Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bullied By My Alpha Twins: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE ALEX DAVALO Don't just be a coward!Sandro had returned late that night. The moment he stepped into the room, I knew something was off. He reeked of alcohol, and his usually sharp eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t fully there. His movements were sluggish, almost like he was moving through water, and it was clear to me that he was in no state to talk. That frustrated me more than I could express. I had been waiting all evening to talk to him about Nadia and the bills she needed help with for the next session, but now, seeing the state he was in, I knew I had no choice but to wait until he was back to his senses…And that usually took an age when he was either high on drugs or alcohol!I watched him stumble around the room, dropping his jacket carelessly on the floor and nearly tripping over it as he made his way to his bed. He didn’t even bother taking off his shoes. He just collapsed onto the mattress, face down, and within minu

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE NADIAPhil had called me that evening, making an awkward demand. "Hey, I want you in college tomorrow morning," he said, his voice firm, almost commanding. It wasn’t like him at all, which made me pause for a moment."Why?" I asked, my eyebrows lifting in surprise. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him; it was just that his tone was off like he was talking to one of his workers, not his friend."The team needs you," he replied, a hint of desperation seeping through his words.I frowned, my fingers tightening around the phone. "But you know I'm working," I reminded him, hoping that he had just forgotten. My job at the café and a few other places wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills, and I couldn’t afford to miss a shift."I know," Phil said, almost too quickly. "But this is important. Please, just come."There was something in his voice, something that made me feel like he wasn’t telling me the whole story. This wasn’t just about baske

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE SANDRO DAVALO Bethany had come to the house. She knocked on the door with determination on her face. When I answered, I could see right away that something was off. "Is Alex home?" she asked, her voice tense.I shook my head. "No, he’s not at home right now," I replied, watching her expression fall slightly. She looked like the entire world was against her, and it pained me to see her that way. Bethany had always looked cheerful, even though there was always something sinister behind her look."Great," she muttered under her breath before meeting my gaze again. "I want to talk to you, Sandro.""What is it, Bethany?" I asked, surprised by her sudden request. I didn’t expect her to want to talk to me. "It’s about Alex," she said, and the mere mention of his name made her look even more sad than before. I frowned, sensing the gravity of the conversation that was about to unfold."What about him?" I asked cautiously.She took a deep breath, crossed

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN NADIAI could feel Lara and Bethany’s piercing gazes as they burned into my skin."Do not pay her any attention," Alex said to Lara as he slowly began to take off the buttons on his white shirt. "She is just a mere adornment for our pleasure," he assured them. "Is she going to join us, darling?" Beth said coming up to Alex to assist him in taking off his clothes."No, my love, she does not deserve such. She is unworthy of either me or my brother," he said to her. My heart caught in my throat at his words. "What am I here for?" I asked Sandro who was closer to me. He caught me by the chin and pulled me closer to him, tilting my head just so that my eyes could stare directly into his."Learn to keep your mouth closed before I stuff it with a pillow," he said to me. "You will watch us and you will obey every single instruction we give you unless we will take turns stuffing your pussy with our cocks till you pass out." The threat was loud

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ALEX DAVALO I got lucky! I was fuming when Phil told me that my brother and Bethany had attacked Nadia during training. Phil sounded angry over the phone, and I could feel his frustration radiating through the line. It felt like he didn’t care anymore if I was going to punish him for speaking to me in that manner; he just wanted to vent his anger and frustrations on me.“Because of what they did, we are going to lose a key player for the competition,” he said through gritted teeth. I could almost picture him pacing back and forth, his hands most likely balled into fists.“What do you mean?” I shot back, trying to keep my anger in check, but it was no use. “Why would they do something like that?”“Nadia didn’t show up for the last team meeting before we traveled to Oklahoma for the inter-college basketball competition. Do you even understand the stakes here?” He continued to blame me, and it felt like a weight was being placed o