Deceiving my Big Bad Alphas (Kai Savage) Novel Free Online Free by Nina P

No. He was looking. Right into me. Through me. Right into Summer. And that’s when I felt it- Her control snapped. Just a little. Just enough. And she surged. Golden. Furious. Electric. My skin buzzed. The lights overhead flickered. My bones lit up with electric current. His eyes widened. Because he knew. He fucking knew.…

Shaky. Cold. Barely holding on. And for a second… just a second… I saw the moment everything I’d fought to keep hidden began to unravel. Because now he knew. And I wasn’t safe anymore. DERRICK POV The lucky to be still alive professor stumbled across the room making a beeline for the exit. But I…

He held up his hands. “Hey, just saying. You’ve got that look. The murder one.” “He touched her.” “Yeah. He won’t again.” I stared at the hallway. I could hear the water still running. I pictured her in there, naked, vulnerable. Bruised. And I saw red. Dalton sighed. “You want to check on her or…

In a very bad, very good way. Their eyes raked over me, and I swear I felt it like a touch. My breath caught. “What?” I asked, voice a little too high. “You’re not wearing pants,” Derrick said, voice low and gravelly. “You’re gorgeous,” Dalton added. “But you’d look better in my t-shirt.” My cheeks…

The study group list. The names beside mine: Bart Hollow and Albert Blackwood. I laughed. A dark, low sound. Almost amused. “That’s going to be fun,” I muttered, lips twitching. Albert? Unknown. But Bart? The creep who stared at Kai like she was a slab of meat on sale? Perfect. That gave me a front-row…

Custom micro-cameras. Thermal-sensitive. Auto-light adjustment. They looked like shirt buttons but were smarter than most humans. I slid one into my pocket. Then opened the second case. Heavier. Sleek. Unmarked. Inside: my pride. A tracking chip. Smaller than a fingernail. Easily hidden inside a bracelet charm or jacket seam. Shade rumbled beneath my skin. ‘Tag…

And he was right. Again. I turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of her face in the dark. Her lips were parted, her brow smooth, breath slow and steady. She looked peaceful now. Because we were here. Because we were keeping her safe. ‘Do you still trust me?’ ‘With my life.’ ‘With hers?’…

I was still. Like a statue. Like a ghost. And she- She was dead. I woke up with a jolt, my chest heaving, a cold sweat plastering my shirt to my back. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and a sharp nausea twisted in my gut, like I’d swallowed shards of glass. The room spun briefly before…

He looked like someone had just handed him the universe wrapped in a bow. Like he couldn’t believe she was there-on him, wrapped around him-after the fight, after the nightmare, after everything. He didn’t say a word. Just exhaled slowly and pulled her into his arms, squeezing her gently, reverently, like he could mold her…

I grabbed him by the collar, fingers curling into the soft fabric and dragging him forward until our noses touched. “Mine,” I growled. Then I kissed him. If Dalton was fire, Derrick was lightning. His mouth clashed with mine, wild and unfiltered. He moaned into the kiss, like he hadn’t known how badly he needed…