All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OLIVIA POV The world had been reduced to a blur of wind, the deep rumble of the engine, and the solid, warm wall of Killian’s back. The world was just a blur of trees and sky, and for those few precious hours, I wasn't the cursed Luna, the abused wife, or the pack outcast. I was just a girl on the back of a motorcycle, tasting freedom.But all rides end.By the time Killian and I finally came back to the camp, the sky was already dark.Night had settled in completely, and the lodge glowed with warm, inviting light, and the sounds of laughter and chatter drifted out through the open doors. My brief sense of peace evaporated, replaced by the familiar, heavy weight of anxiety. We were back.Killian cut the engine, and the sudden silence was deafening. He got off first, then offered a hand to help me down. My legs were a little wobbly from the long ride. I took his hand, my smaller one disappearing in his, and for a moment, we just stood there in the dark, the connection feeling more si

OLIVIA POV The pool party ended, and everyone returned to the lodge. Dinner was noisy—people laughing, shouting across the table, talking about who won which game. I sat beside Madison, still shy, still trying to blend in. Killian sat across the table, silent as always, eating like he wasn’t even listening. But I knew he was. He always was.Later, everyone started going back to their rooms, their voices getting quieter as they disappeared down the hallways. I could barely move when I finally collapsed onto the bed. The pool party had drained me completely—the sun, the laughter, the nervous excitement… it all caught up to me. I felt my body sink into the mattress, my limbs heavy. Killian had disappeared into the bathroom, silent as always, and I didn’t even notice when sleep took over me.But sleep didn’t last.The nightmare found me again.The cold hospital floor, Eric's cruel laugh, the sound of the dogs mixed with my babies cries...I jerked up, my body trembling violently. The ni

OLIVIA POV The first thing I felt was warmth: thick, heavy, and wrapped all around me. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, soft and golden, but it was the arms locked around my waist that made me freeze. Strong. Possessive. Real. Killian. My heart slammed against my ribs. I tried to move, to slip away before he woke up, but those arms only tightened, pulling me back against a hard, warm chest. A low, sleepy sound rumbled behind me. I turned my head slowly, carefully. He was still asleep. His face was softer like this, long black lashes resting on sharp cheekbones, lips slightly parted. His messy hair fell over his forehead, and the tattoos on his neck crawled down under the collar of his black shirt like dark secrets. One thick strand of hair had fallen across his eyes. I wanted to brush it away. God, I wanted to. Heat rushed to my cheeks as every second of last night flooded back: the pool, the moonlight, his mouth on me, the way he’d torn my bikini off, the cold bite of

OLIVIA I walked into the dining hall with my heart still bleeding from the gym, from the way I’d thrown those cruel words at Killian. My hands were shaking slightly. The main lodge was full and loud, every Alpha, lunas, and high-ranking wolves were grabbing plates, laughing, talking about what today’s activities would be. I walked in quietly, head down, hugging my arms around myself as if that would hold the pieces of me together.I kept hearing Lupiter’s voice in my head:“Men always choose me in the end.”I swallowed hard.I grabbed a plate, scooped whatever food I could reach—even though I couldn’t taste anything—and went straight to a small table in the corner.It hit me only when I sat down.This was the first time…The first time since the camp started… that I was sitting alone without Killian near me.I stabbed at the eggs like they had personally offended me. It felt like a spotlight was shining on my loneliness.I stared at my eggs, trying not to cry again, when the bench a

OLIVIA POV The new room was small, cold, and smelled of pine cleaner and old blankets. I shut the door, dropped my bag on the floor, and stood there for a long time, staring at nothing.Then the tears came.They started quiet, just hot tracks down my cheeks, but the second I let one fall the rest tore loose. I pressed both hands over my mouth so no one in the hallway would hear, and I cried like the world was ending.Because it felt like it was.I saw it over and over behind my eyelids: Lupiter wrapped around Killian, her arms around his neck, her body flush against his chest. The way he hadn’t pushed her away fast enough. The way he’d smiled at her at breakfast, pulled out her chair, made the whole camp believe she was the one he wanted.I had been so foolish.Foolish to let him touch me. Foolish to let him inside me. Foolish to believe, even for one second, that those low growls of “mine” had meant anything real. He’d used me exactly the way Eric always said men would: a warm body,