All Chapters of The Wrong Brother's Bite: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Over my dead fucking body," I roar, slamming my palm down so hard the heavy oak surface of Alistair’s desk fractures right down the center.Alistair doesn't even flinch. He sits back in his leather chair, his dark eyes entirely devoid of emotion as he lays out the tactical blueprint for trapping Viktor Dempsey. The insane strategy involves planting Eira Montrose back inside a rogue holding house using a pack insider named Barnaby Keene as bait, drawing the rogue Alpha out into the open.My inner wolf goes completely feral, scratching furiously against my ribs. "You expect me to hand my mate back over to the monsters who tortured her? Are you out of your rabid mind?""It is the only flawless entry point we have," Alistair replies smoothly, tapping his knuckles against the splintered wood. "She goes in wired with surveillance tech, plays the terrified captive, and we snatch Dempsey the second he steps through the threshold. She will not be harmed.""Damn right she won't," I snarl, lean

“You are going to rip that door handle clean off the frame, Bramwell,” Alistair Fenmore says, his cold voice cutting through the heavy silence inside the blacked-out tactical van.We are parked two streets away from the Veysey holding house in the Northmere Industrial District, waiting for the signal. A fold of dark fabric conceals the micro-camera strapped to Eira Montrose’s torn shirt, but the audio feed plays directly through my tactical earpiece. The sound of her shallow, terrified breathing makes my blood boil, my heavy knuckles whitening as I grip the overhead handle so hard the metal groans.“She hasn't hit the sub-dermal panic button yet,” Alistair reminds me, his dark eyes fixed on the digital telemetry screen on the console. “If you breach the perimeter before Viktor Dempsey arrives, you ruin her cover and put her directly in the line of fire.”I watch a greasy rogue guard approach Eira on the monitor feed. The sheer, unadulterated terror in her violet eyes isn't an act, and

“Just wondering if you’ll ever get tired of having a broken healer at your side,” I whisper, my voice rough against his neck as the hot water cascades over us.Bramwell cups my face in his broad, scarred palms, his golden eyes burning with fierce, absolute conviction. “I am never going to be done with you, Eira. You are my Luna, and I am your Alpha. We will burn Moonridge Chapel to the ground, tear your sister from those rogue cells, and then you are taking my pack mark.”“Taking your mark?” I squeak, my pulse fluttering wildly in my throat.“We need to secure your territory papers and clear your bloodline record first, but yes.”“You aren’t exactly asking for my permission, Alpha.”“Asking would imply I am willing to accept a refusal, little wolf.”I stare up at the unyielding determination carved into his massive, lethal jaw. “You are completely out o

“You’re squeezing my hand so tight you’re going to break the bone, darlin’,” Bramwell rumbles softly, his deep, gravelly voice brushing against the shell of my ear.I don’t loosen my grip on his fingers. I stand on the edge of the grand stone balcony of the Fenmore Pack Estate, my dark hair blowing in the warm summer breeze. Six months have passed since the blood moon bathed the Obsidian Spire in crimson, six months since Bramwell drove his broad silver blade through Edmund Veysey’s heart and shattered the rogue network forever.Below us, in the sunlit central courtyard, the territory is alive with celebration. Long banquet tables are loaded with fresh-roasted meats, bread from Hettie’s kitchen, and casks of aged highland ale. Children run through the green grass, their laughter echoing off the timber walls—reclaimed she-wolves and free pack members living without the shadow of silver chains or dark magic.“I’m just checking to make sure you’re real,” I whisper, leaning back against h

"Your top," I breathed out, my gaze glued to his broad chest as he yanked the fabric over his head. "Sweet goddess, I am losing my mind."He caught my fingers, guiding them straight to his mouth, sucking gently on my fingertips while his sharp intake of breath echoed off the walls. When I grazed his hardened nipple with my teeth, a guttural groan tore from his throat, driving me to press my hips desperately against his groin. I slid my palm down, wrapping my hand over his heavy erection through the thin material of his trousers."Are you certain about this, Fallon?" he panted, his cobalt eyes burning with a raw, primal need.Without answering with words, I guided his hand down between my thighs, pressing his knuckles against the soaked fabric of my shorts. He brought his fingers straight to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled my scent. The deep dimples in his cheeks reappeared, telling me my arousal was intoxicating to him.In seconds, he had me flat