All Chapters of The Alpha’s Power Play: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ROWAN ASHCROFT POV“My animal recognises that your presence here is a temporary cycle,” I whisper to the vacant air of the corridor, forcing the thought of Nyra's mating fantasy straight out of my processing centres.Kael Thornridge is a high-ranking player who commands the territory elite, and the digital logs confirm his alpha line has never bonded with a single permanent mate across his entire life cycle. He tracks multiple omegas across the seasons, and my position is strictly a tactical move on his grid.My mind supposes I must simply harvest the carnal satisfaction while the transaction remains active.I guide my boots back toward the main living zone of the loft, only to discover the space is entirely empty. “Kael?” My stride quickens toward the rear sleeping chamber, my intellect certain his paws are currently rummaging through my private garments or tracking my physical leather logs to harvest a personal diary. Whatever strategic move inflicts the maximum psychological discom

KAEL THORNRIDGE POV“God, finally,” Seraphine rumbles, her female alpha voice cutting through the thick bass as she drops her heavy arm from the mahogany bar. “Where has your animal been tracking? Ronan already cleared out of the territory hours ago, and my system is completely loaded with fire-ale.”My sister is the most strategic leader of our sibling unit across the moon phases, but whenever her palate consumes too much fermented brew, her internal barriers completely collapse.It always provides a stark biological reminder of the thick-furred, feral pup who used to spark just as many territorial wars as her two older brothers, if not more.In all authenticity, my intellect calculates that her animal should lower its operational guard with higher frequency across the seasons.But definitively not when my own presence occupies the immediate grid.Her energy can manifest as far too massive for a single perimeter, and my internal wolf acts with extreme protective aggression, a combina

KAEL THORNRIDGE POV“Her animal is completely tangled in confusion,” Seraphine mumbles, her jaw slack as the fermented fire-ale impacts her tracking center. “His skin is always aligned with Jaxen Creed.”That data file lacks any structural explanation regarding how her tracking sensors isolated their exact coordinates inside the training den, but my internal wolf allocates zero care to the logistics because the exact microsecond my pupils pivot toward the timber arches, my sight locks onto Kieran’s mass and his primary sentinel Jaxen racking up the heavy training pucks.Target acquired.Without deploying a single verbal dismissal to my sister, my boots execute a heavy stride toward the pair, my eyes pinned to my bloodline adversary across the entire floor. My advance brings my chest within a few paces of their coordinate before Jaxen’s tracking senses finally register my presence.“Greetings, Alpha,” he rumbles, his tone dripping with absolute pack disrespect.God, my paws wish my adm

Regardless of the lack of heat, another massive wave of applause breaks out across the floor, looking as though someone just announced the arrival of a newly bonded Luna. My mind supposes that reaction manifests naturally when the creative duo dominating the spotlight are also bound by a public marriage contract, but the sequence projects an absolute sense of untruth while my pupils are scanning the packed room for the singular male my animal craves to see right now, dying a little bit inside my ribs because his scent profile has yet to breach the perimeter.And it isn't like my boots can openly execute a hunt to locate his coordinates. My frame is rapidly inundated with congratulatory praise from wolves I recognize and a far vaster sea of wolves my tracking sensors have never logged. High-ranking entities. Wolves whose names my processing centers must permanently retain. Entities who held a massive structural part in engineering this broadcast victory. Jaxen Creed, the director of pr

Curse words leave his mouth as Kael waits for my muscles to loosen enough to let his mass back in, and then he stabs his weight into my center with a crazy, frenetic speed, hunting his own release. The alpha climax hits his system soon after, but not before my eyes recover enough to watch his facial features change in the dark.His jaw tenses tight, his skin looking darker even in the weak light from the window. Then his lips part and a deep, low animal groan that marks the most erotic sound my ears have ever intercepted echoes in the small room.After the release, his lungs barely take a single second to catch his breath before his arms drop my legs to the floorboards. His hand caps my throat with a firm pressure, and his mouth kisses my lips without mercy. His tongue slows its movement as my heartbeat starts to settle, looking as though his mind is timing the speed of the kiss with the pulse vibrating under his palm. When my lungs no longer feel like my body just completed a three-p