Alyssa After finally putting Zuri to bed, though it felt like a battle considering how long she fought, I find myself in the dark, wide awake. I understand now why Zuri struggled so much. This place is new, unfamiliar. I miss our beds at King's place. The silence of the room feels oppressive without any of the guys here. Mason left soon after Zuri fell asleep, even though I almost asked him to stay. But he'd already made it clear he didn't want Gray getting the wrong idea. I'm alone. The heavy feeling in my chest presses harder as I turn over in the bed for what feels like the hundredth time. I'm reminded of those many nights when Isaac and I were under the same roof, and yet he refused to cuddle with me. I feel just as fucking lonely now as I did then. Damn it. Why did I have to get so attached to them? I should hate them for bringing me here, for deciding what's best for us without asking what I wanted. But I can't. When I finally do drift off, I wake up to the famili
Alyssa Three days after being at the clubhouse, I feel like I'm somewhat settling in. I get along with all the guys despite the fact that the four other women who live here, aside from Nina, seem to hate me. I'm assuming King has fucked them at some point because every time he walks through the door, they swarm him like a pack of hyenas. I'm not jealous; I knew he used to stick his dick in anything, so this isn't really a surprise. But for him to shit so close to where he eats? My stupid, stupid man. Too bad I've already fallen in love with him, flaws and all. I'm in the middle of telling Nina about how Zuri finally said "mama" last night when I catch that chick that tried to give her number to King walk over to Gray's table where my men are. She literally sits on the edge of it, pressing her fake boobs together and twirling her hair like she's starring in some low-budget porno. I stop mid-sentence, narrowing my eyes at her as her hand slides onto Niko's arm. King tu
King Alyssa runs back into the room, her eyes wide with panic. When her eyes find mine, she bursts into tears. Without thinking, I'm up from the table, wrapping her in my arms. I don't give a fuck that we have an audience. My girl needs me. "What's wrong, kitten?" I murmur, stroking her hair as she shakes in my grip. "He knows, King." Her voice cracks as she buries her face in my chest. "He wants you in his office...and he's probably going to hurt you. I'm so sorry." I figured this was coming. After the stupid shit Lauren said earlier, it was only a matter of time before Gray connected the dots. I'd always known that one day I would have to face the music for touching his sister. Well, it's time. Mason stands up, his face a mask of calm despite the hint of worry in his eyes. "Need backup?" I shake my head. "No point. If he's gonna kill me, he's gonna kill me whether anyone is there or not. Just text Niko, let him know what's up." Mason nods, and I pull Alyssa wit
Nikolai "What do you mean Gray pointed a gun at you?" I growl, checking her over from head to toe as if an imaginary wound might reveal itself. Alyssa stumbled into the room shaken, tears streaming down her face as she told us what went down in Gray's office. Mason's heads-up already had my stomach in fucking knots, but hearing it from her makes my rage flare. She bites her lip, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "He didn't technically point it at me." She sniffles, wiping away a fresh tear. "He was aiming at King, and I just...kind of jumped in front of him." Of course she did. She loves him. I would've done the same thing. But thinking about her standing in front of a gun, even if it wasn't meant for her, it's enough to make me want to put Gray through a fucking wall. I don't care what his reasons were. Putting Alyssa in danger is never okay. "That was dangerous, little warrior," Mason comments quietly from his spot on the bed, shaking his head. Alyssa turns to him, fr
Alyssa Last night, after King offered Mason the chance to join us, Mason hesitated, saying he needed time to think about it. Still, he ended up sleeping in the room with us, curled up in an armchair, which left me a little bit disappointed but ultimately respectful of his decision. I don't want him to do anything he's not 100% sure about yet. This morning, Niko and I assisted Nina in whipping up breakfast for all the club members, either staying here or arriving early just to eat. Now, we're gathered around a table in the bar, me and King on one side and Niko and Mason across from us. Zuri is happily seated in her high chair at the end of the table near Niko and me, devouring her sausages, scrambled eggs, and sliced bananas. King's hand rests possessively on my thigh, his fingers tracing a line along my skin. I bite my lip, his touch distracting me from my food—or anything else, really. Fuck. I really wish Isaac would hurry up and die so I can have a sex life again. Ni
Mason Damn it. Why am I such a coward? From the way Niko was looking at me last night, it was like he was silently urging me to take King's offer, but I just couldn't do it. I don't know why. I'm already helplessly attached to Alyssa; I want her more than my next fucking breath, but the thought of sharing her with my brothers stirs something uneasy in my gut. Maybe it's because, even if I go through with this, she'll never really be mine. King will always be her first, and I'd have to make peace with that. I follow Alyssa to the room so she can put Zuri down for the night. The ceremony's starting soon, and I volunteered to watch Zuri, which gives me an excuse to avoid the celebration. Too many people, too much damn noise. I'd rather be here in this quiet room, cracking open a book and enjoying the solitude. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch Alyssa in silence. She's reading Zuri three different bedtime stories—her favorite ones, from what I can tell. Zuri seems to li
Alyssa Niko walks me downstairs and out back toward a massive barn in the rear of the clubhouse. Apparently, this is their "church," a spot reserved for serious club gatherings, and tonight, it's for me and King. My nerves are skittering, but I manage to keep it together. Niko's solid grip on my arm keeps me grounded. I shoot him a quick, sideways grin, lowering my voice so only he can hear. "Feels like you're walking me down the aisle." He smirks. "Probably the closest you're ever getting to a wedding with him." I don't mind that at all. One wedding was more than enough for me. As we enter the barn, a line of women sit in the first two rows, including Lauren, who sends me dirty looks. I arch a brow, suppressing a laugh. "Let me guess...King's trail of broken hearts?" Niko snickers. "More like all the women that still want his dick." Then he leans in close, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "Good thing it's only ours to share now." A thrill shoots through me.
Alyssa I follow King to his black and blue Harley, already regretting my eagerness. I just wanted the pleasure he offered me, not the ride on his roaring death trap. Damn King and his filthy promises. "Can't you just eat me out and fuck me right here?" I ask, my voice betraying a hint of nerves. "Maybe pretend we went on a ride?" He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slowly. "No can do, kitten. Even if no one else knows, I'll know my ol' lady didn't ride with me on the night of our ceremony." He gives me a wicked smile. "Besides, I hear breaking tradition's bad luck. Don't need any more of that following us around." He pulls a green helmet over my head—my favorite color. My chest tightens, and I can't help the warmth spreading through me. It's like he's just begging me to fall deeper and deeper in love with him tonight, and there's nothing stopping me from doing it. "I didn't know you liked green," I venture, wanting to confirm what I already suspect. He chuckles,
Alyssa I wake up at 5 a.m., my nerves already prickling with anticipation. Marina will be here soon, and even though I'm not entirely sure what this meeting will entail, I know I need to look presentable. The weight of what's ahead presses down on me, making the early hour feel even heavier. The warm water steams over me as I lather soap on my washcloth, trying to clear my mind. What questions will Marina ask? How much does she already know? Gray must have filled her in on some of the mess that is my marriage, but will she look at me differently once she knows everything? Will she see me as just another broken, naive woman who made bad decisions, or will she understand the depths of Isaac's cruelty? The thought twists my stomach in knots. When I met her yesterday, her piercing gaze made me feel both small and seen at the same time. She exudes confidence and control—the kind of person who could break someone with just a word. But will she really be able to stop Isaac's plan
Alyssa After a few hours of sleep, I wake up to find Niko and Mason's bodies pressed against me, but King is nowhere to be found. For a moment, I wonder if he had a job or something, but I'm sure he would've woken me up to tell me before he left. I slip out of bed and check on Zuri, my feet light on the floor as I move through the quiet house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I head downstairs. The low glow of the lamp in the living room casts long shadows. That's when I see him—King. His tall, solid silhouette sits in his chair, a drink in hand. By the tension in his posture, I can tell that something's wrong. Wrapping my silk black robe tighter around me, I cross the room silently and sink into his lap. My arms slip around his neck, and I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He hums softly, the low, gravelly rumble of his voice breaking the silence. "What are you doing awake, kitten?" I let my fingers trace the curve of his jaw, th
King I gaze at Alyssa's ass in awe. It's bright red, covered in tiny welts and marks from the flogger, but neither Niko nor I broke the skin. Good. She should heal fast. With fifteen strokes to go, I've decided these final ones will break her—not physically, but emotionally. She needs it. Not just because of the shit she pulled today, but because I can see it in her eyes, in the way she's holding herself together too tightly. She's ready to shatter, and she's trusting us to help her do it. Bent over Mason's lap with the side of her face pressed to the couch, she waits patiently for the sting of the flogger to come. She breathes in shallow gasps, her body arching just enough to beckon the next strike, a silent plea written in the curve of her spine. I drop the flogger on the coffee table and trail my hand from the nape of her neck all the way down to her reddened ass. Her entire body shivers, and my chest constricts. In moments like this, I feel most in control—of myself and t
Alyssa I can't believe this. I'm draped over Mason's lap, my ass bared and stinging as King flogs me, while Niko brushes his fingers lightly up and down my back. I've never been this scared and aroused with them before. Maybe because I never expected them to actually spank me. Even with my safe word perched on the tip of my tongue, ready to end this all, I don't stop them. Instead, I count each strike of the flogger, gripping onto the steady rhythm to keep myself grounded. King moves with deliberate control, his strokes confident and precise, alternating between my cheeks. Each hit is delivered with escalating intensity, forcing me to toe the delicious line between pain and pleasure. The next strike shatters through me, a bolt of heat that sizzles across my skin and settles like molten lava between my legs. I can tell my body doesn't know whether to resist it or chase this sensation. "Twelve," I whimper, my legs shaking and sweat slicking my skin. "I'm about to come, Da
Mason Alyssa gazes at me, her eyes wide and trusting. The sight hits me hard, a wave of protectiveness washing over me. If today had gone differently, she wouldn't be here right now. She'd be dead. Beaten to death by her husband. I was so upset I couldn't even speak to her when King and Niko told me she was going to leave with Isaac. Then, after Gray got arrested, she ran off without telling any of us. I know King's chastising himself, thinking that if he had been more in control of his own emotions, if Niko and he had been out to stop her, they could've prevented this. But the truth is, there was no way in hell any of us would've kept our cool around that asshole without getting arrested ourselves. Even Gray couldn't keep it together. But it's not like I can say I'm not glad he defended Alyssa—for fucking once since she's been back. It was a long time coming. In King's office, we discussed how we should punish her. King was adamant that he wanted to make sure we don't ca
Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air. "Fuck," he hisses under his breath. His hands knead my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples. The sensation makes my breath hitch, and I bite my lip to stifle a needy moan. This is a punishment—I'm not supposed to show that I like it. Still, the thought crosses my mind that maybe he'll push further, just to test me. His sea-blue eyes glimmer with wicked amusement as they rake over my body. Without hesitation, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and panties, removing them with another precise slice of the blade. Fully naked and on my knees, the tension in the room shifts dramatically. I can feel their gaze burning
Alyssa The rumble of engines fades, leaving behind an almost deafening silence. The second everyone else is gone, Niko steps forward and pulls me into his arms. His grip is tight, almost crushing, as though he's afraid I might slip away. "What the fuck were you thinking, sweet girl?" His voice cracks, low and raw with emotion. His fingers tremble as they comb through my hair. "He would've killed you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, as if he's trying to anchor himself, though his next words are steel-sharp. "I swear, If I ever call you and you don't answer again, I'll spank your ass raw. Right in front of your brother." Before I can answer, King's deep hum slices through the air. "Maybe I should've done that. Is that what you wanted, kitten? For me to humiliate you in front of your brother?" His large hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, snapping my head back. His eyes are amber flames that burn me from the inside out. "Answer me." "No, Daddy," I whisper, my voice t
Alyssa King's boots thud heavily against the asphalt as he stalks towards me, his expression carved from stone. The tension in the air is palpable, coiling tighter with each step he takes. Niko follows closely behind, his face a shade darker but no less intimidating. My breath catches in my chest, and my fingers fidget at my sides as I brace for their wrath. They're both lions stalking a prey that's cornered. Me. A paralyzed little gazelle. I try to gather bravado, but my legs tremble, threatening to give out. King's silence as he closes the distance is somehow worse than words. Beside him, Niko's mouth twists into a cruel smile. "Alyssa." His gravelly voice sends a warning that's impossible to ignore. I plaster on the sweetest, most innocent smile I can muster. "Nikolai." His pupils dilate at the sound of his full name. Point one for me. Maybe I can seduce my way out of this. "Does your phone not work?" he asks, his voice sharp, his eyes daring me to lie. "I bel
Alyssa I can't believe I'm doing this. I took the car after Gray was arrested, not bothering to tell the guys. Now Logan's in the passenger seat, and Christine's sitting quietly behind him. I've pulled the seat in close, gripping the wheel tight as I weave through traffic like a woman possessed. I know I shouldn't have taken off the way I did, but something inside me needed to feel in control again. Especially after the day I've had. I haven't driven since the day I escaped Isaac, and...it just feels good. Besides, I shouldn't feel guilty anyway. I'm a grown-ass woman, and technically, King bought this car for me, so really, I'm not doing anything wrong, right? But even as I tell myself that, the guilt gnaws at me. I know the guys are going to be furious with me anyway. I'm in serious trouble, and the thought fills me with a mix of apprehension and a strange thrill. I still can't believe Gray punched Isaac in the face, and I'm pretty sure he broke his nose. There was blood ev