Alle Kapitel von CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

He knows. Oh goddess, he knows. “Leave, Thorne,” Levi said. His voice was deadly calm. “Before I forget we have an alliance between our packs.” “I already let her go,” Julian said. His smile widened. “Looks like you’re the one who can’t.” His gaze slid between us. I could see him putting the pieces together. How Levi had appeared so quickly. The possessiveness in his hold. The fury in his eyes when Julian hurt me. “Does Nate know his brother plays with his toys?” Julian asked. His voice was dripping with malice. “Or is this your little secret?” “Get out,” Levi snarled. Julian laughed. The sound was bitter and evil. “Good luck, Ella. You’re going to need it when your husband finds out exactly what kind of wife he married.” He paused at the door, looking back. “At least I’m not the only one who made a mistake tonight.” Then he was gone. My knees gave out. I can’t believe I almost married that monster. Levi caught me, lowering us both to the balcony floor. His hands were gent

ELLANate’s bedroom was exactly what I expected. Massive. Dark. A bed that looked like it belonged in a castle. Black sheets, heavy furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds.The door slammed shut behind us.I barely had time to breathe before he had me against the wall, his body caging mine, hands braced on either side of my head.“Do you have any idea,” he said, his voice soft in a way that made my skin prickle, “how hard it is for me to watch him look at you?”My breath caught. “Nate—”“Every dinner. Every meeting. Every time we’re in the same room, I see it.” His hand came up to my throat—not squeezing, just there. A reminder. “The way he watches you. Like he’s imagining all the ways he could take you from me.”*He already has,* something whispered in the back of my mind.“He’s your brother,” I managed. My pulse hammered against his palm. “He wouldn’t—”“You don’t know Levi.” His thumb brushed over my racing heartbeat. “You don’t know what he’s capable of. The th

I made it to the suite, into my bedroom, before the tears came.I hated this. Hated him. Hated myself for caring what he thought, for wanting something from him he clearly couldn’t give.The door to my room slammed open.Nate stood there, his control completely gone. His tie was loose, his hair disheveled like he’d been pulling at it. His eyes were wild.“You want to know what you are to me?” His voice was rough. Dangerous. “You want the truth?”“Get out.”“No.” He stalked toward me. “You want to have this fight? We’re having it.”“There’s nothing to fight about…”“You’re driving me fucking insane.” The words burst out of him. “I can’t think straight when you’re around. Can’t focus. Can’t do anything except think about you.”I backed up until I hit the wall. “Nate…”“You think I don’t care?” He caged me in, hands braced on either side of my head. “You think it meant nothing? I care too fucking much and it terrifies me.”“Then why…”“Because everyone I care about gets hurt!” His voice

Then hands caught my wrist.Oh god. Oh god, I know these hands.Strong. Calloused from his carpentry work. The same hands that had gripped my hips two nights ago in the woodshop, the same fingers that had tangled in my hair while he-Stop. Don’t think about that now.Levi.He hauled me back from the edge with enough force that we both stumbled. I crashed into his chest, and my body recognized him instantly. The solid warmth of him. The way I fit against him. The scent of sawdust and pine that clung to his skin.Not here. We can’t. Everyone’s watching.“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my hair, and the intimacy in his voice made my stomach clench. “I’ve got you.”His arms were still around me, too tight, too familiar. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. Could feel the way his hands shook slightly where they gripped my waist.He’s scared. He’s actually scared.The realization made something crack open in my chest.Around us, workers were shouting. Marcus was yelling some

She’d seen this exact performance before. Serena had perfected the art of playing nice in public while sharpening her knives in private.“I’m managing,” Ella said coolly.“I’m sure you are.” Vivienne’s tone suggested the opposite. “Though I must say, you do look rather… tired. Are you feeling well?”“I’m fine.”“Hmm.” Vivienne took a delicate sip of her tea. “You know, Isabella, we were just discussing the importance of strong bloodlines. The Shadowmoon Pack has always prided itself on producing powerful alphas. It’s absolutely crucial that the next generation continues that legacy.”Isabella’s smile faltered slightly. “Mrs. Blackthorne, I’m not sure this is the appropriate time—”“Nonsense. We’re all family here.” Vivienne’s eyes locked on Ella. “I was simply explaining to Isabella that while Nate has made his choice—” the word dripped with distaste “—it’s prudent to have contingencies. In case the current arrangement proves… inadequate.”Ella’s coffee cup rattled against the saucer.