Alle Kapitel von The Alpha Brothers’ Mate: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Thorne’s eyes flashed with dark hunger, but he held back, his stroke slowing to a torturous pace. ““Not yet,” he rasped, voice like gravel. “Beg prettier.”Ronan knelt at the bed’s edge, his rough hands skimming my calves, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh behind my knees—spreading me wider, exposing everything. His breath fanned hot against my inner thigh, close enough to tease but not touch where I ached most.Draven finally moved, shedding his shirt in one fluid motion, his lean muscles coiling as he climbed onto the bed beside me. His fingers ghosted over my arm, tracing up to my neck, tilting my chin to meet his gaze. “Say our names,” he murmured, lips brushing mine without kissing. “Tell us who you need.”“Thorne… Ronan… Draven,” I whimpered, fingers still buried deep, pace faltering under their stares. My body trembled, slick heat dripping down my hand, the air thick with their scents—dominance and desire mingling, pushing me closer to the brink.“Good girl,” Thorne growl

Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen her all day. “Amara can I talk to you for a bit?” She asked and I nodded. “Draven, Thorne, I’ll catch up with you both. I’m gonna talk to Nova for a bit.” I said and they nodded. “Jace told me what happened.” She said and I nodded. “I feel like it’s all my fault because I invited you over there and that happened. I’m so sorry.” She frowned and I pulled her into a hug. “It’s not your fault. You thought they weren’t home. It’s not like you knew they were there.” I said and she sighed. “Knowing what he tried to do to you. I didn’t even know what to say to you. I felt like I let you down.” “You didn’t let me down Nova. It’s not your fault.” “That’s for forgiving me.” She smiled. “Oh come on, there’s nothing to forgive.” “Where were you all day though?” I asked. “I skipped most of my classes. I found out something awful Amara.” “What’s wrong?” I asked. I’ve never seen her look this scared. “Michael is my mate.” She admitte

Nova’s voice echoed slightly in the confined space of the car, the speakerphone mode accidentally toggled on in her haste. She quickly switched it off, pressing the phone to her ear, but not before we all caught the gruff, authoritative tone on the other end. “Nova? Where the hell are you? I’ve been calling for the last ten minutes.” I exchanged a glance with Draven, who was crammed next to her in the back seat, his broad shoulders making the space feel even smaller. Thorne, up front with Ronan, smirked but kept his mouth shut for once, though I could see the mischief dancing in his eyes. Ronan focused on the road, the streetlights casting intermittent glows across his face as we cruised through the quiet outskirts of town. The shop Ronan worked at was part of Alpha Lucia’s empire—a sleek car dealership that dealt in everything from luxury sedans to rugged off-roaders. “Dad, I’m out with friends,” Nova replied, her tone aiming for casual but landing somewhere in strained t

Thorne rolled his eyes and scoffed but not before sending me a cheeky wink. “Listen, the best option here is to just play it cool. Explain everything to your dad and the Beta and I mean everything. Then reject Michael. It’s that simple.” Draven said and I shook my head. “You know it’s not going to be that simple.” I sighed. “It can be. She just needs to speak her mind. That’s all.” “It won’t work like that.” Ronan stated. “This is about status and you know how packs are.” “Then we give him a beat down.” Thorne suggested. “And start a pack war?” Are you nuts?” Draven raised a brow. “Listen guys, I think Draven is right. I’m going to speak my mind and if they do not listen then I’ll leave.” Nova said and my eyes widened. “You’re going to go rogue Nova? That’s not okay. You won’t be safe.” “It’s better than being with Michael, the way I see it.” “Let’s try to rationalize here.”Ronan said. “Even if you were to leave your pack, just to escape. They would hunt yo

I stepped through the front door of the pack house, the familiar scent of pine polish and roasting meat hitting me like a wave. Alpha Lucus stood in the grand foyer, arms crossed over his broad chest, his silver-streaked hair catching the light from the chandelier. His eyes—sharp, amber like Thorne’s—pinned us the second we crossed the threshold. The air thrummed with his alpha aura, making my wolf instincts prickle with submission.“You’re late,” he growled, voice low but edged with steel. The remnants of dinner lingered in the air—steak, potatoes, and that herby sauce the cook always made for guests. A few pack members milled about in the adjoining dining hall, clearing plates, but they scattered at his tone.Thorne shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets with that infuriating nonchalance. “Traffic. And we had to help a friend.”Lucus’s gaze flicked to me, then Ronan and Draven, assessing. “Nova, I assume? Word travels fast in packs. Her father’s already called, stirring up t