All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

OLIVIA The large dining room was too quiet, and I was eating alone. Not because I wanted to. The nausea was constant now, a low, rolling wave that crested every morning and evening, leaving me weak and shaking. But I forced myself to chew, to swallow, to keep down whatever I could. I wasn't eating for me. I was eating for the tiny lives growing inside me.For my pups. I placed a hand on my still-flat stomach, imagining the two small hearts beating beneath my skin. For Killian's children.The thought of him was a knife in my chest. Did he know? Could he feel them, somehow? Or was he still lost in his rage, believing the lies Benita had fed him, believing I was a whore who had betrayed him?I pushed the food around my plate, trying not to think about it. Trying not to fall apart.The sound of tires on gravel broke the silence.My hand froze, fork halfway to my mouth. I set it down carefully, my heart already racing. Headlights swept across the dining room windows, illuminating the dark

OLIVIA Kane's voice was always smooth, cultured, the voice of a man who had spent decades perfecting the art of seeming harmless. This voice was something else entirely. Cold. Ancient. A voice that had watched empires crumble and felt nothing."Is the girl asleep?" the voice asked again. He spoke about me like I was a possession, a specimen, a thing to be observed and catalogued.Zoey's hand was steady on the wheel, but I felt her shock ripple through our bond. *Who is that?*I didn't answer. I couldn't. The voice had stolen my words, my breath, my thoughts."Is she resting well?" the baritone voice continued, and there was something almost amused in the tone. "The blood loss was significant. We wouldn't want anything to happen to her. Not yet."The implication hung in the air like poison. Not yet.And Zoey hung up.The phone clattered to the floor of the truck, and she pressed the accelerator harder, the engine roaring in protest. The dark road stretched ahead, empty and endless, t

OLIVIA It's days.Days since I'd woken up in this strange hut, in this hidden village, surrounded by strangers who had pulled me from the river and given me shelter. Three days of waiting, hoping, praying that the radio would work, and that help would come.My ankle was healing. The swelling had gone down, and I could walk without wincing now, though Denika–goddess bless her soul—still insisted I rest whenever she caught me on my feet for too long. The weakness from blood loss was fading. My cheeks had color again. My pups—my precious, stubborn pups—were growing stronger every day.It was a beautiful afternoon. I sat outside the hut, on a wooden bench watching the village. The sun was warm on my face, the breeze gentle, carrying the scent of river water and wildflowers. Children played in the grass, kicking a ball back and forth, their laughter bright and careless. Their mothers watched from the shade of the trees, their voices low as they chatted about nothing in particular.The men

OLIVIA The night was cold, but I barely felt it. I stood outside the hut, my arms wrapped around myself, my eyes fixed on the dark path that wound through the village and disappeared into the forest beyond. The moon was full, hanging low over the mountains, its light silvering the rooftops and casting long shadows across the dirt.He's coming, I told myself. He's coming. He's coming. He's coming.The words were a prayer, a promise, a lifeline I clung to in the darkness.Denika appeared in the doorway, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. "Olivia, come inside. It's cold. You'll make yourself sick."I shook my head, not looking away from the path. "I'm fine. I just need to wait.""You've been waiting for hours. The helicopter might not come tonight. The mountains are dangerous after dark, and the—""They'll come." My voice was sharp, cutting. I softened it. "He'll come."Denika was quiet for a moment. Then she sighed, the way she always did when she knew she wasn't going to win an arg

OLIVIA The pain was a living thing, a fire that consumed everything I was and remade me into something new. I screamed, my voice raw, my body shaking, my hands gripping the edges of the bed until my knuckles went white."Push, Luna! Push!"The midwife's voice was distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears. I couldn't. I couldn't do this. The pain was too much, too vast, too endless.“No!” I cried. "You can. You're almost there. Push!"Another wave crashed over me. I bore down, screaming, my vision going white. The pain was endless, timeless, a sea of fire that I was drowning in.Normally, a human pregnancy took nine months. But we were werewolves. Our bodies moved faster, healed faster, grew faster. Three months. That was all it took for my pups to be ready. Three months, and now they were fighting their way into the world, and I was fighting to survive them."The head is out, Luna! One more push! One more!"“Goddess, I really can't—” *You can. * Zoey's voice was faint, but fierce.