All Chapters of Initiated by my Alpha Stepbrother's Mark: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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61. Just once

Kaireen's Pov I genuinely, deeply, thoroughly hated Rowan Thornwell in that moment, hated the way he looked and the way he breathed and the particular insufferable certainty with which he moved through the world like it had already surrendered to him in advance.I hated him and my body did not care.That was the bond. That was the thing nobody warned you about, They talked about the warmth of it, the completion, the sense of finding something you hadn't known was missing. They did not talk about what happened when the person the moon goddess chose for you was simultaneously the worst possible choice and the only thing your wolf recognized as home.They definitely did not talk about this.The torn strip of his shirt was still wrapped around my mouth and I could taste the fabric and underneath it something that was just him, that warm, dark scent that my wolf had catalogued and memorized and refused to let go of no matter how many rational arguments I made against it. My wrists were b

63. Every thrusts

RONAN'S POV I had been with women before.I want to be clear about that, not as a boast but as context, because what I'm about to tell you has to be measured against something, and the something is this: I had never, not once in my life, been on my knees in front of anyone. Literally or otherwise. I was an Alpha. I was built for authority, trained for composure, conditioned since I was old enough to understand what I was to hold every room I walked into by the throat. I did not lose control. I did not shake. I certainly did not look at a woman kneeling in front of me and feel my entire chest crack open like something that had been sealed too long under pressure.And then there was Kaireen.She was looking up at me with those dark, infuriated eyes, her hair loose and wild around her face, her shirt hanging open from where the buttons had lost the argument, the torn strip of my shirt still wrapped around her mouth, and she was the most devastating thing I ha

62. On your knees

Kaireen's Pov There was a version of me that would have died before letting him see this.The Kaireen who left Ironwood Pack three weeks ago with a bag on her shoulder and her jaw set and absolutely nothing left to prove to anyone would have sooner walked barefoot through broken glass than given Rowan Thornwell the satisfaction of watching her come undone in his office at nine in the morning. That version of me had principles. Standards. A very well developed sense of self-preservation.That version of me had not met his hands yet.I was still gripping the edge of the desk behind me, my bound wrists taking my full weight, my legs spread exactly where he had put them, and the cloth at my mouth was doing everything it could do which was unfortunately not enough to muffle the sound that kept trying to come out of me every time his fingers moved. My whole body had gone completely rogue. My brain was sending the appropriate signals, the ones that said dignity,

64. A FILTHY MESS

Kaireen's Pov I hated myself.That was the thought running on repeat somewhere at the back of my mind while my body did everything else entirely on its own. Because there I was, standing in my brother's office with his come warm on my skin and my shirt hanging off my shoulders and my brain sending increasingly frantic messages that nobody was receiving, and all I could think was that if there was a list of worst decisions I had ever made in my entire life, this one was going to need its own section.And then he bent down to reach me and I stopped thinking about the list.His tongue moved across my breast, slow and deliberate, cleaning what he had made of me with a shamelessness that should have offended me and instead set every nerve ending I had on fire. He was crouched to my height, his big hands cupping both breasts, his mouth working over one while his thumb moved in slow circles over the other, and he looked up at me from beneath those dark lashes wit

65. Not your person

RONAN’S POVSatisfaction was not a feeling I wore often.I was not built for it, not the soft, settled kind that came after something genuinely good happened, the kind that didn't immediately come with a list of next moves and calculations and problems to solve. I was built for control, for strategy, for the particular quiet focus of a man who had learned very young that relaxing was just losing in slow motion.But I stood in the middle of that office, my shirt half torn, my hair wrecked, my body still humming from the aftermath of the most ill-advised and extraordinary thing I had done in my entire adult life, and I felt it. That satisfaction. Deep and warm and settling into the spaces between my ribs like it had always belonged there.She was a mess and it was entirely my doing.She was leaning against the desk behind her, her hands gripping the wood behind her for support, her shirt ruined, her skirt still riding up from where I had pushed it, her hair wild around her face and her

66. Delayed Flight

KAIREEN’S POVThe shower was not long enough.I turned the heat up until the water was almost unbearable and stood under it with my arms wrapped around myself and let it run over everything, over the smell of him, over the memory of his hands, over the sound of his voice in my ear saying things that were going to live in the back of my head permanently against my will. I scrubbed my skin like I could wash the bond off with enough effort and enough expensive hotel soap, like I could rinse three weeks of tension and one catastrophically stupid hour down the drain and come out the other side of the bathroom door a person who had their life together.I could not.What I came out as was clean, at least. Which was something.I pulled on my jeans quickly, dark wash and high waisted, and tugged on the white fitted shirt I had packed that morning before any of today had happened, before I knew what today was going to turn into. I stood at the mirror over the sink and tried to arrange my hair i

67. The hospital

Kaireen's Pov His whole body changed. The tension shifted, went from outward to inward, and he pressed the heel of his hand briefly to his forehead."Kaireen." His voice was completely different now, quiet and regretful. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice at you. That was not okay and it had nothing to do with you.""It's fine," I said, which was not entirely true because my heart was still going a little fast, old instinct, old conditioning, but he looked so genuinely mortified about it that I didn't want him to feel worse."It is not fine. I scared you and I'm sorry." He exhaled slowly. "I'm frustrated and I'm taking it out on the air in the hallway. Come on, we'll go back to the hospital. We can travel when this mess is sorted, there's no point standing here driving ourselves mad about it."He started down the corridor and I followed, and for a few steps neither of us said anything, just the sound of our footsteps on the marble and the distant sounds of the mansion settli

68. It was him

Kaireen's Pov The yellow tape was the first thing that really made it real.It's not the black government vehicles parked in two neat rows blocking the entire front entrance, not the men in dark jackets with their earpieces and their expressionless faces, not even the cluster of Kade's staff standing behind the cordon looking small and lost in their scrubs. All of that had looked, for about thirty seconds, like something that could be explained, something administrative, something that would get sorted in a phone call and a few signatures.And then I saw the yellow tape stretched across those wide glass doors, the official seal of the federal office visible from where I stood, and every single instinct in my body fired at once.Kade stepped forward and I stayed close behind him, close enough to feel the heat coming off him, the restrained fury that had his shoulders locked and his jaw set and his hands very deliberately open at his sides in the way of a man remindin

69. The Only Friend He Had

Kaireen's Pov We reached the Range Rover and the driver was already out, holding the door, reading the situation in the set of both our faces and wisely offering nothing. Kade stopped before getting in, one hand flat on the roof of the car, his head bowed, and I stood beside him and waited because there was nothing else to give him right now except space and presence."They're not going to find anything," he said, and his voice was low and scraped. "Because there's nothing to find. Whatever they think they have, it doesn't exist.""I know," I said."I have never had dealings with anything in Russia. My parents were clean, their business was clean, everything I've built has been clean." He pressed his fist lightly against the car roof. "Someone put that documentation there. Someone built that case specifically to point at me."He turned and looked at me, and in his eyes was a question that was not quite a question yet."The only person," he said slowly,

70. The breakfast

Kaireen's Pov Food was not something I had thought about since morning, but the moment Kade said the word eat, something in my stomach took that as permission to make itself very loudly known. It grumbled so hard that he heard it from the driver's seat and looked at me with one eyebrow raised and said absolutely nothing, because he was a gentleman, and I pressed my hand flat against my stomach like I could shame it into silence.I could not."There's a place I know," he said simply, and redirected the driver.The restaurant was called Goldie's, which was not a name that prepared you for what it actually was. It sat on the corner of a wide, tree-lined street in one of the cleaner parts of the city, It was a fast food place the way a Rolls Royce was a car, technically accurate and also completely missing the point. The smell hit me the moment the door opened, fried chicken and something with garlic and fresh bread and coffee, and my entire body said yes with a conviction that bypassed

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