All Chapters of The Alphas Next Door: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KAIA My brain starts running through every possible reason Dr. Wolfe would want to see me—and none of them are good. I’ve been here, what, less than a week? That’s barely enough time to memorize the layout, let alone screw something up bad enough to get summoned. Or, was it because he saw me at Ronan's and Maddox's? Shit. “Did he say why?” I ask, trying not to sound like my pulse just spiked. Morgan just shrugs, annoyingly calm. “Nope. But he’s in early today, so…” She gives me that loaded look that makes me feel like the floor just tilted under me while her eyes rake me from head to toe and again as if inspecting me. “You’d better go now.” I nod as I smooth down my scrubs, mostly to keep my hands busy, and head for the hallway that leads to his office. The glass panels along the corridor make the space too open, like anyone could watch me make the slow, shameful march to my doom. When I reach the door, it’s slightly ajar. I knock anyway. His deep voice calls, “Come in.” I step

KAIA•Two days later•I jolt awake, chest heaving, sweat clinging to my skin like I’ve just run a damn marathon. My sheets are tangled around my legs, and I’m panting—again. Of course. Because apparently my brain hates me. Because apparently fate thinks it’s funny to shove the same dream down my throat every single night for the past two days. The same dream of them.Ronan. Maddox. And now… fuck.Now it’s Dr Wolfe… Caius.His face, his goddamn face, clear as day this time. The third man in my dream.“Fuck,” I whisper into the empty room, pressing my palms over my eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”Three. Three men? That’s insane. That’s… not normal, right? I mean, it can’t be. One man is a curse enough. Two? A scandal. But three? What even is that? A death sentence? A porn plot?And what’s worse? I’m wet.Still. Again. Always.I groan and shove the heel of my hand against my forehead like that’ll fix the mess in my head. Like it’ll fix me. I can’t even talk to Ashby about this shit anymore si

KAIAI jerk, instinct snapping me back, but his hand slides up, strong and unyielding, cupping the back of my head. He presses me deeper into the kiss, mouth commanding, tongue parting mine with a force that steals my breath. Panic flares hot in my chest, clawing for release, but I don’t push him back.I can’t.Because it feels like tasting something forbidden. A tree I was warned never to touch. Sweet and dangerous, wrong and intoxicating all at once. Ronan’s lips are firm, almost punishing, and the heat of him sears through the thin fabric of my shirt where his chest presses against mine. My pulse hammers so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my wrists, between my legs. Every rational thought I have left is screaming that this is a mistake—that I am standing on the front steps of the pack house in broad daylight, that anyone could walk out and see—but the screaming is distant, muffled under the rush of blood in my ears.And God help me, unfortunately, I don’t want it to end.Ma

KAIAMy whole body feels like it’s trembling, even though I’m standing still. This is strange as hell as if I’ve just stepped into somebody else’s nightmare and got stuck there. My brain can’t keep up, can’t even make sense of what’s unfolding right in front of me.Hailey gasps, and before I can even blink, Caius scoops her up off the floor like she weighs nothing and sets her carefully on the sofa. His movements are firm but gentle and practiced, almost like he’s done this before. My chest tightens as I clutch the edge of the table, watching three men fill my medium-sized sitting room, their shadows pressing against the walls. The space feels suffocating with them in it—too many bodies, too much energy, too much heat.This has to be a joke. It has to be. Some sick, cruel prank that’s gone too far. I keep telling myself that, over and over, like a prayer. A mantra to keep me from breaking. But the sight of Hailey’s pale lips and the faint glow in her eyes won’t leave me. My stomach t

KAIAI hate the way the air feels when all three of them are looking at me. Heavy and suffocating like I’m already outnumbered.Hailey stirs against my neck, a soft whimper that makes my arms tighten around her. I shouldn't have picked her up while she was still limp on the couch, but I needed to hold her against me. For my sanity.My only job—my only damn job—is keeping her safe. And now I’ve got three strangers telling me she needs them to survive? Wolves or not, that doesn’t sit right with me.“You’ve got some nerve,” I say, my voice low and a bit shaky. “Asking me to move in with you. My daughter is not some… some experiment you get to babysit.”Maddox chuckles. “No one said babysit. We said ‘protect’.”My chest burns, a mix of anger and something I don’t want to name. His eyes hold mine too long, until I feel heat crawl up my neck. Damn him. I wish I could punch him.“I don’t trust you,” I snap, because it’s the truth.“Good.” Ronan says from the corner. “You shouldn’t.”Caius st