Todos os capítulos de Rejected By My Brother’s Alpha Best Friends : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

ELENA'S POV"Move." The word came out of me before I'd decided to say it, low and shaking, my fingers still locked around Tristan's sleeve.Zane didn't move. He stood in the open doorway of the elevator like he had all the time in the world, hands loosely folded around the leather folder still tucked under one arm, watching me the way he used to watch me lose arguments as a child — patient, amused and already certain of how it would end."That's not much of a greeting." His mouth curved, faint and unhurried."What are you doing here?" My voice cracked wider the second time, and I hated it, hated that four years of distance hadn't taught my body to stop reacting to him like this."Working." He tapped the folder once. "The council mandated a business review. I came to conduct it.""You don't do reviews. You don't do anything that puts your name on paper." I finally let go of Tristan's sleeve and stepped forward, putting myself directly in the doorway so he couldn't slide past without go

DARIUS'S POV"Darius." Tristan's voice, close now, sharp with alarm. "What is it? You've gone white."I couldn't answer him yet. The second message finished loading on the screen, my thumb hovering over it, and I read it twice before any of it made sense.My father called me back. I couldn't say goodbye properly. The room on fifty-two, there's a panel by the east wall my family has always had access to. It's how we speak to home. I wasn't taking anything from you. I'm sorry for everything, truly. Please don't come looking for me. It won't matter if you do.I lowered the phone slowly, my pulse still hammering, and felt every eye in the room land on me at once."Darius." Alexander's voice had sharpened. "What did she say?"I read it out loud instead of trying to explain it, my voice flatter than I meant it to sound. By the time I finished, Alexander's shoulders had dropped half an inch, and Tristan had stopped gripping the edge of the laptop hard enough to whiten his knuckles."Her fath

BRIELLE'S POVI was on the stairs by the time the monitor went quiet.Hunter's footsteps pounded behind me, heavier than mine, closing the distance by the landing. Neither of us spoke. The hallway light was off, and I didn't stop to find the switch.The girls' door stood half open.Nora was sitting bolt upright in bed, blanket clutched to her chin, one small finger pointed at the window. Maya and Lila hadn't stirred."There." Her whisper shook. "Mama, there was a face."I crossed the room in three strides and pulled her against me. Her heart hammered against my ribs, fast as a bird's."Okay, baby. I've got you."Hunter moved past us without a word. He planted himself between the beds and the window, shoulders filling the frame, and eased the curtain aside with two fingers."Nothing now," he muttered, low enough that it wouldn't carry. "Doesn't mean there wasn't."I grabbed the radio from the nightstand. My father's security team had left one in every room that afternoon, and I pressed

TRISTAN'S POVDarius didn't look up when I shoved the gatehouse door open. He only reached past Reyes and hit play."Watch," he muttered.The room was barely big enough for three men. A bank of monitors glowed along one wall, each one split into four grainy feeds. Reyes stood with his arms folded tight across his chest, jaw set, like he already knew what I was about to see and hated every second of it.The timestamp in the corner read 2:14:06.For a moment there was nothing. Just the east fence, black against a darker sky, the hedges below it motionless.Then a shape rose over the top of the fence.It came over clean, one hand on the rail, and dropped to the grass without a stumble. Hood up. Dark clothes. Gloves. I leaned closer to the screen, searching for a face, a scrap of skin, anything.There was nothing to find."Keep watching," Darius growled.The figure crouched in the shadow of the hedge. It didn't creep toward the house. It waited, perfectly still, like it was counting.Nine

BRIELLE'S POV"What?" Tristan turned from the car, one hand still on the door handle. "Bri, what is it?"I stared across the street. A woman pushing a stroller passed right under the awning. A delivery van pulled in behind the bus and started unloading crates.The doorway was just a doorway."Nothing," I muttered, forcing my eyes away. "Someone waiting on a ride. I'm jumpy."Tristan's gaze flicked across the road and back to me. He didn't look convinced, but he let it go."Can we please leave?" my father grumbled behind me. "I've been stared at enough for one afternoon."He stepped past me toward the open car door and reached for the frame.His knees folded.Tristan lunged and caught him under the arms a split second before he hit the pavement. The two of them slammed against the side of the car, my brother's feet skidding on the wet leaves as he took our father's full weight."Dad!" The word ripped out of me."I'm fine." His voice came out thin and breathless. "I missed the step.""T