All Chapters of Kill Me Alpha, Before I Do (Beast Of Flames Book 1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 years ago.Romy’s POV“Heavens, Romy! You either pick that doll up or I swear, I'll rip its head off its poorly invested neck!” My mother screamed, filled with a fury I had come accustomed to over the years.I flinched, and the doll slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. One of her glass eyes caught the light and stared up at me like she was just as startled.Mother was already moving. She always moved when she was angry, like every step announced to everyone how angry she was.“Your birth alone has cost us enough,” she said, and this time her voice wavered. “Must you always remind me of it?”But the thing was, I wasn't waving it. I never did.Still, my hand went to the back of my neck, fingers pressing against the place that was always too warm. The skin there throbbed faintly, like it had its own heartbeat.“Pick up that doll this instant and make this room presentable. You will not ruin your sister’s day the way you have ruined our lives!”“Belly, enough!” Fa

Romy, 23. Present Day. “That dress,” Camellia noted, her polished finger pointing directly at my neck as I turned slightly in the full-length mirror. “It doesn't cover the tattoo.” “Why are you so bothered about her tattoo?” Erica asked from the vanity chair. She was the chief bridesmaid, Amy's younger sister, and four years older than me. Camellia, a brown-haired, blue-eyed friend of the family, crossed her arms. “I just think her dress is too revealing. It’s bad etiquette if a bridesmaid looks prettier than the bride, don't you think?” From the moment I had stepped into the luxury suite here in Buston, I had wanted to claw Camellia’s eyes out. She’d been glaring at me all morning while pretending not to. Looking at her heavily made-up face and heavily beaded gown, it was obvious she was the one trying desperately to outshine everyone in the room. “You should look in the mirror, Cam,” Erica flung out absentmindedly, blending the last of her setting powder. “I think you're the o

Romy pov“Did… did she just reject him?”“Did she reject Alpha Rowan?”“Is she crazy?”“Wait… she’s the Alpha’s mate?”The frantic, horrified whispers of the crowd swept through the grand reception hall like wildfire.Hundreds of pairs of eyes darted between me and the towering Beast of Flames standing only a breath away.A slow, dark smile appeared on my lips in absolute satisfaction.I had humiliated him. The Supreme Alpha of Stormveil, the most feared man on the continent, publicly cast aside by a bridesmaid.The urge to leap forward and bury my fangs into his perfectly sculpted, arrogant face was a living, breathing thing inside me.It hurt worse than the memory of the fire and it burned hotter than the night I watched him pull a silver blade from my sister’s chest.The Goddess forbade the man who slaughtered my family turned out to be my fated mate. The Moon Goddess must be absolutely silly to play such a sick, twisted joke on my life.I waited for the mythical, soul-tearing agon

Rowan pov"You're crazy if you think I'll let you claim me."Her chest heaved violently against mine, her hazel eyes blazing with a feral, untamed fury. Her fire did something dangerous to my blood, and I let my lips curve into a dark, genuine smile. She was incredibly amusing, it was a turn on."You should know I'll be much crazier if you think I'm letting you go so freely," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, rumble. "Don't worry. Your family will be duly notified."She froze, her breathing turning jagged. She was no longer fighting the break against the wall. Seeing the absolute panic flash behind her mask, I released her wrists. I took a slow step back, pushing my left hand casually into the pocket of my slacks.Freed from my grip, she moved with blinding, assassin-level speed. She did a single, seamless jump over the massive king-sized bed, landing perfectly on the balls of her feet a few steps from the balcony window. Her eyes were hateful, tracking my every little movemen

Romy PovThe house was on fire again.It always was, in my sleep.I could smell the smoke before I saw the flames, thick and black and suffocating, rolling across the front yard like it was a roaring dragon. My parents were already on the grass. They were always already on the grass. Silver knives buried deep, blood pooling dark and wide into the dirt, their faces turned up at the sky like they'd been star-gazing instead of dying.I couldn’t move, my legs wouldn’t obey.I wanted to run to them. I wanted to scream. But my body stayed frozen in the shadows, small and useless, watching.And then he appeared. Rowan.He was kneeling over Alina, his hand gripping the hilt of the blade buried in her chest. Her fingers clawed at his shirt. Weak. Desperate. And he just... pulled it free. A slow, sickening slide of steel through flesh, and he stood up like it was nothing. Like she meant nothing."Burn it."I jolted awake so hard I nearly rolled off the surface beneath me. My hand shot out an