All Chapters of Meet my Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

​ ​The tension in the ballroom was thick enough to cut with a blade. Ryker stood tall, his gaze piercing through the humble stranger. ​"Guards!" Ryker’s voice boomed. "Check the list. Who is this man?" ​The head of security scrambled forward, his tablet glowing in the dim light. "He isn't on the list, Alpha Ryker. We have no record of a 'Caleb' anywhere." ​Caleb blinked, looking genuinely embarrassed. "Oh, dear. I might be listed under my father’s name? Jonathan Sterling" ​The room went silent. The brothers knew of a Jonathan Sterling but he was like a common man that just did business and they didn't know he had a family. They didn't know bout him too well, it would have been their father who would have. ​Silas Thorne hissed, “You’re a liar and a traitor." ​"Throw them both out!" Ryker commanded, pointing at Kaelen and then at Caleb. "An

​The dust from the shattered wall hadn't even settled before the Thorne brothers began their "Operation Fortress."​"This room is compromised," Ryker barked, stepping over the remains of the shadow assassin. "Finn, get the staff. Silas, Orion, start moving her essentials. She’s moving into the Royal Vault Suite tonight."​"The Vault Suite?" Elara gasped, clutching her robe. "Ryker, that room hasn't been used in fifty years! It has three-foot-thick titanium doors!"​"Exactly," Orion grunted, already lifting her heavy oak vanity as if it were made of cardboard. "And it’s situated right between Ryker’s bedroom and mine. If a shadow even thinks about flickering in there, it’ll have to go through us first."​Elara watched in a mix of exhaustion and amusement as her four brothers, the most powerful Alphas in the territory began lugging her dresses, jewelry boxes, and books down the hall like a group of highly overqualified mover

​The air in the lower levels of the Obsidian Citadel was always cold, but as Elara followed her brothers down the spiral stone staircase, the temperature seemed to drop into a realm of unnatural frost. Her breath hitched in her chest, coming out in small, ghostly puffs of white. Beside her, Caleb walked in silence, his expression grim. His presence was the only thing keeping the oppressive weight of the dark from crushing her spirit. ​Behind them, the four Thorne brothers were a wall of vibrating tension. Ryker’s hand was permanently glued to the hilt of his tactical blade, his knuckles white. He had personally locked Valerius in the deepest, most secure cell in the North. To hear the man had vanished wasn't just a security breach, it was an impossibility. ​"The guards didn't hear a thing," Silas whispered, his voice echoing off the damp stone walls. "No struggle. No keys turning. Just... silence." ​They reached the final iron gate. Usually, the scent here was a foul mixture of

​The air in the library was still vibrating from the force of Elara’s vision. She stood anchored to Caleb’s side, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches as the images of the bone throne and the veiled queen burned behind her eyelids. The silence was broken only by the frantic thrumming of her own heart and the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner.​"The training... it triggered something," Elara choked out, her fingers digging into the fabric of Caleb’s sleeve. "It wasn't just a dream, Caleb. It was happening in real-time. Someone has opened the Shadow Gate. The back entrance beneath the West Watchtower, the one we never use. They’re already inside."​The reaction from her brothers was instantaneous and terrifying. The four Thorne Alphas froze, their bodies tensing into lethal postures. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with the scent of pine and raw, predatory aggression.​"That's impossible," Orion grow