All Chapters of My Brother's Worst Enemy Craves Me: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111 Skye's POV The elevator doors opened to the rooftop and the wind hit me like a wall. It was aggressive‚ whipping my hair across my face and making my hoodie flap against my body as if it was trying to rip it off me. The sound was deafening up here‚ a constant roar that swallowed everything and made it impossible to hear anything clearly. But I heard the jet. Or rather‚ I saw it. And my brain short-circuited. Thorne's private jet was parked in the center of the rooftop helipad and it was the most beautiful machine I had ever seen in my life. It was sleek and black with a matte finish that absorbed the afternoon sunlight instead of reflecting it‚ making it look like it had been carved out of obsidian. The Anderson Holdings logo was embossed on the tail in dark silver‚ subtle enough to be classy but visible enough to let everyone know exactly who owned it. The wings were long and tapered‚ cutting sharp lines against the grey sky‚ and the engines hummed with a lo

Chapter 113 SKYE'S POV Before I could process that‚ an older woman stepped forward from the line of servants. She was tall and slim with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun and kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. She carried herself with an air of quiet authority that told me she was in charge of the rest of the staff. "Alpha Thorne‚" she said warmly. "Welcome back. It's been too long." "Margaret." Thorne nodded at her. "How is everything?" "Perfect as always‚ sir. The master bedroom has been prepared for your visit. Fresh linens‚ new flowers‚ and the bath is already drawn as we speak." She glanced at me and her smile widened. "And for the Luna‚ we've stocked the wardrobe with a full collection in her size as you requested." I looked at Thorne. "You requested clothes in my size? When did you even have time to do that?" He didn't answer. Just smirked. Margaret continued. "After you've both had time to freshen up‚ lunch will be served in the dinin

Chapter 115 Thorne’s POV "When?" "Days ago. Kael had the whole thing planned before Ethan even agreed. The journalist‚ the publication‚ the angle‚ the timing of the release. All of it was pre-arranged. He just needed a credible source. Someone who was actually there that night. Someone who could give the story enough detail to make it stick." "And Ethan was the perfect candidate‚" I said quietly. "He was the only candidate. You and Skye were never going to talk. Ethan was the only other person who knew. Kael figured that out and went straight for him." I pulled the phone away from my ear for a moment and stared at the wall in front of me. My reflection stared back from the polished marble surface‚ distorted and dark‚ and my eyes were black. My wolf was pressing so close to the surface that I could feel him pacing behind my ribs like a caged animal looking for something to destroy. Kael hadn't just attacked my company. He hadn't just gone after my reputation or my Alph

Chapter 117 SKYE'S POV I started moving. Rolling my hips in slow circles at first‚ finding the rhythm while his hands guided me. The boat rocked with us‚ adding a sway to every movement that pushed him deeper on every downstroke. His head fell back against the seat cushion and a groan rumbled from his chest that made my walls clench around him. "Fuck‚" he grunted. "Just like that." I braced my hands on his shoulders and picked up the pace‚ lifting myself up and sliding back down while his hands roamed from my hips to my thighs to my ass‚ squeezing and pulling and urging me faster. The sundress was bunched around my waist and the ocean breeze hit my bare skin while the sun warmed my back and everything about this moment felt wild and free and perfect. "You feel so good‚" I gasped‚ my nails raking down his chest through the open shirt. "Oh God‚ Thorne‚ you feel so—" He thrust up into me hard and I screamed. His hands locked onto my waist and he started meeting my movements

Chapter 119 Skye's POV The first thing I felt was pain. A dull‚ throbbing ache at the back of my skull that pulsed with every heartbeat as if someone had taken a hammer to the base of my head and left the vibration behind. My eyelids were heavy‚ so heavy it took everything in me just to force them open. And when I finally did‚ I wished I hadn't. Darkness. Complete and total darkness. I blinked several times‚ waiting for my eyes to adjust‚ but there was nothing to adjust to. There was no light source anywhere. I tried to move. I couldn't. My body was wrapped in some kind of thick material that was wound around my torso and legs‚ binding me from my shoulders all the way down to my ankles. It was rough against my skin‚ like canvas or burlap‚ and it was wrapped so tightly that I could barely expand my chest enough to breathe properly. My arms were pinned to my sides inside the wrapping and my wrists were tied together underneath the material with something that felt like r