Todos os capítulos de The Enemy Alpha's Beta | MM Romance | 18+ : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Killian lowered himself to one knee right there in the hallway, in front of Asher's open door, in full view of anyone who happened to walk past."Killian, what are you doing?" Asher hissed, glancing quickly down the hall. "Get up. Someone's going to see you.""I know," Killian said quietly, not moving. "I don't care.""There are neighbors—""Asher." Killian looked up at him, his dark eyes steady despite the exhaustion clearly written across his face. "I came here to say goodbye properly. The way I should have done it three days ago, instead of just walking away and leaving things broken between us." He paused. "I'm asking you to forgive me. For everything. One last time, and then I'll actually leave you alone, the way you asked me to."Down the hallway, a door opened. An older woman stepped out with her trash bag, froze mid-step at the sight of a man kneeling on the floor, and stared with wide recognition."Isn't that—" she started, her voice carrying easily in the quiet hallway.Ashe

Asher walked into the lecture hall a few minutes late, his bag heavy on his shoulder, his mind still half-stuck on the conversation from the night before. He slid into an empty seat near the back, pulling out his notebook without really looking up."Good morning, everyone," a familiar voice said from the front of the room.Asher's head snapped up so fast his neck hurt.Julian stood at the front of the lecture hall, dressed in a dark blazer instead of his usual worn suede coat, a stack of papers neatly organized on the podium in front of him. He looked completely at ease, like he belonged there, like he had always belonged there."Julian?" Asher said out loud before he could stop himself.A few students turned to look at him. Julian's eyes found him across the room, and something like amusement flickered briefly behind his usual calm expression."Mr. Valentine," Julian said smoothly, his voice carrying easily to the back row. "Glad you could join us. Please, take your seat. We're just

Killian stood in front of his bathroom mirror, looking at himself in clothes he never wore. Black jeans. A plain black hoodie with the hood down for now. A dark cap sitting on the bathroom counter, waiting. Next to it, a simple black mask, the kind ordinary people wore on the subway or during flu season.He picked up the cap and pulled it low over his eyes.This is insane, he thought, staring at his own reflection. Killian Cross does not dress like this. Killian Cross does not hide his face and follows someone down the street like a stranger.But he had already made his decision the night before, sitting in his study with Marcus watching him carefully from across the room. He wasn't going to send an investigator. He wasn't going to ask his bodyguards to quietly track Asher's movements and hand him a report at the end of the week, full of times and locations written in someone else's cold, careful handwriting.If I do that, Killian thought, I'm just trusting someone else's eyes again.

Asher's legs gave out beneath him. He sank down onto the couch, the grocery bag slipping from his fingers and hitting the floor with a soft, forgotten thud, the bread rolling out onto the carpet unnoticed. Both hands came up to press hard against his face, like he could somehow push the last few minutes back inside himself if he just pressed hard enough.Tears spilled out before he could stop them, his shoulders shaking silently at first, then breaking into something louder, something raw and messy that he'd been holding back for what felt like weeks now, maybe longer.Ethan crossed the room slowly, the photo still clutched carefully in one hand like he was afraid of dropping it, of somehow damaging the small piece of proof now sitting between them. He sat down beside Asher on the couch, close enough that their knees touched, and set the ultrasound photo gently on the coffee table, face up, like neither of them could quite look away from it even now.He didn't say anything right away.

Asher's hand shook as he reached for the door, Ethan standing rigid just behind him, both of them bracing for the worst, for anything, for whoever might be standing on the other side ready to unravel everything they'd just barely managed to hold together.He pulled it open slowly, his heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears.Marcus stood on the other side, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, an oddly sheepish expression on his face that looked completely out of place on someone his size, someone who'd once dropped four grown men in under a minute without breaking a sweat."Marcus?" Asher said, relief and confusion tangling together in his voice, his whole body sagging slightly against the doorframe."Hey." Marcus glanced past him into the apartment, his eyes landing on Ethan standing pale and tense a few feet back. "Sorry, I know it's late. I should've texted first."Ethan stepped forward slightly, his earlier fear shifting quickly into something more guarded, more car