All Chapters of Falling for the Alpha: He fucks me better : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Killian's POV“I mean inside the packhouse boundary,” I said, keeping my voice steady.“Yes,” Lorenzo replied.“Right now?” My breath came tight.“Yes,” he said again.I glanced around the table. Reef was at the stove. Mabel with her mug. Cain sat beside Lorenzo. Sera and Joanna leaned close together. Jordan was next to me, reading that message again, his wolf awareness sharp behind his eyes.“Nobody moves,” I told them, forcing calm.“Killian—” Jordan started.“Seriously, stay put, Jordan. Let me check the boundary reports before anyone does anything.” I looked at Reef. “Get last night’s logs—every entry, every exit, all flagged activity.”Reef was already on it.I turned to Lorenzo. “How does this even happen? The boundary was on high alert all night. Every wolf was on shift. Nobody should come through without getting logged.”“Then someone slipped in before the alert went up,” Lorenzo said quietly. “Or maybe they’ve been here longer than just last night.”I stared at him. “How long

Jordan's POV“Finally,” Killian breathed against my mouth as Lorenzo shut the study door behind us.“Finally,” I echoed, totally winded.Lorenzo’s expression just changed—like something heavy slid off his shoulders. I crossed to him, cupped his face, and kissed him. He let out this long, shaky exhale, like he was finally setting down a lifetime of weight.Killian pressed in behind me, hands warm on my waist. So here I was, stuck between both of them in the soft morning light of Lorenzo’s study. My wolf inside me practically howled. I thought about all those mornings I’d come here alone—how “alone” suddenly meant something new.“Tell me what you want,” Lorenzo whispered, his lips brushing mine.“Everything,” I said. “I want everything. Both of you. All of it.”“Specific,” Killian teased, mouth against my neck.“I want your hands on me. Both of you. I want to feel—” I didn’t even finish, because Lorenzo’s hands were already moving, and Killian’s mouth was heat on my skin, and that was i

Killian's POV"How long did you know?" Jordan questioned quietly across the kitchen table.I held his gaze. "Jordan—""How long Killian," Jordan questioned again. Same quiet. Same face giving absolutely nothing away and his wolf doing that cold precise thing behind his eyes that was worse than any raised voice I had ever heard from anyone in this packhouse."Three weeks," I disclosed.The kitchen went completely silent.Lorenzo looked up from his reading slowly like a man who had been waiting for this specific conversation and had been hoping it would happen somewhere he wasn't present.Mabel looked at her cup.Cain found somewhere very interesting to look on the wall opposite him.Jordan looked at me steadily for a long moment and then looked at Lorenzo. "Did you know?" he questioned."No," Lorenzo answered honestly.Jordan looked back at me. "Three weeks," he offered quietly. "The same three weeks Callum was inside this packhouse.""Yes," I answered."And you said nothing," he offer

Killian's POV "We start by finding out who is above Callum," Jordan urged quietly. "Tonight. Before they find us first." I looked at him across the table and thought about everything the last twelve hours had cost us and thought about Callum out there with three weeks of information and thought about a sixty year operation that hadn't ended just because one session closed. "How?" I questioned carefully. "The documentation in my parents' room," Jordan answered. "They tracked Callum's network for two years. Every connection. Every territory. Every name." He held my gaze. "Somewhere in those folders is a thread that leads above Callum. My mother was too precise to stop at the instrument without following the chain all the way back." "We've been through most of that documentation," Lorenzo offered carefully. "For the council." "We went through what was relevant for the council," Jordan countered carefully. "We weren't looking for this specific thread when we pulled those folder

Jordan's POV“The forest,” Killian said, careful like he wasn’t sure I’d break. “She’s been in the forest this whole time.”“Yeah,” I said.“While we were having breakfast?”“Yeah.”“While we sat in the kitchen talking about her being gone?”“Yeah.”He stared at me for a good while, lips pressing together. “I honestly can’t tell if I should be impressed or concerned.”“Both,” I told him. “It’s definitely both.”We left the archive, wound through the packhouse, and stepped outside. The forest stretched out beyond the eastern edge, dark and still. My wolf wanted to go, dragging me forward with that quiet, steady certainty he got when I asked about her.Cain fell in next to me. “She does this,” he said, almost a whisper. “Disappears without disappearing. You think she’s gone, so you stop looking. But she hasn’t moved an inch.”“Comes in handy,” I said.“Incredibly inconvenient,” Cain shot back. “If you’re the one looking.”I glanced over. “How long did you know her before everything fell