All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

THIRD POV Eric stood frozen in the corridor long after Killian’s footsteps had faded.The words still burned in his ears, each word a brand: Illegitimate. Mistake. Never wanted.His vision blurred red. His wolf howled inside his skull, clawing for release, but the shame and fury so thick he could taste it.He turned on his heel and stormed away, boots slamming against th floor like gunshots. Everyone scattered out of his path, sensing the killing rage rolling off him in waves. He didn’t see them. He didn’t see anything except the memory of Killian’s cold, smiling face.He reached the east ward in a blind haze and shoved the door open so hard it bounced off the wall.The room was dim, the sharp scent of antiseptic and blood hanging heavy. Lupiter lay propped against white pillows, neck and jaw dressed in thick bandages. Tubes ran into her arm; monitors beeped softly. She looked small, fragile, nothing like the untouchable queen she usually played.Eric didn’t register any of it. He ma

OLIVIA POVCool air hit my soaked pussy, and I whimpered.Then his mouth was on me.He licked a slow, deliberate stripe from my clit to my entrance, groaning like he was starving.“Fuck, baby,” he growled against my folds, voice muffled. “You taste like heaven and sin. So fucking wet for me.”I cried out into the pillow, hips jerking back against his face. He didn’t let me move. His hands clamped down on my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me exactly where he wanted me.Then he devoured me.His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me in slow, deep strokes while his nose rubbed my clit. I sobbed, trying to rock back, trying to chase the pleasure, but he controlled every movement.“Ride my face,” he ordered, voice dark and dirty. “Fuck my tongue like the greedy little girl you are.”I did. I couldn’t help it. I pushed back, grinding against his mouth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Killian—oh God—Killian—”I moaned his name over and over, muffled into the pillow, hips grindin

OLIVIA POV The ride back was pure magic. The sun was low, painting the sky pink and orange. My arms were tight around Killian’s waist, my cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, wind whipping my hair everywhere. We kept laughing for no reason, stealing kisses at every red light even though there were no lights out here, just trees and open road.When we rolled into the lodge garage, cheeks red from the wind, hair a wild mess, we couldn’t stop grinning. He killed the engine and I hopped off, legs still buzzing. He tugged me back by the hoodie strings and kissed me slow and deep, hands on my face like he never wanted to let go.I giggled against his mouth, a sound so light and happy I barely recognized it as my own. “We’re going to get caught,” I whispered, not really meaning it.“Let them watch,” he murmured back, his lips trailing to my jaw. His voice was a rough, warm promise. “I don’t care.”We were lost in our own world, in the dim, oily-smelling quiet of the garage. His foreh

OLIVIA POV The room was empty except for my suitcase and the quiet.I stood in the middle of the floor, fingers white around the handle, heart beating so loud I could hear it in my ears. The morning light came through the window in soft, sad stripes. Everything looked the same, but it felt like the end of the world.My eyes moved slowly over the space.There was the spot on the floor where Killian first slept, giving me the bed like a gentleman.There was the bed we ended up sharing every night after, tangled in sheets and each other.The room smelled like us. Like him. Like every secret we whispered in the dark.I took a deep, shaky breath. It rattled in my chest. I wasn’t crying, but my eyes felt hot and full. I was just… feeling too much. Sad to leave this strange, painful, beautiful bubble. Scared of what came next.“Olivia.”The voice came from the doorway. I didn’t turn. I was lost in my own head, in the silent goodbye I was saying to this room.“Olivia.” He said my name again,

KILLIAN For a few seconds, the world just stopped. The noise of the airport, the engines roaring, the smell of gasoline—it all vanished. There was only her face. A face from my nightmares. A face I had loved, and then hated more than anything in this world. Benita. She was here. Real. Breathing. Alive. And clinging to me like I was still the man she once knew. Her arms were around me, her tears soaking into my shirt. Her touch sent a shock through my system, waking up a pain I had locked away years ago. The scent of her—a faint, floral perfume I’d forced myself to forget ever—filled my nose, warring with the memory of vanilla and her. Olivia. I turned, scanning the crowd, searching for her dark hair, her scared green eyes. She was gone. My eyes turned left, just in time to see the back of Eric’s car pulling away, Olivia’s pale, devastated face a blur in the window. Lupiter’s triumphant smirk was the last clear thing. My heart stopped. No. No, no, no. I took one