All Chapters of In Love With The Alpha Brothers : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Reyna’s POVThe silence between Jake and me was unbearable. His usual sharp remarks or sarcastic jabs were nowhere to be found. Instead, he trudged ahead, his broad shoulders stiff with tension, his focus fixed on the rogue-infested forest ahead.“Jake,” I whispered, quickening my steps to catch up with him. “What’s the plan once we get close?”“Keep them distracted. Make noise. Stay alive,” he replied flatly, not even sparing me a glance.“That’s it? No specifics?” I tried to force a laugh, but it sounded hollow, even to me.“Specifics don’t matter when you’re bait.” His tone was cold enough to send a shiver down my spine.I frowned, taken aback by his harshness. Jake was usually gruff, sure, but this... this felt different. “Did I do something to annoy you, or is this your usual charming self?”He didn’t answer.“Jake?” I tried again, louder this time.Still nothing. He just kept walking, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade, his eyes scanning the dense shadows of the trees.“S

Reyna's POV . . Jake didn’t let it finish. In one swift motion, he reached into his bag and pulled out the remaining pouch of wolfsbane. He hurled it to the ground, and the powder exploded into a thick, choking cloud. The rogues coughed and staggered, their movements sluggish as the potent toxin took effect. I stepped forward, coughing as the acrid smell stung my nose. “Jake! That’s not what we planned!” Finally, he turned to me. His icy blue eyes pierced through the haze, filled with a rage I’d never seen before. “Stay back, Reina.” Even his voice sounded different. His tone left no room for argument. I clamped my mouth shut, my protests dying on my lips. Jake moved toward the rogues with a deadly precision. One of them tried to snarl, but it was too weak to fight back. Jake’s claws gleamed in the dim light as he slashed its throat in one brutal motion. I flinched, my stomach twisting, but I couldn’t look away. Another rogue, still struggling to stand, barely had

Reyna's POVJake’s lips crashed into mine with a force that sent my thoughts scattering. His hands cupped my face, his grip firm but trembling, as if he was afraid I’d pull away.For a moment, I froze. The world around us blurred—there was no fire, no camp, no shadows, only him. His kiss was desperate, raw, like he’d been holding back for a lifetime.And maybe he had.I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could only feel—his lips soft but insistent, his warmth overwhelming, the way he poured every unspoken emotion into the kiss.When I finally remembered how to breathe, I pressed my hands against his chest, intending to push him away. But instead, my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, betraying me. My heart screamed at me to stop, but something deeper, something primal, wouldn’t let me.This wasn’t just a kiss. It was a confession, a breaking point, a plea.When he pulled back, his breathing ragged, he didn’t release me. His forehead rested against mine, his hands still cradl

Reyna's POV I found John in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. The sharp clink of a glass being set down broke the silence as I stepped in. “You have something to say?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He didn’t look at me, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Do you?” I folded my arms, leaning against the doorway. “If you’re upset about something, just say it.” John finally looked up, his eyes piercing. “You think I didn’t see you out there with him?” I froze, my stomach twisting. “It wasn’t what it looked like.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’re really going with that?” “It wasn’t!” My voice rose, frustration bubbling to the surface. “We were just talking.” “Talking,” he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sure. Because standing that close, with him looking at you like that, is just friendly conversation.” I took a step closer, anger flaring. “You don’t get to make assumptions, John. You don’t know what’s going on.”

Reyna's POV I found John in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. The sharp clink of a glass being set down broke the silence as I stepped in.“You have something to say?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.He didn’t look at me, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Do you?”I folded my arms, leaning against the doorway. “If you’re upset about something, just say it.”John finally looked up, his eyes piercing. “You think I didn’t see you out there with him?”I froze, my stomach twisting. “It wasn’t what it looked like.”He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’re really going with that?”“It wasn’t!” My voice rose, frustration bubbling to the surface. “We were just talking.”“Talking,” he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sure. Because standing that close, with him looking at you like that, is just friendly conversation.”I took a step closer, anger flaring. “You don’t get to make assumptions, John. You don’t know what’s going on.”“Then tell