All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

OLIVIA POVThe main lodge was crowded, full of people playing cards, drinking, and laughing. I clung to that noise, hoping it would be a shield. I sat in a corner armchair, a book open but unread on my lap, just trying to be invisible. My mind kept replaying the library: Killian’s hand over my mouth, the way my body had betrayed me again and again, the bruises still throbbing under my turtleneck. I hated how easily he undid me. I hated that I still wanted him to.I was so lost, I didn't see him approach until his shadow fell over me, blocking the light."Olivia."I flinched, the book slipping from my grasp and thudding to the floor. I looked up, my heart seizing in my chest. Eric stood there. No Lupiter hanging off his arm for once. Just him, tall and golden and smiling the way he used to when we were kids, except now the smile didn’t reach his eyes.Before I could form a word, his hand shot out and closed around my wrist. "We need to talk. Now."Panic flared, hot and immediate. "No,

OLIVIA POV I woke up slowly, the kind of slow that comes after your body has been loved so thoroughly you feel it in your bones. The sheets smelled like Killian, leather, smoke, and something darker, and the faint ache between my thighs made me smile before I even opened my eyes. I stretched, fingers brushing the empty side of the bed. He was gone. His side of the bed was cold.He must have probably been off doing whatever terrifying thing Alpha Kings do at dawn, but the memory of last night, his mouth on my breasts, his body moving inside mine, the way he’d washed Eric away with every touch, still lingered like a secret under my skin.I sat up, pushing my messy hair out of my face, smiling shyly even though no one was watching. The room was quiet, morning light slipping through the half-drawn curtains, painting gold across the floorboards. I slid out of bed, bare feet on cool wood, and padded around the familiar space that now felt like a second home. His leather jacket hung on the

OLIVIA POVSunset came too fast.The sky bled orange and violet over the treetops, and the air turned sharp with cold and anticipation. I stood at the edge of the forest with the other females—twenty-three of us, maybe twenty-four—all of us barefoot or in thin running shoes, all of us stripped down to the simplest clothes we owned. The cold air sharp in my lungs, every heartbeat a drum in my ears. The Claiming Run. The words still felt unreal, like a nightmare I hadn’t woken from.The horn hadn’t sounded yet, but the clearing was already thick with tension. Dozens of us lined up, some trembling, some grinning like this was the greatest game they’d ever play. A few she-wolves had chosen not to run, standing a safe distance away with their mates or families, watching us the way people watch gladiators enter the arena.I wore simple black leggings and Killian’s oversized hoodie. The dark grey fabric was soft and impossibly large on me, the sleeves swallowing my hands and hem brushing m

OLIVIA I came back to consciousness slowly, the way you surface from deep water: lungs burning, limbs heavy, every heartbeat a dull thump in my ears. At first there was only noise, shouting, low and vicious, words slicing through the fog in my head “You think you can just take what’s mine?” Eric’s voice cracked with fury. “She’s my wife, Killian. My wife. You had no right to touch her, no right to carry her out of those woods like she belonged to you!”Killian’s answer was pure ice. “She never belonged to you. You lost the right to even say her name the first time you put your hands on her. And if you ever—”“Enough!” Rowan’s voice boomed, but it barely dented the storm.I groaned. The sound was small, pathetic, but it cut through everything like a blade.“Liv!” Madison was there first, dropping to her knees beside the bed, hands fluttering over my face, my hair, my shoulders like she was checking I was real. “Oh my God, Liv, you’re awake. Can you hear me? Say something!”I tried t

KILLIAN POV I was leaning against the the balcony, letting the cold bite into my skin because I needed something to feel other than the rage that hadn’t left my bloodstream since I carried her out of that ditch. The cigarette between my fingers was more ritual than craving; the smoke curled up into the black sky like a silent prayer I’d never learned the words to.Every muscle locked tight, my wolf pacing so hard behind my eyes I could taste blood.I’d promised her a minute.Sixty seconds.I was already at forty-three and counting.The infirmary door slammed open so hard the bang echoed across the clearing.Eric stormed out, face flushed crimson, fists trembling at his sides. I took one last drag, dropped the cigarette, and ground it beneath my boot.He stopped five feet away, chest heaving when he sighted me. “You happy now?” he spat. “You took everything from me!” I let the silence stretch just long enough for him to feel it.“I didn’t take anything,” I said, voice low, calm, let