, one hand coming up to cup Carter's jaw."Tilt your head."Carter obeyed, exposing the pale column of his throat. His heart was racing, both from fear and anticipation. Everything with Dallas was a confused mess of contradictory, messed-up feelings that made his head spin.Dallas's mouth found the junction of his neck and shoulder, right where he'd bitten before. His tongue trace

Carter’s face burned with humiliation as the full absurdity of his situation crashed down on him. He was naked, dangling partway out a third-story window, clutching a rope made of ripped-up designer bedsheets like some kind of deranged Rapunzel.“I don’t remember much of last night,” Carter said defensively, still gripping the makeshift rope. “What did you do to me?”That was mostly true. His memories were hazy at best, flashes of too many orgasms and getting kissed senseless.He only had bits of images that felt far more like fever dreams than actual events. Except for the soreness in his body that told him it had definitely been real.Dallas set the tray down on a side table carefully, his expression unreadable. “What is your problem with jumping out of windows?”“My problem is being held prisoner by a psychopath!” Carter shot back.“Get off that ledge.” Dallas’s voice dropped into a commanding tone that made Carter’s traitorous body instantly want to obey. “You need to get some fo

DALLAS'S POVDallas pulled Carter off his cock with more restraint than he'd known he possessed, watching as it slipped from those pretty, abused lips with a wet pop that went straight to his balls.Carter looked up at him in confusion, his expression so perfectly innocent and bewildered that Dallas almost laughed out loud.He was so fucking adorable. A smartass nerd with glasses and terrible fashion sense trying to play seductive porn star. Dallas would probably still get hard for him when they were old and grey and in their nineties, but right now, kneeling on the carpet with his mouth red and swollen and his eyes wide behind those ridiculous glasses, he looked fucking perfect."I only came to see how you were doing," Dallas said, tucking himself back into his pants with unsteady hands. His cock protested the loss of that warm, wet heat, but he ignored it. "I had the pack doctors come see you while you were asleep. They gave you a few things for your exhaustion, saline through an

They continued walking in silence until they reached a set of massive double doors carved with intricate designs of wolves and moons and forests. Balfour pushed them open with casual strength, revealing the library.Carter could barely breathe, amazed at the sight of it.It was enormous. Three stories tall with a spiral staircase connecting the levels, floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with thousands upon thousands of books. There were reading nooks tucked into corners, comfortable-looking leather chairs positioned near fireplaces, and tall windows that let in natural light.But as Carter moved closer to examine the collection, his initial wonder faded into disappointment. There was only book after book of werewolf law, werewolf ancestry, werewolf history, werewolf mythology. Pack politics and moon cycles and their effects on shifting abilities. What the hell did any of that even mean?Nothing useful for escape planning, nor was there anything that would help him contact the outside