All Chapters of The Alphas Who Owned Her: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The determination in his voice was absolute."The contract didn’t show her what we are," Killian said. "The contract showed her captivity. Showed her men using her body. But the bond, the bond is different. The bond is real. And we’re going to show her that.""And how do we do that?" Cassian asked, his voice desperate."Slowly," Killian said. "We let her see us. We let her feel the bond. We let her understand that what happened between us during the contract was the beginning of something much larger. Something neither of us can control or deny."He paused."But we do it at her pace," Killian continued. "We show her respect. We show her that we understand her fear. We show her that the bond is mutual and real and worth exploring.""And if she refuses?" Barrett asked, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer."Then we convince her otherwise," Killian said flatly. "But not through force. Through patience. Through proximity. Through the undeniable reality of the bond."Cassian

Her hands were raw. Visibly damaged. The skin on her palms was callused and marked with small cuts. Her wrists were thin enough that the brothers could see the delicate bones clearly.She looked like she’d been worked to exhaustion.Cassian stood up abruptly."Fuck that bastard," he said, his voice rough and dangerous. "I’m going to kill him right now."He moved toward the door with the intention of leaving the room, of finding Duncan, of extracting payment for what the pack had done to their mate."Sit down," Killian said, his voice dropping to something lethal.Cassian stopped. For a moment, there was visible internal struggle, Draven fighting against Killian’s command, desperate to hunt, desperate to claim, desperate to protect what was theirs.Then Cassian sat back down, but his entire body was vibrating with barely contained rage and need. His eyes were completely gold. His hands were clenched into fists. The muscles in his jaw were working like he was grinding his teeth hard eno

She finished serving the table she was attending and made her way toward the Fenwick brothers. As she approached, she noticed other servers backing away, leaving the space to her. They understood. When an alpha of Killian’s caliber requested a specific server, the choice became non-negotiable."We require you to serve our table for the duration of the ceremony," Killian said, his voice smooth and commanding. It was phrased as a request, but they all understood it was an order."Yes, Alpha," Gwen said, her voice barely steady.She positioned herself near their table, acutely aware of all three of them in her immediate vicinity. Her body responded to their proximity in ways she couldn’t control, her breathing becoming shallow, her skin prickling with awareness, a pull in her chest that made it difficult to think clearly.Barrett pulled out a chair slightly, creating a tighter space where she’d have to stand closer to him to serve. The movement was subtle but deliberate."Pour," he said,

"How did you sleep?" Killian asked conversationally, as if he wasn’t radiating an intensity that made the air feel charged."Fine, Alpha," Gwen lied, her voice wavering slightly.She moved to set down bacon and toast, her movements stiff and awkward. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, trying to ease the ache between her legs that wouldn’t go away."Is your room comfortable?" Barrett asked, his dark eyes following her movements with predatory focus."Yes, Alpha," she said.She set a plate down in front of Cassian, and her hand trembled as she did. He was so close. So overwhelmingly close. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. Could smell him, that intoxicating combination of soap and something uniquely male and purely him."She’s embarrassed. Look at how flushed she is," Barrett observed through the mindlink."She doesn’t understand what’s happening to her body. She thinks it’s a reaction to fear," Killian responded, his mental tone carrying something that sound

Still shirtless. Still wearing only the towel. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough that she could smell him, that intoxicating combination of shower soap and something uniquely masculine and purely him.Her breath caught audibly."The shirt," he said, his voice low and calm despite the proximity.She handed it to him with trembling hands, trying not to notice the way his fingers brushed against hers as he took it. Trying not to be aware of how close he was standing. Trying not to think about what would happen if she turned around.He pulled the shirt on, the wet fabric clinging to his still-damp chest and shoulders, outlining every defined muscle beneath. The shirt fit him perfectly, tailored to emphasize his broad shoulders and narrow waist.When he finished pulling it on, he looked at her directly."Button it for me."The request sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body.Gwen stepped forward...she had no choice, it was physically