All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KILLIAN The sight of the elders outside my pack house, so soon after Eric’s little performance, sent a bolt of pure, white-hot rage straight through my core. It was a challenge. A direct, bureaucratic slap in the face. My first instinct was to roar, to make the old stones of the mansion shake with my displeasure and send them scurrying.But I felt Olivia’s hand tighten in mine. I felt the slight tremor in her fingers. She was scared. Not of them, but of what they represented—the old world of rules and ownership.For her, I would be calm. For her, I would be the unshakable wall.I didn’t break stride. I kept walking, pulling her along with me, my face settling into the cool, impassive mask I used for politics and war. The King’s face.“Alistair. Virginia.” I gave them the barest nod of acknowledgment. It was all they would get.“Alpha King,” Alistair replied, his voice a dry. His old eyes, sharp as flint, slid to Olivia. “Olivia.” There was a weight in the way he said her name. Not un

OLIVIAThree days.Three days since we stood in that fancy phone store and Killian's aunt looked at me like I was something she'd scraped off her expensive heel. Three days since Benita's smug smirk and Penelope's cruel words. Three days of waiting, of dreading, of feeling the clock tick down to this very moment.And in those three days, something strange had happened.Zoey had gone quiet.Not completely silent. I could still feel her there, a warm presence curled up in the back of my mind. But she wasn't talking. No sassy comments, no sarcastic observations. Just… stillness. It worried me more than I wanted to admit.It was the morning of the hearing, and I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, staring at my reflection. I wore a simple, deep navy dress—modest, elegant, nothing flashy. Madison had helped me pick it out. "You need to look respectable and untouchable, Olivia," she'd said. "Like a Luna, not a victim."But looking at myself now, I still felt like that

OLIVIA The doors to the inner chamber opened, and the twelve Elders from different packs filed back into the hall again. Their faces unreadable. The crowd fell silent, all eyes fixed on them as they took their places.My heart hammered against my ribs. Killian's hand found mine, squeezing once before he had to release me and return to his throne. I stood alone in the center of the podium, feeling very small under the weight of twelve pairs of ancient eyes.The melodic voice of the woman behind the curtain floated through the chamber. "The Elders have deliberated. The claims made by both parties are grave, and the evidence presented thus far has been… conflicting. Therefore, the Council has reached a decision."A pause. The silence was suffocating."The only way for either party to prove their case is to produce witnesses. Living witnesses who can testify under oath to the truth of their claims."My eyes widened. Witnesses?Beside me, Eric faltered, his smug expression flickering. "Wi

OLIVIAI stirred awake, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I just lay there, warm and comfortable, wrapped in sheets that smelled like Killian. Then the memories of yesterday crashed over me like a wave; The videos. The babies. Zoey's silver form. Eric being dragged away.I sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet room. I was alone. Killian's side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. He'd probably been up for hours, handling pack business, dealing with the fallout from yesterday.*Zoey?* I called inwardly. *Are you okay?* A warm presence stirred in my mind. *I'm good. Strong. Better than I've been in years, actually. * A pause. *Can't say the same for you, though. *I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of yesterday pressing down on me.*Olivia?* *Honestly I don't feel good, * I admitted finally. *Not after what we watched yesterday.* Zoey was quiet for a moment. *I know. It was… hard. For both of

OLIVIA The door clicked shut behind Killian, and suddenly the room felt smaller. Much smaller. Kane's piercing blue eyes hadn't left my face since the moment we were alone, and that smile—that knowing, mysterious smile—made my skin prickle with something I didn't want to name."Comfortable?" he asked, gesturing to the plush chair I was perched on like a nervous bird."I'm fine," I said, my voice tighter than I intended.Kane leaned back in his chair, crossing one long leg over the other. He looked completely at ease, utterly in control. "You know, Killian has been my friend for a very long time. I've never seen him like this about anyone. He's different."I didn't know what to say to that, so I just nodded."He told me about the hearing. About the videos." Kane's voice dropped, becoming gentle, understanding. "That must have been devastating. To watch your own children—""Please." I held up a hand. "I don't want to talk about that. Not yet."He tilted his head, those blue eyes studyi