Falling for the Alpha: He fucks me better 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Eli’s POVI watched Jordan walk back from the boundary line as the last light bled out of the sky. He moved easy, shoulders loose for the first time since I’d stepped through that gate. The sight should’ve settled something in me. Instead it pulled everything tighter.“You good?” Killian asked him when he got close to the porch, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. He pulled Jordan in without waiting for an answer, one big hand cupping the back of his neck while Lorenzo pressed in from the other side. Their bodies fit together like they’d been carved for it.Jordan hummed, leaning into them. “Yeah. Just needed some air.”I stayed back by the treeline, half-hidden in shadow, letting them have their moment. Three years I’d felt Jordan’s Anchor pulse calling across the distance—sometimes faint like a heartbeat in the next room, sometimes so strong it woke me up sweating. Three years of preparing for the day I’d finally meet the other half of this bloodline curse. Nothing in all t

Killian’s POV“They really built us to find each other.”Jordan’s words from the kitchen still hung in the air as I stood up from the table, the weight of that old photograph pressing on my chest like a damn boulder. Two grandmothers who never got to see this moment, smiling like they’d won the long game. I couldn’t sit there any longer pretending it didn’t fuck with my head.“Jordan,” I said, voice low and rough. “Upstairs. Now. Just you and me.”He looked up at me, reading the storm behind my eyes the way only he could. Without a word, he slid his hand into mine and let me pull him away from the table. Eli and Lorenzo stayed quiet behind us. Smart. I needed my mate alone before I said shit I couldn’t take back.The second our bedroom door clicked shut, I turned and pulled Jordan hard against my chest, arms locking around him like someone might try to steal him. His scent—warm paint, forest, and that steady Anchor calm—hit me straight in the lungs. I buried my face in his neck, breat

Lorenzo’s POVI was leaning against the wall outside their bedroom when Killian finally stepped out, shirt rumpled, hair messy, smelling like sex and satisfaction. He gave me a look—half warning, half exhaustion.“He’s resting,” Killian said quietly. “We’ll talk soon.”I nodded. We both knew there was more shit in the air than any of us wanted to admit. My wolf was restless, pacing hard under my skin. I couldn’t sit on the sidelines anymore.Eli was downstairs in the sunroom, standing by the big window with his hands in his pockets, staring out at the dark trees. The ancient presence at the edge pulsed faintly even I could feel now. He didn’t turn when I walked in.“You done circling me yet?” Eli asked, voice calm.I stopped a few feet away, arms crossed. “Not circling. Assessing.”He finally turned to face me. That unnerving stillness of his was back, like he was older than all of us combined even though he looked barely twenty-four. I respected it. Didn’t mean I trusted it completel

Killian’s POVThe forest path to the old eastern ridge cabin felt heavier with every step I took. Leaves crunched under my boots like brittle bones. The late afternoon light filtered through the trees in weak, slanted beams, doing nothing to warm the ice settling in my veins. Devin had chosen this place himself years ago—a quiet, isolated spot away from the main packhouse where he could grieve without the whole territory watching.I hadn’t been here since Lila disappeared.My wolf paced restlessly under my skin, torn between fury and a deep, aching sorrow. Devin wasn’t just pack. He was blood. My cousin. The kid I’d taught to throw a proper punch when we were twelve. The man who stood beside me when I became Alpha and helped me carry the weight of leadership in those early brutal years. And now…Now he was a traitor.I pushed the cabin door open without knocking. The hinges creaked loudly in the silence.Devin sat at the old wooden table in the center of the single room, shoulders slu

Killian’s POVThe living room felt charged, every breath heavy with unspoken accusations and the weight of too many revelations in too short a time. The lamps cast long shadows across the wooden floors, and the fire crackling in the hearth did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in my bones since I’d returned from the eastern cabin.Jordan sat pressed between Lorenzo and me on the oversized couch, his body a steady warmth against my side. His hand rested on my thigh, thumb moving in slow, grounding circles even though I could feel the tension running through him too. Lorenzo was coiled like a spring on Jordan’s other side, one arm draped possessively across the back of the couch, fingers occasionally brushing Jordan’s shoulder. Eli stood near the tall windows, arms crossed, watching everything with that unnerving calm. A handful of senior pack members—Mabel, two of our strongest enforcers, and a couple of elders—lined the walls, eyes flicking between us and Ren.Ren sat in the