All Chapters of The Enemy Alpha's Beta | MM Romance | 18+ : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sitting inside, dressed in a black suit, one arm draped casually along the back of the seat, was Killian — a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face at the sight of Asher standing there, stunned, in the open doorway.Asher’s fingers tightened on the edge of the doorframe. The night air pressed against his back, cool and sharp, but it did nothing to steady the sudden rush in his chest. Killian looked entirely too comfortable, as if this car, this moment, this quiet claim on the space between them had always belonged to him.“Get in,” Killian said, voice low, almost lazy.Asher’s jaw locked. He shook his head once, hard. “I’m okay with going in your car, but I’m not going with you.” The words came out clipped.Killian’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened at the edges, as if Asher’s refusal was the most entertaining thing he’d heard all evening. He tilted his head slightly, studying him the way a man studies something he already knows he will win.Before Asher could step b

Asher walked back inside. His heart was still beating fast from what almost happened by the pool. His skin still felt warm where Killian’s breath had touched him. He took slow breaths and tried to calm down as he entered the big room where the party was going on.The room was full of people. Everyone wore expensive clothes. They held small glasses of wine and talked and laughed in soft voices. Bright lights hung from the ceiling, and soft music played in the background. Asher felt small standing among all these rich and powerful people, but he tried not to show it on his face.That was when he saw an old man sitting on a large sofa near the corner of the room.The man had white hair, neatly combed back. He wore a gold ring on one finger, and it shone every time the light hit it. His face looked bright and clean, even though his body looked weak and thin. He looked like someone who had been sick for a long time but still tried very hard to look strong and proud.Asher looked at him for

Nobody spoke for a long moment. The only sound left in the garden was the soft splash of the pool water behind them, and Scarlett's quiet, broken crying fading into the dark night..For a moment, Scarlett just stood there, her wrist still caught in Killian's hand, disbelief and hurt written all over her face. Then something inside her seemed to break completely.She pulled her hand free with a sharp jerk and, before anyone could stop her, her palm cracked hard across Killian's cheek. The sound was loud and sudden in the quiet garden.Killian's head barely moved from the hit. He didn't even flinch. He just stood there, looking at her, his face calm and unreadable.Tears poured down Scarlett's face now, mixing with the makeup running down her cheeks. "You let me hit you," she said, her voice shaking. "You didn't even stop me. Because you don't even care anymore. You don't care about anything I do.""What do you want me to say, Scarlett?" Killian's voice was quiet, tired. "That I'm sorry

Killian slammed the guest room door open so hard it bounced off the wall, his chest heaving. Marcus skidded to a halt right behind him, ready to tackle a burglar, an intruder, or whatever life-threatening emergency had prompted a shriek of that magnitude.Instead, they found themselves staring at absolute madness.Asher was standing bolt upright in the middle of the queen-sized bed, tangled waist-deep in the floral duvet like a panicked octopus, shrieking at the top of his lungs. Ethan was kneeling right beside him, furiously beating a fluffy decorative pillow against the mattress as if trying to bludgeon an invisible enemy, roaring like a cornered grizzly bear."THEY ARE IN THE WALLS!" Asher wailed, pointing a trembling finger straight at a blank strip of wallpaper. "THE FISH ARE PLOTTING AGAINST US, ETHAN! I CAN HEAR THEIR LITTLE FINANCIAL AUDITS!""DEFEND THE PERIMETER!" Ethan yelled back, his voice cracking violently on the high notes. He swung the pillow again, missed completely,

The massive platters of steaming hash browns, eggs, and bacon sat right in front of Asher and Ethan, but neither of them touched their forks immediately. The rich, greasy aroma hit their sensitive noses, sending a brief wave of nausea that they fought back with sheer willpower.Across the table, Killian and Marcus leaned back against the red vinyl booth, looking entirely too cheerful. They exchanged a deliberate, overly polite glance before Killian folded his hands on the table with an expression of exaggerated, royal respect."Please, Your Honor," Killian said smoothly, his tone dripping with formal deference. "Do partake in the breakfast. We wouldn't want to disrespect a member of the supreme judicial council. After all, your legal expertise on shoe law and maritime furniture is unmatched."Marcus nodded solemnly, picking up his coffee cup with pinkies out. "Indeed, Mr. Judge. We are merely humble peasants in your glorious presence. Please, allow us to assist you. Do you require us