All Chapters of Driving The Alpha' Brothers Crazy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian's POVI hadn't been waiting.That was the thing I told myself, standing at the window of the villa's front room with a book I hadn't read a single page of in forty minutes. I hadn't been waiting. I'd been there first, already settled, already doing something that had nothing to do with the fact that Audrey had left with Raphael two hours ago and hadn't come back.I heard the gate.I didn't move toward the window. I was already at the window. That was different.They were walking close. Not touching — there was a foot of space between them, reasonable, normal — but with the specific ease of two people who had just spent several hours in each other's company and had not found it difficult. Raphael was saying something. Audrey's head tilted slightly in the way it did when she was listening properly, not just waiting for her turn.I set the book down.Outside, they stopped at the villa steps. Raphael said something else. Audrey laughed — the real one, the unplanned kind that she di

The gym echoed with the sharp whistles of Coach Harlan and the thud of sneakers on polished wood. I stood at the center of the sparring circle, sweat slicking my ponytail to my neck, trying to focus on the drill. Three senior wolves circled me—standard academy exercise for control under pressure. My trybrid blood had been humming all week, a restless vibration beneath my skin that no amount of meditation or rune-work could quiet."Again!" Coach barked. "Audrey, hold the line. Don't let them flank."I nodded, but the vibration surged. It wasn't the familiar spark of my witch fire or the cold pull of my Werewolf speed. This was deeper, like three rivers crashing together into something new and hungry. One wolf lunged. I sidestepped, but my hand came up instinctively. Instead of a shield of blue witch-light, something else ripped free.The air cracked. A pulse of raw energy exploded outward—not fire, not shadow, but a rippling wave that folded space itself. The three wolves froze mid-lea

The scent of fresh snow and burnt rubber is a weirdly specific vibe, but it was the official fragrance of the January intake at the Black Ridge Academy. Most years, the mid-term transfers were a handful of strays—kids whose packs had moved or who’d been kicked out of lesser schools for "disciplinary lapses." Usually, they spent their first week looking terrified and trying not to get mauled during combat practice.This year, we got Zara Osei.Zara didn't look terrified. She looked like she owned the mountain and was just waiting for the rest of us to realize it. She was from the London supernatural circuit—a world of polished silver, high-stakes underground racing, and pureblood politics that made our rugged academy look like a summer camp.Within forty-eight hours, she had effectively set the school on fire without using a single match."Did you see the board?" Theo asked, leaning against my locker with a grin that was far too wide for ten in the morning. He smelled like peppermint a

Audrey's POVRaphael called back in forty seconds.I know because I counted. I was standing in the kitchen with cold food going colder on the counter and three boys watching me with the specific attention of people who had heard half a dropped call and were doing the math, and I counted forty seconds before my phone lit up with his name.I answered immediately."Tell me," I said."Zara Osei," Raphael said. He was somewhere loud — I could hear background noise, the specific echo of a parking structure or a station. He'd clearly been moving when the call dropped and had kept moving. "Her parents died when she was six. Pack conflict in Lagos, 2011. Documented. Her father was a mid-tier enforcer for the London supernatural circuit. Her mother was fae-blooded, which is probably why Zara drives the way she drives — fae spatial awareness is insane behind a wheel.""Raphael.""Right. After her parents died she was taken in by a woman named Amara Cole. Amara Cole was Vivienne Warner's closest

Audrey's POVLuca asked me to dinner on a Wednesday morning, which was an unremarkable time for a remarkable thing.I was under the Hellcat. Not fixing anything specific — just doing the check I did every few days, hands on the components, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. It was meditative in the way that only made sense if you'd grown up in a garage.His shoes appeared at the edge of my vision. Good shoes. Luca always had good shoes, which I had noticed in September and filed under irrelevant and which had remained stubbornly in my awareness ever since."There's a restaurant," he said, "in the next town. I made a reservation for Saturday."I kept my hands on the fuel line I was checking. "A reservation.""Yes.""An actual reservation. At an actual restaurant.""That is generally what the word means."I rolled out from under the car and looked up at him. He was looking back at me with the composed expression, the one that had a lot of things underneath it that h