All Chapters of The Alphas Who Owned Her: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Or," Barrett said quietly, "we’re going to discover that we’re capable of more than we thought. That we can be present without being brutal. That we can comfort without destroying."Killian opened his eyes and looked at his brother."You actually believe that?" he asked."No," Barrett admitted. "But I’m going to pretend to believe it. And maybe, if we all pretend hard enough, it becomes true."The door to the office closed as Barrett left to follow Cassian.Killian stood alone in the quiet of his office, and he understood that everything had changed. The rule was broken. The agreement had been shattered. And within the next few minutes, one or both of his brothers would be in Gwen’s room, crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.He moved to his desk and poured himself a drink.The whiskey was sharp against his throat, but he welcomed the burn. Because pain was something he could understand. Pain was something he could control.And he was about to lose control completely.***Gwen

He moved closer to Killian’s desk, his hands gripping the edge."This goes beyond contract," Barrett continued. His voice was dropping lower, becoming more dangerous. "This goes beyond payment or ownership or anything we can rationalize away with logic and strategic thinking. This is bonding. This is a mate connection so powerful that our wolves can’t function without her presence. And you know it. You feel it every moment of every day."Killian stood from his chair."The wolfless problem remains," he said coldly. "Regardless of how we feel, regardless of what our bodies demand, the biological reality is that she doesn’t have a wolf. She doesn’t have a mate bond. She can’t complete a true mating with us.""But she does complete us," Cassian said quietly. His voice was different than before....softer, but somehow more intense. "When she’s in the room, Draven stops screaming. When she’s in my arms, my wolf goes peaceful. I’ve never felt anything like it, Killian. It’s like my entire exi

"That’s excellent," Agnes said. She helped Gwen move more upright, adjusting pillows behind her back to support her."Your body is healing well," Agnes said. She poured tea into a cup "You’re stronger than you think. Younger bodies recover faster than older ones, thank goodness. Give it another few days and you’ll feel almost normal."Gwen tore off a piece of bread and ate it slowly.Agnes adjusted the tray on her laps properly.Gwen looked at the contents on the tray again and realized that everything Agnes brought was chosen specifically to be gentle on a recovering body while still providing real nourishment.Gwen looked at the spread and felt her appetite respond. Real hunger, and she started eating fast, like the tray could be taken away at any moment."Eat slowly," Agnes instructed. She moved about the room, opening the curtains wider to let more light in, checking the water pitcher by the bed. "Don’t rush. Your body has been through trauma. It needs time to remember how to func

The word came out like a curse, like an expression of frustration more than arousal. Because this wasn’t what he wanted. Stroking himself off in his office like some teenage boy who couldn’t control his own body wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was her. What he wanted was to bury himself inside her until he forgets why they’d agreed to maintain distance. What he wanted was to mark her and bind her and make it so she could never question their ownership again.But he couldn’t do that.Not while she was healing.Not while her mind was still fragile and her body was still recovering from what they’d done.So instead, he stroked himself like a man possessed, chasing a release that would be momentary and unsatisfying and wouldn’t solve anything.He was close now. His cock was pulsing in his hand. His entire body was coiled tight. His release was coming.....The pressure built to a breaking point and then....Killian came.Hard. Intense. Weeks of frustration pouring out of him in thick

It wouldn’t be.But he was going to try anyway.Because the alternative....accepting that only Gwen could satisfy what his wolf needed, was something Barrett’s rational mind absolutely refused to contemplate.His hand gripped his cock and began to stroke.The pleasure was already building again, the sensitivity from the previous orgasm making every movement intense and almost painful. His breathing was becoming ragged. His body was already chasing another release that would ultimately prove as unsatisfying as the last one.But he stroked anyway.Because what else was there to do?He had to find some way to manage the constant ache. Some way to function while his entire body screamed for something he couldn’t have. Some way to survive the knowledge that the female who would satisfy him completely was currently recovering from injuries he’d helped inflict.Barrett’s movements became faster, more desperate.His other hand gripped the sheets, twisting them in his fist. His back arched sli