Semua Bab ALPHA BROTHERS WANT ME : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The first light of dawn started to creep in through the cracks in the stones. The air grew chilly with that early morning kind of vibe when even the wind outside seemed afraid to speak.I sat curled beside the cold fireplace with my knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around them, heart beating somewhere I couldn’t reach.I wasn’t used to this in-between. I wasn’t their prisoner anymore—not really. But I wasn’t free either. I’d been sent here with a mission that burned in my chest like old coals. Kill Kael. Burn every bridge that stood in the way. Find my mother. So why did I feel like I was waiting for something else entirely?A quiet knock broke the silence. The door creaked open, and Zane leaned in, hair tousled, hoodie wrinkled, golden eyes squinting like he hadn’t slept either.He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me. Then he stepped inside, closed the door, and dropped a bottle of whiskey onto the table like it owed him money.“Why is it always you?” I muttered.Z

I awoke with my cheek pressed against the warmth of Kael’s bare shoulder, his steady breathing a soft rhythm beneath me as I lay curled against him on the edge of his oversized bed, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a storm-wrought puzzle.My legs were tucked tightly to my chest, knees brushing his side, and his arm remained draped around me through the night, as if he feared I might slip away. My wolf stirred within me, not with the usual restless hunger but with a quieter, more perilous longing that made my pulse quicken as I lingered in the heat of his embrace.Shifting slightly to test the space between us, I found Kael’s grip tightening at my waist, holding me close as I propped myself up on one elbow to look at his face. His eyes were closed, his features softened in sleep, no longer the sharp-jawed alpha radiating power but simply a man, weary and strikingly beautiful.Though every instinct urged me to do it, to stick to my mission, I found myself unable to act, captiv

It was nearly dusk when Jace found me in the side garden, kneeling near the old fountain, fingers trailing over the worn stone. He approached with a soft step, his scent familiar now—sage, steel, and the constant buzz of loyalty that wrapped around him like armor“Kael sent me,” he said, his tone even as he stood with his hands in his pockets, watching me closely.Without turning, I continued tracing the fountain’s cracked edges, my knees pressed into the soft earth. “To do what? Drag me back to the guest room?”“No,” Jace replied, pausing briefly before tilting his head toward the path behind the greenhouse. “He wants to talk. Alone. In the training yard.”Rising slowly, I brushed the dirt from my knees, the gritty texture lingering on my palms as I followed Jace in silence past a row of pines, their branches swaying in the night’s first breeze while the sky bloomed with purples and oranges.When we reached the training yard, I spotted Kael, his sleeves rolled up, shirt clinging to h

The first light of dawn crept through Rowan’s window, casting soft shadows across the room where I lay curled against his side, my cheek pressed to his chest, his steady heartbeat a quiet anchor as I stirred from sleep, the warmth of his arm draped over me.The fire in the corner had burned to embers, its faint crackle barely audible as I shifted on the narrow couch, Rowan’s hand still tracing slow, soothing circles on my back, grounding me against the lingering weight of last night’s confessions and the heat of his touch.Neither of us had pushed for more than that quiet closeness, his presence was a steady comfort that held the chaos at bay as I nestled closer, the scent of leather and ink clinging to his shirt.Eventually, I lifted my head, my hair falling across my face as I propped myself up on one elbow, meeting Rowan’s soft gaze. “I should go,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, the room’s stillness amplifying the sound of my words.“Why?” Rowan asked, his fi

Stepping out of Kael’s room into the empty hallway, I moved gradually, my boots scuffing softly against the floorboards as I tucked the folded paper with my mother’s name—Calla—into the waistband of my leggings.The corridor seemed to close in around me, the walls pressing tighter as I rounded a corner and nearly collided with Jace, who stood with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes locking onto mine as I steadied myself, my hand brushing the wall for balance.“Where’ve you been?” Jace asked, his stance rigid as he leaned against the corridor wall, his jacket sleeve riding up slightly to reveal the edge of a tattoo.“None of your business,” I said, crossing my arms to mirror his posture, the paper’s edge pressing against my skin as I met his gaze.“Kael’s room?” he pressed.“You always wait outside his door, or is tonight special?” I asked, raising a brow. “Look, if you want to ask something, Jace, go ahead and ask it.”Jace studied me for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as he stepped