Falling for the Alpha: He fucks me better 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

Jordan’s POVThe door clicked shut behind Reef, leaving the three of us alone in the study. The fire had burned low, casting a soft golden glow across the bookshelves and the large leather couch where we sat tangled together. No threats. No strategy meetings. No ancient powers pressing at the edges of my mind. Just us.Killian’s hand was still cupping my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek like I might disappear if he stopped touching me. Lorenzo’s arm remained locked around my waist from the other side, his face buried against my neck, breathing me in like he needed the scent of me to stay sane.I swallowed hard, heart still racing from the words I’d spoken minutes ago.“I want that. Just that.”The silence between us now felt different. Sacred. Heavy with everything we had never fully dared to name out loud before tonight.Killian spoke first, voice rough and low. “You really want this future with us, Jordan? You want forever… with me and Lorenzo?”I turned to look at him, then at Lorenzo,

CHAPTER 113Killian’s POVThe packhouse was still mostly asleep when the knock came—quiet but deliberate, three measured raps on the study door. I glanced at the clock. Barely past seven. Jordan had returned from the forest an hour ago, quiet and thoughtful, and had curled up between Lorenzo and me on the couch again. We’d dozed like that, tangled and warm, until he slipped away to shower. Lorenzo was still out cold in our rooms upstairs.I set down the mug of coffee I’d been nursing and crossed to the door.Marcus stood on the other side, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His broad shoulders were tense, jaw locked, and his eyes—usually steady—carried something raw I rarely saw in the man.“Killian,” he said, voice low. “Got a minute? Alone.”I didn’t hesitate. “Come in.”He stepped inside and I closed the door behind him, gesturing toward the leather chairs near the low-burning fire. The same fire that had witnessed everything last night. The room still carried faint traces of Jo

Jordan’s POV“You sure you’re ready for this?” Dara asked as soon as I stepped back into the study, her voice low but steady, like she already knew the weight of what she was about to hand over.I closed the door behind me with a soft click, the packhouse settling around us in that familiar way—wood creaking under old beams, distant sounds of the pack moving through the halls. My wolf was still restless from the clearing, pacing just under my skin, hackles half-lifted even though the immediate threat had passed. The air in here felt thicker, charged with the leftover energy of Marcus and Dara’s quiet reunion. He must’ve stepped out for a minute; it was just us now.“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “Let’s see it.”She nodded once, reaching into that same inner jacket pocket again. This time she pulled out something even smaller than the device—folded paper, edges worn soft from years of carrying, tied with a thin strip of leather that smelled faintly of old ink and somethin

Killian’s POVThe words from Lorenzo hung in the main room like a storm cloud rolling in over the territory, thick and heavy with that old wolf warning. Six weeks ago. The diplomatic request. Waiting. My wolf surged up inside me the second it clicked, hackles raised full, a low rumble building in my chest that I didn’t even try to hide. We’d been standing close after Lorenzo dropped it all—me, Jordan, and him, bonds thrumming tight like roots tangled under the earth. The packhouse felt smaller suddenly, scents layering sharp: pine from outside, the faint metallic echo of Dara’s device still clinging to Lorenzo’s hands, and underneath it all, that steady pull of our mated circle.“We can’t just sit on this,” I said, voice coming out rougher than I meant. I paced a short line by the window, claws teasing at my fingertips before I pulled them back. “That territory’s been playing games for thirty years. They’ve got ops aimed at us right now. We move tonight—hit the borders, call in the se

Jordan’s POVI found them in our room after the long talk with Eli, the late afternoon light slanting through the windows and painting the wooden floors in warm stripes. The packhouse hummed around us like it always did—distant voices, the creak of old beams, the underlying pulse of wolf energy from the territory—but in here it felt smaller, tighter, just the three of us and the bonds pulling taut between us. Killian was pacing near the bed, his big frame coiled tight, while Lorenzo leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, watching me with those steady eyes that saw everything.I closed the door soft behind me and leaned back against it for a second, feeling the letter in my pocket and the weight of Eli’s words still sitting in my chest. My wolf stirred, not grieving this time but alert, ready for what came next.“We’re walking into the trap,” I said, straight out. “Deliberately. On our terms. Controlled. We respond to the diplomatic request like they expect, but we control every ste