All Chapters of On My Brother's Bed : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61Astrid’s POVMy pulse hadn’t slowed since the moment I saw Rhett raise that gun.“Rhett, stop!” I screamed, the sound raw against the echoing walls.Micah didn’t flinch even when Rhett’s finger tightened on the trigger.“Go ahead,” Micah snarled, his chest rising hard. “Do it!”Rhett’s eyes flicked between us, trembling with fury.“Please,” I moved forward, my voice shaking. “If you want to kill him…”His gaze snapped to me.“…then you kill me first.”The words came out before I could think. But the silence after was deafening.Rhett froze, his jaw clenched For a moment, I saw the gun shift in his hand. Then slowly, his arm dropped.He was breathing hard, his chest heaving like he’d just fought a war inside himself. Then his arm snaked around me, pulling me into him with a force that stole the air from my lungs.“Don’t ever say that again,” he growled, voice low, rough, too close to my ear. “Don’t you ever put yourself between me and him again.”I felt his heartbeat against

Chapter 63 Rhett’s POVThe first thing I felt was the warmth.Soft. Real.It took a second before my foggy mind caught up with what my body already knew. Someone was lying beside me.Astrid's hair spilled over the pillow, wild and tangled like the aftermath of a storm. One arm was tucked under her cheek, her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in quiet rhythm. The morning light coming through the blinds painted golden lines across her bare shoulder. She looked… peaceful. Too peaceful for someone who had wrecked me so completely.I dragged a hand through my hair, my head pounding lightly. Everything from last night flashed in fragments.I should’ve felt guilty. I didn’t.Instead, I felt something far more dangerous–which was content.Leaning closer, I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. My fingers lingered a little too long, tracing the curve of her jaw. Damn it, she was beautiful. In sleep, she looked almost innocent, and I hated that it made my chest ache.Her l

Chapter 65 Astrid’s POVI didn’t breathe the entire ride to my mom's place. Rhett didn’t speak once. Nor did he look at me. When he finally parked at the curb, he only said, “Ten minutes.”His voice had dropped into that low, pressed tone he used when something was caving in inside him. My chest tightened. I nodded and stepped out, the air cold enough to sting.The walkway leading up to the small apartment glowed faintly under the porch light. I pushed the door open quietly, expecting darkness.But laughter drifted out first.My mother’s laughter.It hit me so hard my throat closed instantly.I strode inside fully, and Dave was the first to see me. His eyes widened, surprise breaking over his face. The mug in his hand paused halfway to his lips.“Astrid?”My mom turned at the sound of his voice, still smiling—until her eyes landed on me.Everything on her face dropped.Her hand flew to her mouth. “A–Astrid?”I didn’t mean to run.But I did.I covered the small living room in seconds

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Chapter 68Astrid’s POVA month laterA dull heaviness settled deep in my abdomen like something foreign had taken residence there overnight. My limbs felt slow, useless. When I tried to breathe, my chest resisted, thick and tight, as if the air itself needed permission to enter me.I rolled onto my side and groaned.The fucking nausea came again. So hard my throat hurt and tears watered my eyes.My stomach clenched violently, a twisting sensation that sent me scrambling upright. I barely made it to the edge of the bed before nausea surged up my throat, hot and unforgiving. I gagged, pressed a hand over my mouth, and stumbled toward the bathroom.I retched until my eyes burned.When it was over, I stayed there, palms braced against the sink, forehead resting against the cool marble. My reflection stared back at me. I looked pale, eyes glass with trembling lips.What was wrong with me?It felt likemy body was turning against me, moving on its own rhythm, demanding things I didn’t under