All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

*** OLIVIA *** It wasn’t like walking into a warm room. It was like a hot wet blanket had been thrown over my head and stuffed into my mouth. The air was thick and heavy with heat. I gasped, but the air I breathed in was scorching. It burned my throat and lungs. I scrambled to my feet, my eyes flying to the thermometer on the wall. The needle was already climbing. At 60°C my skin prickled, sweat instantly beading on my forehead. Then 70°C… my face flushed a deep, painful red. The steam, oozing from the corner wrapped around me like ghostly hands, squeezing my chest. Each breath was a fight. I was panting, but it didn’t help. My heart was pounding too fast. When it reached 70°C, Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. The floor under my feet was burning my bare soles. My dress was already soaked through with sweat, clinging to me like a second skin of misery. Outside the glass door, Eric was leaning casually against the wall. He was playing with something in his h

OLIVIA POV The room was suddenly too full of noise, too full of angry faces. Lupiter’s sobs, Eric’s shouts, the growl of the crowd. I tried to push myself up on the bed, my body screaming in protest. I opened my mouth. I had to tell them. I had to say it was a lie.But the words were a dry whisper, lost in the storm. “I didn’t…”Eric didn’t even look at me. He was holding Lupiter, stroking her perfect golden hair as she cried fake tears into his shirt. He cut me off before I could even start.“Enough!” he roared, his voice silencing everything. His eyes, when they finally landed on me, were not just angry. They were ice-cold. “You attack the blessed one? You draw her blood?” His face was twisted with hate. He punched the wall so hard it cracked, his knuckles splitting open, blood dripping.“Eric—” Lupiter whimpered, playing weak.He quickly scooped her up like she was made of glass. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll fix this.”I tried to sit up more, but my body was too weak. “I didn’t do it!

OLIVIA The next morning, the small room felt almost safe. Madison had stayed with me through the night, dozing in the chair by the bed. She had the pack healer bring ointment for my snake bites and a bitter tea for the fever. The tea helped a little. The fog in my head was fading, but the pain was still a constant, heavy blanket over everything.I was propped up on the pillows, trying to sip more water, when the door to the room flew open without a knock.Lupiter stood in the doorway, a vision of perfect cruetly. She wore a flowing pink dress and her hair was beautifully styled. Behind her trailed three girls—the omega maids, the lowest-ranked members of the pack who did all the worst work. They kept their eyes on the floor, their hands clasped nervously.“Good morning, sister,” Lupiter chirped. “I thought I should come check on you. See how our… guest… is caring for you.” She swept into the room as if she owned it, which in her mind, she did.Madison, who had been reading by the win

OLIVIA The next night came too fast. The pack house was alive with music and laughter for the grand banquet. It was supposed to be a celebration before the moon festival, with Alphas and Lunas from nearby packs coming to visit. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation. But for me, it felt like walking into a trap.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Madison was pacing in front of me like a caged animal, her elegant gown swishing with each furious turn. Her face twisted with anger. I had recounted my visit to Father’s office—how he wanted me to publicly apologize to Lupiter and Eric at the festival, swear my loyalty, and live as a servant. It was all a deal to make me look bad one last time.“That’s bullshit,” Madison stopped, facing me. Her voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Her eyes, usually warm and bright, were flashing with the fierce gold of her wolf. “Your father is a monster. How can he do that to you? Make you beg in front of everyone? It’s cruel.”

OLIVIAThe hall had gone so quiet I could hear my own blood rushing in my ears.Eric and Killian circled each other like storms about to crash.Eric, wiping blood from his mouth, his eyes glowing that sickly, furious blue. Killian, still as a mountain, his grey eyes tracking Eric’s every twitch with cold precision. Everyone stood in a wide circle, watching, whispering, waiting. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of aggression and the electricity of shifting power.“He’s going to kill him,” a man near me whispered, his voice a mix of awe and fear.“Serves him right, challenging the King like that,” another muttered.“Look at her, just standing there. This is all her fault,” a Luna’s voice hissed from my left. I didn’t turn my head. I kept my eyes glued to Killian.Then, Eric shifted first.His body cracked and twisted, clothes ripping away as a smaller brown wolf burst out. He was smaller than I remembered—lean, fast, eyes burning with hate. He bared his teeth, saliva dripping f