All Chapters of Between Two Naughty Wolves: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 111: AfterglowAllison's POVI lay there on the bed, sheets soaked and twisted under us like they’d lost a fight, staring at the ceiling while my chest still rose and fell too fast. Jacob was right beside me, one arm slung across my stomach like he belonged there. My body felt loose and warm and completely wrecked in the best way possible. I couldn’t believe it. One of the best fucks of my life and the world outside was literally falling apart and here I was, glowing like some idiot who just won the lottery.“Gods,” I muttered, half-laughing at myself. “Timing’s never been your strong suit, has it, Allison?”Jacob didn’t say anything. He just turned his head and looked at me with that stupid half-smile that always made my stomach flip. I hated how much I liked it.After a minute I rolled off the bed, legs still shaky. “Gonna clean up before I stick to these sheets forever.”I padded to the bathroom, washed up, found a fluffy white robe hanging on the back of the door and sl

CHAPTER 113: The Man in the DarkAllison's POVThe voice didn’t just come out of the dark... it settled into it like it belonged there.. like the shadows themselves had decided to speak. My body went still with every instinct sharpening at once with my grip tightening around the knife as I tried to track the exact spot the sound had come from.“Even now, you fail to give me credit for my work.”I let out a slow breath through my nose, forcing myself not to react too fast, even though my heart had already kicked into overdrive. “Okay,” I said with my tone dry, cutting through the tension because if I didn’t joke, I might actually scream. “Creepy voice in the dark. Love that. Very original. What’s next? You start monologuing?”Ashley shifted beside me with her hand tightening around Martha’s as Lucius stepped slightly forward, his posture changing in that quiet way that meant he was ready for trouble.Then the man stepped into the moonlight and I blinked.“…You have got to be kidding m

CHAPTER 115: The Price of a Past LifeJacob's POVI kept to the shadows, my boots barely making a sound on the cracked pavement. Every few seconds, I’d freeze, pressing my back against a cold brick wall as a pack of the infected wandered by.They weren’t like the zombies you see in movies.. they didn't moan or stumble. They moved with a terrifying, jerky precision. They were like puppets on silver strings, twitching to a rhythm only they could hear.“Twisted,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath. “Grimlow, you sick bastard. You really outdid yourself.”Mapping out a path to the city limits was like trying to solve a puzzle where the pieces kept moving. My mind should have been 100% on the mission... getting to Illinois.. but a stubborn part of me was still back in that room with Allison.I could still feel the ghost of her lips on mine. The way she’d looked at me before I left... it wasn't just fear..it was that fierce, “you-better-not-die-or-I'll-kill-you“ look that she did so wel

CHAPTER 117: Awake in the Dark, Bound in SilenceAllison’s POVDarkness wasn’t supposed to feel this loud.It pressed in on me, thick and suffocating, like it had weight... like it was sitting on my chest, daring me to breathe wrong.And God, breathing hurt.Every inhale scraped down my throat like broken glass, my lungs dragging in air that tasted metallic and wrong. My body felt… off. Not just sore, not just bruised. Wrong in a way that crawled under my skin and settled deep in my bones.For a second, I didn’t move.Didn’t think.Didn’t exist.Then the pain hit properly.It came in waves, sharp and electric, like my nerves were still remembering whatever the hell those darts had done to me. My fingers twitched against the ground... cold, smooth, concrete... and a weak, pathetic groan slipped out before I could stop it.“Wow,” I rasped, my voice barely there. “Ten out of ten. Loved that. Let’s never do it again.”Silence answered me.No Ashley.No Lucius.No Martha.That snapped some

CHAPTER 119: Burning BridgesJacob’s POVWe circled each other like two wolves in a too-small cage. The room smelled of blood mostly from Grimlow who lay on the floor making wet gurgling sounds. Gerald kept his eyes locked on mine with that old Alpha smirk pulling at his lips. My ribs still ached from the beating earlier but the cuts were already closing. Perks of the wolf blood.“You always did love a good show, Gerald,” I said, keeping my voice light even though my heart was pounding. “Remember when you made us fight for scraps back at the compound? Good times.”Gerald chuckled low. “And you always talked too much before you got your ass handed to you, Wolfe. Some things never change.”He lunged first with no warning.I dodged left but he was fast... faster than I remembered. His fist clipped my jaw, snapping my head back and I felt pain flared hot and bright. I shook it off and grinned. “That all you got? I’ve had worse from a bad hangover.”He didn’t laugh. Instead, he pulled