The Alpha Brothers’ Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

His touch was tender, not demanding. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t flinch. “You’re stronger than you know, Amara,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come. Instead, I felt the gentle pull of the moment it was quiet, fragile, electric. “Can I kiss you?” Thorne asked, his voice low, giving me the choice. I hesitated for a beat, heart thudding. Then I nodded. He leaned in slowly, carefully, and pressed his lips to mine. They were soft, warm, and unhurried. There was no pressure, just the reassurance of someone who wanted me to feel safe… wanted. When he pulled away, I exhaled shakily, and my fingers unconsciously clutched the fabric of his shirt. “I… I wasn’t expecting that,” I whispered. “It’s about time we showed you that you belonged.” Ronan smiled. Ronan gently reached for my hand. “Amara…” he said softly, drawing my gaze to him. “You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered. “But I want to,” he rep

Thorne broke the kiss then it was Draven’s turn. Before I knew it, he was making out with me. I gasped when he pulled away trying to catch my breath. “What are you two doing?” I asked breathlessly. “Showing you who you belong to because you clearly forgot.” Thorne said. “Because I spoke to a boy? Are you guys serious?” I asked and Thorne’s eyes darkened. “Yes exactly. You belong to us. Do not forget that.” I felt a warmth between my legs. I felt a deep attraction that I never felt before. “Struggling to fight it?” Draven mused as he kissed my neck softly. “N-No I’m fine.” I stuttered but my voice came out as a low moan. “Fuck.” He swore under his breath. “What are you three doing in here?” A feminine voice asked as the door swung open. It was our gym teacher, Miss Rosaline . Her eyes bore into us, sharp and judgmental, as she stepped into the room. “We were just showing Amara the art room. She’s new here.” Draven explained and she raised a brow. Would she buy t

He took a step forward and I took a step back. “Amara,” his voice was soft and a look of hurt flashed across his face when he saw my reaction. “Please stay back.” I said and he stopped. “Amara it wasn’t my plan to drug you. I’m sorry.” “You’re sorry. Clearly you knew what you were doing Jace. You gave me that drink.” “I think I deserve a second chance.” He said. “No you don’t deserve anything Jace. You and your friends were going to take advantage of me.” “Fucking hell Amara. You seemed like an easy catch but talking to you and seeing how innocent you are , you made me change my mind.” “That’s not how I remember it.” “Those bastards- “Saved me and I can’t be around you not now not ever.” I grabbed my purse and brushed past him. “Amara, I’m not going to give up on trying to talk to you.” “Good luck with that.” I grunted as I walked out. I left the house and texted Nova that I ran into Jace and didn’t want to spend a moment longer there. Night was

I scrambled to compose myself, my heart hammering in my chest as Thorne’s fingers slipped away, leaving me throbbing and unsatisfied. Ronan released me with a reluctant groan, his hands lingering just a second too long on my hips before he stepped back, adjusting his shirt to hide the evidence of his arousal. Draven pulled his fingers from my mouth with a pop, his eyes dark with promise as he licked them clean himself, that grin never fading. “Shit,” Thorne muttered under his breath, casting a quick glance at the door. “Dad’s timing is impeccable as always.” Ronan shot him a glare. “You think? Get her out of sight.” Draven moved swiftly, guiding me toward the closet at the far end of the room with a gentle but firm push. “Stay quiet, love,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “We’ll finish this later.” He pressed a quick, searing kiss to my lips before shutting the door, plunging me into darkness laced with the scent of their colognes and my own lingering desire. Fr

Thorne’s lips hovered just above mine, his breath hot and ragged, but he didn’t close the distance again. Instead, his fingers traced feather-light circles on my hips, dipping under the hem of my panties, teasing the sensitive skin there without going further. “You smell like desire,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. His eyes locked on mine, golden flecks glowing in the dim light-wolf eyes, hungry and patient. The door creaked open, and Ronan slipped in first, his broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. Draven followed, locking the door with a soft click. They both paused, taking me in—Thorne’s body pressed against mine, my shirt riding up, exposing the curve of my ass. Ronan’s gaze darkened, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. “She’s been touching herself,” he growled, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Without us.” Draven leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes tracing every inch of me like a predator sizing up prey. “Naughty gi