All Chapters of His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

OLIVIAI woke up slowly, the way you surface from a very deep, dark lake. My mind was fuzzy and quiet. For one perfect, blissful moment, I didn’t know where I was. The bed beneath me was soft, the sheets smelling faintly of clean cotton and something else, something woodsy and safe.Then, the memory crashed in.My eyes flew open. I was in a large, sun-filled bedroom. The walls were a soft grey stone, the furniture heavy dark wood. It wasn’t my cold, plain room in Eric’s house. I was in Killian’s mansion. Killian’s bed.A sigh escaped me, so deep it felt like it came from my toes. It wasn’t just air leaving my lungs; it was years of fear, a lifetime of tension, seeping out. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt a sense of peace. It was fragile, like the first thin ice on a pond, but it was real. I was safe.I turned in the large bed, my hand reaching out for the warmth I’d fallen asleep against. The sheets on his side were cool and rumpled. Killian was gone.A tin

OLIVIA After his threat hung in the air, heavy and thick, Killian didn’t give me time to think.He crashed his lips down on mine, catching me off-guard. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claiming, hungry and punishing, his tongue sweeping in to dominate. Goddess, he tasted—so sweet, additive, all male—it drove me insane. Just when I thought I'd ran out of air, he pulled away, leaving me breathless. Then his hands were on me in a flash—rough, strong, no gentleness left. He grabbed my hips and spun me around so fast I gasped. My chest hit the wall, palms slapping against it for balance. He pressed in behind me, his hard body pinning mine, his breath hot on my neck.“You’re mine,” he growled low, voice vibrating through me. “And you’re going to take every inch until you remember it.”I opened my mouth to protest, but he yanked my dress up, bunching it around my waist. My panties were pulled down in one hard tug, leaving me bare and exposed. Cool air hit my skin for half a second before his h

OLIVIA “That day, I got a call. From Benita. She was hysterical. Said she and my friend had been taken by a rival club. The Viper’s Nest.” He swallowed hard. “Like a fool, I went alone. No backup. No plan. Just rage and fear for them.”He turned his head to look at me, his eyes bleak. “The owner of the Viper’s Nest was Benita’s father. It wasn’t a kidnapping. It was an invitation. A trap. My best friend wanted my club, my territory, my status. Benita’s father wanted me dead for a past grievance. And Benita… She stood there, Olivia. She stood and watched while her father and the man I called brother tortured me. For three months.”The horror of it was too big to grasp. The betrayal was so deep, so complete, it made Eric’s cruelty seem almost simple in comparison.“Why?” I whispered, furious tears burning my eyes. “Why is she here? In your home? After that?”Killian sighed, running a hand through his curls. “A year after I escaped and rebuilt, taking over my father’s pack, she came cra

OLIVIAThe black dress I chose was simple. Long sleeves, a high neckline and the back was designed with elegant strings. When I looked in the mirror, I looked extraordinary beautiful. It felt good.I took a deep breath, the scent of the bedroom filling my lungs. Tonight was the werewolf auction underworld. Killian had said it was important, but he didn’t explain much. I trusted him, but I still felt nervous. Places like that were dark, dangerous, full of people who bought and sold things that shouldn’t be displayed. I didn’t know what to expect, and that scared me.But it didn't change the fact that it was the piece of his world he was inviting me into.I grabbed my small purse and walked out of the room. The hallway was quiet, the mansion still and peaceful. As I stepped outside, the evening air was cool, smelling of pine and coming rain hit me. Parked on the circular drive was a powerful-looking black car, its lines sleek and clean.Killian was there, leaning against the driver’s si

OLIVIAThe scream was still hanging in the air, a raw echo of terror in my own ears, when the world exploded into motion."Grab her!"The command was a rough bark. Before I could spin on my heel and run—before the instinct to flee could even reach my legs—hard hands closed around my arms from behind. I was yanked off my feet, my back slamming into a solid, unforgiving chest. The scent of stale smoke and sweat filled my nose.I fought. A wild, panicked energy surged through me. I kicked backward, my heels connecting with shins. I thrashed, trying to wrench my arms free, a guttural sound tearing from my throat that was half-sob, half-snarl."Little hellcat," a voice grunted near my ear, amused.A cloth, reeking of something chemical and sickly sweet, was clamped over my mouth and nose. I held my breath, twisting my face away, but a huge hand cupped the back of my head, holding me still. My lungs burned. Spots danced before my eyes. I sucked in a desperate, involuntary gasp.The sweet, c