All Chapters of Driving The Alpha' Brothers Crazy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

''Audrey's POV''The thing about finding a bomb under your car at two in the morning is that it reframes your entire evening.Twenty minutes ago my biggest problem was a boy who kissed his betrothed and a father who'd been murdered and a letter that ended mid-sentence and approximately seventeen other things I'd been stress-organizing into priority order like a very unwell project manager.Now there was a bomb.Progress, technically. Very clear priority order. Bomb first. Everything else later."I'm going to need everyone to stay calm," I said, to the garage."I am calm," Adrian said."I'm not calm," Theo said, from the doorway, where he'd appeared thirty seconds after Adrian's watch buzzed wearing one shoe and an expression of profound personal betrayal. "My runes didn't work. My runes have never not worked. This is a crisis within a crisis and I need a moment.""You can have a moment after.""How long after.""After the bomb, Theo.""Right." He came fully into the garage and crouche

Adrian's POVI walked the last two kilometers of the cliff road.This was not as dramatic as it sounds. My car was in a barrier, the recovery vehicle wasn't coming for another ten minutes, and the finish line was closer on foot than the nearest marshal point. Practical decision. Nothing cinematic about it.Except for the part where every step gave me more time to think about Luca's credentials on a race authorization form and I was finding thinking about it increasingly unpleasant.The crowd noise got louder as I came off the cliff road and onto the access path that ran parallel to the final sector. Through the bond I could feel Audrey — bright and victorious and underneath the victory something that was still running hot from the race, still in that state she got where everything was very clear and very fast and the rest of the world was slightly too slow.I could feel Luca too. Further away, contained, the glass-holding quality that hadn't left him since last night.I walked faster.

Luca's POVMy father arrived at eleven forty-three AM in a black car I recognised because it was the same one that had collected me from every school break for the last six years.I knew it was him before the door opened. The bond told me nothing useful — it wasn't designed for fathers — but something older than the bond did. The specific tension that lived between my shoulder blades whenever Henrik Voss entered a room had been there since I was eight years old and had apparently decided to show up early today as a courtesy warning.We were in the villa. All of us, plus Raphael, who had arrived twenty minutes earlier with a leather document case and the focused energy of someone who had been waiting two years to open it in the right company. Files were spread across the dining table — financial records, transfer histories, the paper trail that Raphael's father had assembled before someone had made sure he couldn't assemble any more of it.Audrey was at the head of the table.She'd show

Audrey's POVThree days after someone shot a sedative dart through my dining room window, the academy sent an email about the finals race schedule.The subject line was: "Semester Finals — Mandatory Participation. No Exceptions."I stared at it for a long moment.Then I forwarded it to the group chat with the caption: "the audacity of this institution."Theo responded with a thumbs up emoji.Adrian responded with nothing, which meant he'd read it and filed it.Luca responded forty seconds later with: "We're on the track at six. Set your alarm."I put my phone face down on the nightstand and stared at the ceiling and thought about the fact that I had survived a Blood Moon Race, a professional assassin, a supernatural sedative, and the ongoing emotional complexity of being bonded to three separate people, and the academy's response to all of it was: "great, now please complete your coursework."Then I got up and set my alarm for five forty-five because Luca had said six and Luca's six m

Audrey's POVThe lawyer's office was in the village.Not a supernatural firm. Not a pack-affiliated practice with rune-sealed filing cabinets and a receptionist who could shift. Just a regular human law office above a bakery on the main street, with a buzzer that didn't work properly and a waiting room with magazines from eighteen months ago and a woman named Isabelle Fontaine who stood up when we walked in and looked at me with the specific expression of someone who had been expecting this appointment for a long time."You look like him," she said."I know," I said.She was in her fifties. Small. The kind of precise that suggested everything in her life was deliberately ordered. She shook my hand and looked at the four people behind me — Luca, Adrian, Theo, and Raphael, who had invited himself and whom nobody had stopped because at this point Raphael was simply a feature of our lives — and said, "He said you'd bring people.""He said a lot of things apparently," I said."He did." She