Semua Bab MATED TO RUTHLESS ALPHA BROTHERS : Bab 31 - Bab 40

WAYLON Having my mate in my lap and feeding her gave me the greatest pleasure I could ever imagine. I wanted to do this every day from now on and never fucking stop. It was the best way to start one's day, and it gave me something to look forward to.Well, Giselle gave me everything to look forward to, making me feel like the happiest man alive on the planet. But the same couldn't be said for Patrick. I was aware of their heated interaction yesterday and how it had ended painfully for him.My brother looked completely broken after that, and seeing him in such a state troubled me. I wanted to talk to Giselle about this. Why was she denying him? I needed to know, but at the same time, I didn't want to push her. She had somewhat lowered her guard for me, and it would be futile if I made a wrong move that could make her close off even more."Are you ready?" I asked her after I was done feeding her breakfast. She wanted to lie down briefly because of the heavy breakfast. I had ensured tha

WAYLON"Were you touching yourself?" I demanded, my nostrils flaring. The air in the bedroom was so thick with her arousal that I could taste her in the air. I wanted to taste her, but then she begged for me, and I couldn't say no to her. But touching herself while she was right in front of me was where I drew the line. "Right in front of me? Did you forget the no-touching rule, pussy cat?"I growled, cupping her hot sex. She was wet and needy, making my wolf stir for her. He wanted to unite with her as soon as possible. Giselle squirmed under me, her face flushed with need."Do I need to show you what happens when you touch yourself, especially in the presence of your mate?" I asked, staring at her needy face. Her eyes were hooded with desire, her breaths heavy, and her skin hot to touch. She looked so beautiful like that. Her face was so vibrant, and her cheeks and eyes looked less hollow. She looked so full of life... so ready for me."Yes," She whimpered, trying to close her thigh

GISELLE One week later...My life at the brothers' house fell into a routine soon. I'd wake up in the morning and have Waylon bring me breakfast. He'd talk to me and spend time with me before leaving for work. He'd come around in the evening and spend the rest of the night touching and talking to me.I was starting to get used to it, which was fine for now. Waylon demanded all my focus and attention whenever I was awake. The rest of the time, I spent drifting in and out of sleep, especially after taking my meds.On nights after Waylon left, I always felt a presence in my room, watching and sometimes even touching me. I knew every time that it was Patrick. He always came to see me in the darkest hour of the night and left silently like a shadow. Somedays, I stared back at him, my eyes half open. He'd sit at the foot of my bed and gaze at me longingly. Sometimes, he touched me, but the other times, he maintained the distance.No matter what, I could feel his anguish, his need, his desp

PATRICK "You want to know?" She asked, something dark and dangerous swirling in her eyes. Even though I had her pinned against the wall with my body, and I could smell her arousal thick in the air, the rage in her eyes was lethal. Her body and tongue spoke different languages.The same was the case with me, and it was because we had been staying apart for such a long time. The only thing we had shared so far was a kiss, which wasn't even a proper one. Our bodies were starving for each other and doing everything to force us to mate. It was frustrating, and I had been trying to deal with it for the past week.However, nothing could have prepared me for the following words, "You killed my father, Patrick,"I stilled. The silence in the room was deafening. Her words felt unreal for a minute, but then I kept repeating them in my head, churning them until they rang in my ears, and my whole body shook with the realisation. Something heavy settled in my chest.The lethal look in Giselle's ey

PATRICK "Are you sorry for killing Timothy?" Giselle asked me sharply, her eyes filled with rage and loath- the two things I couldn't bear looking at anymore. It broke a part of me every time, hurt my wolf and deepened the wound in my chest."I'm sorry for killing your father, Giselle," I stated out loud and clear so that everything was out in the clear. I wanted this to be as straightforward as possible. It was all I had been preparing for the whole day, but I still felt anxious. The storm of emotions raging in Giselle's eyes made me feel like I was walking a tightrope."Are you sorry just because he was my father?" She asked, an assertive look in her eyes. I could say a bunch of stuff to her to beat around the bush, but I chose to speak the truth instead."Yes," I answered honestly, "I'm sorry that Timothy turned out to be your father. But I'm not sorry for killing my parents' murderer!"Something strong and dangerous raged in her eyes. Her jaw was set as she tacked me with her eye