All Chapters of Caught by the Alphas: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Luka povAlthough Lazarus does his best to hold me back, he knows better than to stand in his brother's way. From an early age, we followed one agreement- we don't stand in each other's way or ruin plans that either of us might have. My ideas may be rash, my actions based on pure emotion, but that doesn't mean I'll stop. Call me selfish, I don't give a shit, but once I understood that I want that woman all to myself, I won't stop at anything to achieve my goal. Even if it leaves me alone, strains my relationship with my brothers and leaves me with nothing in my name. I tighten my grip on Sarah's brother's upper arm and drag the guy down the hall, eager to show her what her new lover is doing behind her back. Once we get to the kitchen, Sarah will see my brother's true face and understand that she doesn't need him. In time, she'll change her mind about Lazarus, and then we can be together. "Luka, stop; it; you're acting like an idiot. It's just jealousy, and it fucking happens, bu

WARNING:Before reading, please bear in mind that this chapter is darker, meant for R18 audiences and contains triggering themes/actions/mentions.Although I tried to keep it as 'light' as possible, the [TW] next to the chapter title should be taken seriously, content ISN'T meant for minors or those of faint heart.Sarah povWhen Lenox announced that he would carry me to the bedroom, all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. But none of them even came close to the thought of him carrying me into the guest bedroom and starting a shower for me. He said he had something special planned for me, but first, I had to get ready for him, whatever that meant, and apparently, the only way to do that was to relax under a stream of hot water.Yet, I didn't think I'd be left alone in the shower. Instead of offering to keep me company or tell a few of his jokes, Lenox made sure I had everything I needed and left. Quite frankly, after the things he did in the kitchen, I don't have the strength to

Lenox pov "I-" Sarah looks away and gulps. "I can't do anything with the blood; I'm sorry. I- I mean, watching you do what you did was a lot, okay? And I know you're used to, well, being you, but I'm not. It's not every day I watch people get killed or someone paints the floor and walls with blood. In fact, this was the first time I had witnessed something like this. Also, it's so easy for you to go from killing to sex mood, but I'm still trying to grasp it. So, I don't think it's the best idea to ask me to have sex with you in a pool of someone's blood. Especially when this person's lifeless body is in the same room, it's weird, you know?" Did I go too far? Maybe. Could I handle the situation without using violence? Absolutely. Did I want to avoid spilling blood? Not exactly. Alright, alright, did I want to avoid it? Hell, no. Am I going to work on myself every day to become a better person? Also no. Well, what's done is done, and there's nothing that can be done about it.

Lazarus pov I close the door behind me, lock it and press my back against the cold wood. There's no way I could explain how the fuck I could remain that calm. Just now, Lenox and Sarah passed me while she was wearing nothing but that damn towel. It took everything in me to smile and hold back from pouncing at her right there, in the hall. The way my brother held her so damn close only proved that I'm jealous as hell. I may claim that her relationship with my brothers doesn't bother me, but damn it, it does. It's only a matter of time before I snap, especially knowing where they're heading. That damn playroom. Why did I allow Lenox to turn one of my guest bedrooms into a playroom? Why? It seemed like a good idea at the time since he often hooked up with women from my district or Luka's so as not to complicate relationships with the people he leads. But today, that decision seems like the worst mistake I have ever made. I try the breathing exercises our mother taught us when we

Seth pov "You did what?" My voice trembles as I take a step back. I wish I could scream and shout, raise my hand at this little shit, or do anything close to that, but I can't. My own son... How could he? I know anyone can say something hurtful, especially if they are guided by emotion, but to say something like that to his brother. All this, even though Luka knows the nightmare we had to go through to keep Lenox with us. And all this, even though Luka knows how much these words would shatter his brother. I've failed as a mother. I've failed my sons, and, most importantly, my family. How did I fail to notice the monster hiding within Luka? I put a hand over my mouth to stifle the sob that escapes me. Pregnancy hormones and confessions like this don't mix well. I look at my son and wonder where I went wrong with him. Growing up, Luka's always been a charming young man, and he didn't change over the years. He always thought about how others might feel and never failed to show co