All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

They had all not been sleeping well, though no one admitted it out loud.Today, they were all in the kitchen, their tense posture betraying the restless energy that plagued them all.Limbo… that was what this felt like.It had been days of silence, along with a crushing feeling like they were stuck in a place unable to move forward or go back. It was beginning to erode the foundation of their collective resolve."I can't do this anymore," Hayden muttered suddenly, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel.He was standing, staring at a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold with his red-rimmed and sunken eyes. He seemed to be doing worse than them… even than her.At first, it was subtle; restless shifting in sleep. Then a sharp intake of breaths followed by low, strangled sounds buried deep in his throat.Then the dreams worsened, and now he woke gasping, drenched in sweat, his hands gripping the sheets like a man clinging to reality.Myla looked up from the isl

Edward’s hands trembled so violently that he nearly dropped the phone. For a few seconds, his tongue locked to the roof of his mouth, and all that came out were short, ragged, disbelieving breaths that scraped through his chest like broken glass. His entire body shook with a relief so overwhelming it bordered on pain.“Rosie…” he finally whispered, saying her name as if it were something sacred. “Tell me I’m not dreaming again.”On the other end, Myla closed her eyes. Her chest tightened at the way the obsession and desperation in his voice echoed through the loudspeaker.Edward sounded like a man who had just been pulled from drowning, clinging to the first breath of air with frantic disbelief.“Yes, Eddie-bear,” she whispered softly, keeping the cadence of her voice as close to Rosie’s as possible. Though she knew Beck’s voice changing software was actively working, she didn’t want to give any opportunity for a slip-up now that they'd gotten him on the phone after so long.She did n

"She loves me..." Edward whispered into the silent office, the words a ragged whisper. The phone remained pressed against his ear long after the line had gone dead, his fingers trembling so violently that the device nearly slipped from his grip. His chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, each breath scraping through him like they were too large for his lungs to contain.Rosie had spoken to him. And he was 100% sure it hadn’t been a dream or one of those cruel hallucinations his mind sometimes produced when exhaustion dragged him into that dangerous space between reality and longing.The silence on the line after one of the demons had taken the phone was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It meant she was there. It meant she was fighting for him. It meant that all the years of screaming, years of being told he was a monster and a murderer, had all been a lie constructed by the world to keep them apart.A broken, disbelieving laugh escaped his throat, quickly dissolving into a

“I told you he wouldn't call again,” Myla said calmly.Three pairs of eyes turned to her.She didn’t waver. “He thinks one of you walked in while I was on the phone.”Jared’s mouth curved slightly at her confidence.Myla met their gazes. “If he believes I’m in danger, he won’t risk another call. He’ll move forward with whatever plan he already had.”"You’re sure you’re okay? You haven't mentioned her name once since the call ended." Hayden’s voice broke the heavy silence of the living room, his eyes searching Myla’s face with an intensity that bordered on frantic.It was the second day since the call. They had spent forty-eight hours in a state of hypervigilance, waiting for the phone to vibrate again, but Edward had remained silent. They held onto a single, desperate faith: that the way Myla had ended the call, acting as if she had been caught by her "captors," would be enough to drive Edward into a protective frenzy.Hayden exhaled slowly. “You handled that better than any negotiato

The kiss wasn't soft or tender; it was a conquest. Jared bit down on Beck’s lower lip until he tasted the faint, metallic tang of blood, his tongue forcing its way into Beck’s mouth, sweeping around as if he were trying to consume him from the inside out. He needed to drown out the noise in his lover’s head, to replace the digital static with the raw reality of the flesh.Beck let out a choked, desperate whimper into the kiss, his fingers curling into Jared’s shirt like he was holding onto the only solid thing in a storm. The frantic energy in his body began to shift, replaced by a dark, heavy heat.Jared pulled back just an inch, panting. He could feel the pulse thrumming frantically against his palms where he held Beck’s neck. "Your head is a goddamn storm, baby. I’m going to shut it down.""Jay... please..." Beck gasped, his head falling back against the headrest, his eyes finally focusing on the man above him.Jared didn't let him breathe. He kissed him again while his fingers rea