All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OLIVIA The inside of the car was a silent and intense. The seats were soft leather, the air smelled of expensive polish, but all I could feel was the weight of Lucas’s hand on my thigh. It was heavy and possessive, a constant, unwelcome weight through the thin silk of the emerald dress. I stared straight ahead at the dark road, seeing nothing. Jayson drove in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine and the rush of the night outside my window.Every mile that passed felt like a mile further from any hope. I was dressed like a jewel, polished and presented, but inside I was hollowed out, a shell filled only with cold dread and the lingering, shameful memory of his touch.Lucas didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His hand on my leg said everything: You are here. You are mine. You will perform.Jayson drove, his eyes occasionally meeting mine in the rearview mirror. There was no sympathy there, just a cool, amused assessment, like he was watching a particularly interesting bug in a ja

KILLIAN Betrayal. It wasn’t just that she was with someone else. It was that she was with him. The maker of my darkest hell. It made a sick, terrible sense. Had it all been a game? Had the camp, her tears, her vulnerability… had it all been a long con orchestrated by Lucas to strike at me one final, perfect time?The fury was a living thing in my chest, a wildfire with no direction to burn. The pain was deeper, an old ache fused with a new, shattered break. I’d lost her. Not to death, not to distance, but to my oldest enemy. And she had gone willingly.Caleb was silent beside me in the car, a tense, worried presence. He knew. He knew who Lucas was. He knew what this meant.“Killian…” he started, his voice cautious.“Don’t,” I snarled, the word guttural. “Not a word.”We didn’t go back to the mansion. The thought of those empty, silent rooms, the ghost of her scent still lingering in our room, was unbearable. “Take me to the clubhouse,” I ordered.The Black Crest clubhouse wasn’t a p

KILLIAN Sunlight spilled into the bedroom through the silk curtains when when I woke up, and the first thing I felt was the pounding in my skull—like someone had taken a hammer to my head while I slept. I groaned, the sound loud in the too-quiet room. Pushing myself up, the world swayed, the sheets sliding off me. I was clean. Fresh pajamas on. The stink of whiskey and vomit was gone, replaced by the scent of soap and my own sheets. Someone had taken care of me.Caleb. It had to be Caleb. A rush of fragmented memory hit me: the club, the bottle, the car, the humiliation of being half-carried, Benita’s shrill voice… Caleb refusing to let her stay. Thank the Moon for small mercies. If I’d woken up to her in this room, I might have torn the place apart.I squeezed my eyes shut against the splitting ache behind them. My mouth tasted like ash and regret. On the nightstand sat two aspirin and a tall glass of water. I grabbed them, dry-swallowing the pills and gulping the water so fast it

OLIVIA Killian looked different. The broken, hollow man from the party was gone. In his place was the Killian I remembered from the camp—a mountain of coiled tension, his hazel eyes sharp and burning, scanning me from head to toe as we approached. He was surrounded by Lucas’s guards, but he stood like he was the only one who mattered. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, gave a painful, traitorous lurch. Lucas stopped a few feet away, his grip on my hand tightening. “Killian,” he smiled, his voice smooth and pleasant, a host greeting a slightly unwelcome guest. “This is a surprise. I wasn’t aware we had an appointment. To what do we owe this… unexpected visit? Killian took a step forward. The guards around the edge of the driveway shifted, but Lucas gave a small, almost imperceptible shake of his head. He wanted this conversation. Killian’s eyes flicked to Lucas for a split second, full of a hatred so deep it was a physical force. Then they were back on me. “I’m not he

OLIVIA The coffee was bitter, but it was hot. I wrapped my hands around the thick ceramic mug, letting the warmth seep into my palms. Across the sleek glass wall of the restaurant, the world moved on. Cars honked in a busy symphony. A child chased a bright ball, laughing. People hurried past with shopping bags and purpose.I saw my own reflection in the glass. A week had passed. My cheeks had a faint color. My eyes weren’t as hollow. The deep, bone-tired weakness that had pinned me to the clinic bed was gone. I looked… healthier. Alive. Lucas had kept his promise.A small, fragile smile touched my lips. It vanished as quickly as it came, chased away by a memory.“Foolish, foolish girl.”Jasmine’s voice from that night in the clinic echoed in my head. I’d been rude, telling her to leave me alone with my misery. She hadn’t taken the bait.“You’ve sold your soul to the devil, haven’t you?” she’d said, her tone not jealous, but pitying.“I didn’t sell anything,” I’d snapped back, defensi