Todos los capítulos de The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

BLAKE I couldn't stop the moan that came out of me as he pinned me hard against the wall, my chest heaving as the plaster pressed cool against my back."Mine, mine, mine.” He said sniffing my neck before grabbing my cheeks and slamming his lips on mine. I moaned as my knees buckled when his warm tongue invaded my mouth, tasting and sucking on my bottom lips. His hands found their way under my shirt and I shivered the moment his fingers touched my nipples. “Tom–” I swallowed my words back when he went to my neck, biting and sucking the warm skin there. “Tom–” my voice cracked as I moaned feeling when he bit me hard before soothing it with his tongue. His fingers continued to pinch and circle my nipples making my next words hard to come out. “Tom…” I tried anyway, “we just…. we just found out….shouldn't we–” He pulled away from my neck and dropped his forehead in mine, softly brushing my nose as our breaths mingled together. He stared at me with dazed eyes, “I've been waiting my who

TOM In the two days I've been cooped up with Blake, a lot happened. First, Tyson didn't wake up from that spell and his parents threw a fit. But when they found out Tyson was responsible for what happened, they took their five year old son and left the pack. Secondly, Bob is missing. They had assumed he left with Tyson's parents but he didn't. According to the pack guards, he left the same day we casted the spell on Tyson. The only good news was that the pack was happy I had found my mate. "But how did he end up in a deep sleep? Was the shadow spell supposed to do that?" I asked Malfada as we walked, with Nathan, to the place where the mate curse was placed. "No, it wasn't," Malfada replied. "The shadows did that the moment it talked to you." "You're going to have to explain more." Nathan said. "The shadows used Tyson's life energy to talk to Tom in the memory. That's why Tyson couldn't wake up." She explained. "So he's going to be like that forever?" "Not really. Just until

BLAKETom's scent was still on the pillow.Sweet and tropical, like pineapples. It clung to the bedsheets, pillows and even on my skin. I loved it so much. Mate. The word still felt too big for me. Like something I knew I shouldn't have or keep but I was keeping it anyway. Because I want it. I wanted this particular happiness and all the feelings it gives. I wasn't going to think about anything else for now. And at the back of my mind was a presence, warm and restless, pacing.My wolf. I could feel the shape of it, the weight of its attention, but it never spoke. Tom had told me his wolf talked to him all the time, sometimes so much he wanted it to shut up. I wanted to know what that was like. I wanted to hear a voice that was mine and wasn't afraid. I have so many questions to ask.'When? I asked the quiet pacing in my mind. 'When will you talk to me?'Nothing, just that soft pacing like it was listening. I sighed. I guess it'll take time.I got up from the bed and head into the ba

BLAKE The darkness around me didn't feel like sleep. It felt like something had reached in and pulled me somewhere else entirely, somewhere colder, somewhere that smelled faintly of smoke even though there was nothing burning in sight. "Hello again, Omega," the boy said, stepping out of the shadows like he'd never left at all. "Did you miss me?" My whole body locked up at the sound of his voice. There was nothing warm in it, nothing that pretended to be kind. It was flat, amused in a way that made my skin crawl. It was that boy again. "Why are you here?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've been looking for an opportunity to catch you alone for a while now," he said, circling me slowly, like he had all the time in the world and knew I had none of it. "Couldn't quite figure out how, though. You're always surrounded by someone. Your little witch friend, your alpha." He said the word alpha like it tasted bad in his mouth. "But then your precious mate decided to go loo

TOM I woke up before the sun had fully settled into the room, the light still soft and grey against the curtains. Blake was curled into my side, his breathing slow and even, one hand resting against my chest like he'd reached for me in his sleep and decided to stay there. I shifted closer, careful not to jostle him, pressing myself against his back and letting my arm settle over his waist. He didn't stir. His face was relaxed in a way I rarely got to see while he was awake, all the tension that usually lived in his shoulders smoothed out completely. After everything from the day before, after the conversation about Pete and the fear in his eyes when he recognized that boy's description, I figured he'd earned the rest. I kissed the top of his head softly, lingering there for a moment longer, before easing myself out from under the covers. He made a small sound of protest in his sleep, chasing the warmth I'd left behind, but didn't wake. "Sleep a little more," I murmured, even thou