All Chapters of Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tabitha’s POVHe turns toward the men beside him. “Allow me to introduce our guests. This is Eliott Sharpe, Alpha of the Deathclaw Pack, and his Beta, Karl Langston.”Eliott is a broad-shouldered man with iron-gray hair brushed neatly back. My mom and I exchange a firm handshake with him.“Appreciate the welcome. It’s been a while since I last visited Crystal Ridge,” Eliott says with a nod.Karl, a slightly leaner man with a watchful gaze and a close-cropped beard nods at Alpha Emery.“Always a pleasure to be among fellow alphas. We’ll try not to turn your estate into a battleground.”Emery chuckles. “Hopefully, that won’t be necessary.”“And this,” Emery continues, gesturing to the young man standing a little behind them, “is Rhett Sharpe, Eliott’s eldest son and the future Alpha of the Deathclaw Pack.”Rhett gives a curt nod. “Nice to meet you,” he says, though his tone is flat and his eyes scan the room like he has better places to be.He doesn’t seem the warm and chatty type. Fine

Tabitha’s POV“You’ve been staring at the fishermen for quite some time now. At first, I thought it was because you were fascinated by the good catch,” Arthur says with a faint smile. “But when you mentioned you used to live here, I figured maybe you had some history with boats.”I nod, a small laugh escaping me. “You’re not wrong. My dad was a fisherman. We didn’t have a big boat or anything fancy, but he’d take me out sometimes when the weather was good.”“It’s probably why I couldn’t stop looking at the shore today. For a second, it felt like I was ten again, waiting for my dad to call me over and let me steer.”“That sounds like a good memory,” he says gently.“It was,” I murmur. “One of the best.”Arthur gestures toward a sleek yacht docked a little ways off. “Well then, why don’t we go for a little sail? That one over there is mine. Not the fanciest one I own, but she gets the job done.”My jaw drops. Holy shit. Of course he’d own a freaking yacht! The Becketts control the bigge

Tabitha’s POVReed’s grip on my wrist is like iron as he drags me through the front doors of the Aldair estate. The moment we enter, the sudden noise of the door slamming startles the staff. A few maids freeze mid-step, eyes wide, while one of the butlers nearly drops the tray he’s carrying. They all stare at Reed’s hand wrapped tight around my wrist, at the other Aldair brothers trailing in behind us like shadows cast from a storm. The air shifts, thick with tension.Reed doesn’t even slow down. “Out. All of you,” he barks. “Now.”He doesn’t have to repeat himself. His order practically jolts everyone into submission. The staff scrambles, scuttling down side halls and staircases like roaches caught under a jar. Within seconds, the grand foyer empties, leaving nothing but the echo of fleeing footsteps and the suffocating heat of the boys’ silence closing in around me.Evren walks ahead in silence, his hands tucked into his pockets, jaw locked tight, while Jace closes in behind me, eve

Tabitha’s POVIt’s late afternoon when I leave my room. I’ve been pacing for over an hour, still rattled from what happened with Reed in the library. I feel suffocated in my room and my mind is screaming to seek some fresh air. I really don’t have a destination in mind. I just need to move.My feet carry me down the east wing. I pass two doors before I hear voices coming from one that’s slightly open. I slow down when I catch the faint sound of voices behind the half-open door. I pause. I don’t mean to stop, but something in the tone draws me closer. I press myself to the wall and lean in.“She’s digging again,” I recognize Reed’s agitated voice. “We need to stop her before she finds anything else.”I go still. It doesn’t take a genius to know that they are talking about me. Is this about my encounter with it in the library earlier? It hasn’t even been a day and he is already tattling me to his brothers?“We warned her already. Maybe we weren’t clear enough.” Jace's tone sounds ominou

Tabitha’s POVJace tosses the ruined shirt aside and rests his palm on my back. His gaze burns into me and suddenly I feel so naked and vulnerable, like I’m totally naked in front of him when there’s still a piece of fabric between us.I expect his serious expression to melt into something ridiculing, like he usually does when we were younger. But he doesn’t. He just studies the injury with a furrowed brow, like all he can see is the pain inflicted on my body.“Now, let’s remove this son of a bitch…” Jace picks up the tweezer and crouches in front of me. His jaw tightens as he leans in and studies the wound again. I feel his breath against my shoulder before the cold metal touches my skin.“This might hurt,” he mutters.No shit.I grip the edge of the mattress and hold my breath as he begins to pull the glass out. The largest shard comes first. I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, refusing to make a sound. Pain shoots through my arm like fire, but I stay still. He doesn’t flinc