All Chapters of The Hot Alpha’s Curvy Craving : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61SophiaKellan didn’t say anything at first. He just sat there with his knees touching mine and his hand still halfway up to my face, frozen, and I watched the words go into him one at a time.“Almost,” he said finally.“Almost. Nothing happened. Ryder kicked the door in before anything happened.”“So if Ryder hadn’t kicked the door in.”“I don’t know,” I said, and I made myself keep looking at him even though every part of me wanted to look at the floor. “I don’t know, Kellan. I’m not going to sit here and lie and say I would have pushed him away, because I don’t know that. You were gone. I’d just told you not to come back. I was so angry and so tired and he was the only person in this house who wasn’t yelling at me.”He stood up so fast the chair scraped back across the tile. He walked to the window, then to the counter, then back to the window, and he put both hands flat on the glass and dropped his head between his arms.“I was gone for four hours,” he said to the window

Chapter 63SoliaI had been Luna-to-be of this pack for exactly forty-one days, and it took Alpha Conrad eleven seconds to end it.I counted. I’m good at counting things when I’m trying not to cry in public. Eleven seconds from the moment he said my heir to the moment he said Luna of this pack and looked straight at her, at Sophia, standing there in a green dress and red lipstick like somebody had cut her out of a magazine I’d have made fun of in high school.Nobody looked at me. That was the worst part. The whole council room, five elders, three guards, two brothers, one doctor, and not one single person turned their head to see what my face was doing.So I kept it perfectly still.“No,” Kellan said.He didn’t yell it. He said it the way you’d say the sky was blue. Then he let go of Sophia’s hand and walked right up to the head of the table, and I watched every guard in the room shift their weight.“You don’t get to give her away,” he said. “She’s not a car. She’s not a piece of land

Chapter 65SophiaKellan had never been to a fair.He told me that in the parking lot, very casually, while he was locking the truck, like he was telling me the weather.“What do you mean never,” I said.“Never. The pack took the kids every summer. Ryder went. My father went. I stayed home.” He shrugged. “Mistress’s son doesn’t get fair days. Somebody might take a picture of the Alpha standing next to his mistake eating a corn dog.”“Kellan.”“It’s fine.”“It’s not fine.”“It’s a little fine. I’m here now.” He held his hand out. “So. Teach me. What do people do at these things?”So I taught him.I taught him that you eat the corn dog first and the funnel cake last. I taught him that the milk bottle game is rigged and you play it anyway. I taught him that the man guessing your weight will always guess wrong if you wear your jacket, so I kept his leather jacket on and the guy guessed forty pounds too light and I won a keychain shaped like a pickle and Kellan acted like I’d won a war.“Y

Chapter 67 Kellan I walked in and sat on the bench next to Gerald. He sat on the other end. Two brothers and a giraffe. We’d never sat on the same bench in our lives.“I’m going to challenge you,” I said. “At the full moon. For the seat.”He didn’t look surprised. He just nodded slowly, like I’d told him it might rain.“Good,” he said.I turned my head. “Good?”“I hope you win.” He stared at the bag, still swinging a little. “I mean it, Kellan. You take the seat, the council can’t order anybody to mate the heir, because the heir’s you and you already chose. She’s free. I’m free. I take Solia and go run a pack hardware store somewhere and never sit in that council room again. That’s the dream. That’s the best thing that could happen to me.”“So yield.”He laughed. It was the worst sound. “You think I haven’t tried? I tried last night. Stood right there in the middle of this floor at two in the morning and said out loud, I yield, I don’t want the seat, I don’t want her, I want Solia.

Chapter 69HarlandAt five thirty in the morning the heir of the pack showed up at my lab with a bleeding hand, his girlfriend, and a purple giraffe.“Why is there a giraffe,” I said.“His name is Gerald,” Ryder said.“I didn’t ask his name. I asked why he’s in my lab.”“Because Solia said I can’t go anywhere alone,” Ryder said. “And she had to park the car.”Solia came in a second later with her keys in her hand and her hair in a bun so tight it looked painful. “He’s here as moral support,” she said, taking Gerald and setting him on my one good stool. “Don’t touch him with anything sharp.”“I’ll try to restrain myself.”I sat Ryder down and cut off the bandage. The cuts across his knuckles had split open again. Not deep. Just stubborn. The kind of wound that doesn’t heal because the body under it won’t sit still.“Did it open on its own?” I asked.“At the fair,” Ryder said.“And again last night,” Solia said. “In the car. He said something nice to me at a red light.”I looked at Ryde