Caught Between The Big Bad Alphas のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 39

Chapter 31Aidan’s POV Frustration and AngerI walked out of the pool area, uninterested in staying here any longer, and decided to drive home.The air outside was cool, sharp with the kind of evening silence that stretches just before something happens. The last rays of the sun were slipping behind the west wall of the academy, turning the concrete a dull gold. I didn’t care to look back. The echo of whispers and the sound of Sophia’s coughing were already fading behind me.Peace. That’s all I wanted and silence that didn’t come with questions, eyes, or noise.I walked to the car park, I could sense some wolves. I sighed. “Of course.”Darren’s idea of revenge had never been subtle. He wasn’t built for subtlety. He preferred shows of power, loud gestures that made him feel like he owned the shadows. He wanted wolves to gang up on me. How fitting.I found my path blocked with three figures standing dead center. Their shapes weren’t fully human, but not fully wolf either, limbs too lon

Chapter 33Rochelle’s POV FlashesEvander’s hand found my back, a quiet, steadying touch that helped me move. My legs didn’t feel real as we walked toward the car.Aidan’s car was waiting, still parked where it always was. Ryker opened the back door for me with a mock flourish. “After you, princess.”I hesitated. My reflection stared back at me in the tinted window, pale, wide-eyed, uncertain.Evander leaned closer and whispered, “You’re safe. I promise.”That was enough to get me moving.I slid in, the seat cool against my palms. Ryker got into the front, Evander beside me.The car started, but I didn’t realize how tightly I was holding my bag until my fingers started to ache.No one spoke for a while. The sound of tires on the road became the only thing anchoring me to the moment.Every time I blinked, I saw flashes of Aidan’s stillness, his gaze, the way the air around him seemed to bend. I’d never seen anything like it. Never imagined he was capable of that kind of controlled vio

CHAPTER 35(Rochelle Pov)Lust FilledThe rope felt coarse and alien against my skin, a tangible symbol of the invisible debt I now carried. It wasn't tight, but the promise of what it could do was suffocating. I kept my gaze locked on the collar of Ryker's shirt, unable to look him in the eye as he stood impossibly close."The third lesson," Ryker continued, his fingers brushing the rope's braid near my shoulder, "is vulnerability. You can’t fight us, Rochelle. You just proved that by obeying what your mind wanted to refuse. I could ask you for anything, and you would give it."My throat tightened, a painful lump forming beneath the rope. "I won't break," I whispered, the words barely audible.Ryker let out a soft, low sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sigh. "I don’t want you to break, sweetheart. I want you to bend. There’s a difference."I stood in the center of the exhibit room, the naked, exposed center, but the lights were suddenly off. We were submerged in a suffocat

CHAPTER 37 (Rochelle Pov)Slow Strokes part 11Evander’s cock began to soften slightly, and with a soft, wet pull, he slipped it free. The sudden release of pressure was a shock, but the ordeal wasn’t over.Ryker immediately intensified his action. With Evander’s cock gone, he drove his own deeper, taking the vacated space, pounding away at my face with a brutal focus.“Oh, what a slut, you debt-paying whore,” Ryker ground out, his voice thick with a triumphant mixture of lust and scorn. “This is exactly what you owe. Keep sucking, keep sucking, I’m coming!”Evander, still breathing raggedly, didn’t leave. He began to rub the tip of his now-softened cock across my cheek, smearing the fluid that had spilled there. His hand slid to the back of my head, holding me in place, forcing my gaze to the dark figures in the room.Ryker’s body began to shudder, his climax a vicious, demanding explosion. The final, forceful wave slammed into my mouth, scalding and immense. It was a suffocating

CHAPTER 39(Rochelle Pov)Confrontation Evander remained by the window, a rigid, defeated silhouette. The distant voice of Thalia had faded slightly, but the tension in the room remained razor-sharp. Ryker’s hand had been heavy and dismissive on my thigh, grounding me in the center of their conflict.“You call this a sacrifice,” Evander finally bit out, his voice low and laced with frustrated venom. “I call it damage control.”Ryker sighed, a sound of supreme boredom. He finally lifted his hand from me, turning slightly to fix his twin with a cold, analytical stare. “A sacrifice is when you give up something valuable for a necessary gain. You are sacrificing your own dignity, Evander, for a girl who treats you like a temporary placeholder.”Evander pushed off the window frame, taking a step toward the bed. “You think I don’t know that? The dignity is irrelevant. The point is, she still has to date one of us. Or else.”The last two words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken danger. I