Semua Bab Sold to my Fated Five Exes: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Royal’s POV"He actually did it," I whispered, the words catching in my dry throat.The air felt like it had been sucked out of the rooftop. Philip had used that crushing Alpha weight to shove me aside, and in that split second, his mind was set. He was going to end her. By the time I forced my leaden limbs to move and scrambled off the concrete, the space in his arms was empty.She was gone. Rilla was falling.A blur of silver and black wind whipped past my face, nearly knocking me down again. I didn't stop to think. I lunged for the edge of the boundary wall, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. I didn't want this. No matter what she did, I wasn't ready to see her shattered on the pavement below.Romilly was right at my heels, his breathing coming in ragged, panicked bursts. We hit the stone ledge at the same time, both of us bracing for the sight of a broken girl in the shadows of the alley.Instead, I saw Ripley.The man was a lunatic. He was dangling off t

Robbie’s POV"Slow down, please, you’re hurting me."I didn’t stop. I leaned into the cries of the woman beneath me, using her pain to muffle the noise in my own head. We were in the back room at Robin’s place, the one with the massive leather sofa that wrapped around three walls. Usually, all five of us filled this space, but tonight it was just Rory and me.Robin had sent in two girls to keep us busy. On the floor, Rory was already finished with the pleasantries. He moved with a cold, rhythmic cruelty, pinned to the carpet as he worked. He didn’t care about her comfort. He didn’t care if she could breathe. He was just biding his time, waiting for the exact second his body peaked so he could tear into her throat and drink his fill.I kept my eyes on the wall, trying to let the physical friction burn away the image of a different face. Rilla.Just thinking her name made my chest tighten with a familiar, toxic heat. Six years. I had spent six years scrubbing the memory of her from my b

Rory’s POV"I see the three of you managed to find your way here," Riley said. He didn't bother standing up. He just sat there on the velvet sofa with a sharp, arrogant grin that made my skin itch.His gray eyes tracked us as we moved into the room. Everything about the guy was calculated, from the way his dark hair was slicked back to the heavy black trench coat he left unbuttoned. He tried to look like a king holding court, but to me, he just looked like a cheap imitation of power. He was a fake through and through."Where is the other one?" Riley asked. He reached up and started twisting a heavy emerald ring on his finger. "Did the four of you leave your fifth brother behind to rot while you came out to play? That seems a bit cold, even for you lot."He was talking about Royal."Royal has a very low tolerance for filth," Ripley said. He dropped onto the seat next to Philip and leaned back. The scar cutting through his left eyebrow made his smirk look even more jagged and mean. "He

Rilla’s POV"I told you, I am not a doctor anymore," a man snapped from the hallway.I didn't open my eyes. The voice was sharp, echoing off hard walls that didn't sound like the hospital. My chest felt like it was being crushed by a heavy stone, and every breath I took was a jagged struggle. The air here was different. It didn't smell like bleach and old floor wax. It smelled like cedar, expensive wax, and dried rain. It smelled like a home.Specifically, it smelled like their home.The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. I tried to bolt upright, but a sharp metal jingle stopped me cold. My right wrist was clamped in a heavy steel cuff, chained to the headboard. The cold metal bit into my skin as I strained against it. Panic rose in my throat, hot and suffocating. They really did it. They took me."I already talked to Romilly," a second voice said, sounding tired. "He is stuck in surgery all day. You spent three years in med school, Robbie. Just do it.""That was a

Rilla’s POV"Are you done in there, or did you fall in?" Royal called through the wood of the door.I didn't answer. I just sat on the closed toilet seat and let out a long, shaky breath. The silence of the bathroom was the first bit of peace I had felt since they caught me. Royal was gone from the immediate space, and for a second, I could actually think.Why was he acting like this? The Royal I knew from years ago was a nightmare. He spent every waking hour making my life miserable. To him, I was just a toy he used to kill time when he was bored. Now he was carrying me around and acting like he cared if I breathed. It had to be a trick. He probably just wanted to get me healthy enough so he and his brothers could take turns using me. That was the only thing that made sense. They didn't see a person when they looked at me. They saw an object that needed to be repaired before it was put back to work.I stood up and started opening drawers. I moved quietly, checking under the sink and