All Chapters of She Belongs To The Alphas : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

They say it takes a second for your life to be turned upside down. But in Beth’s case, it took one night. When an attack pushes her into Malik’s arms, she learns one hard truth: everything was a half-truth. Her world doesn’t belong to her alone. Werewolves exist. Her cocky, arrogant boss, Waylen, and the charming gentleman, Malik, who have spent weeks and months trying to woo her, aren’t fully humans. They are two of Indiana’s most jealous and possessive Alphas, and they want her. If Beth’s short stay as Waylen’s assistant has taught her anything, it’s this: Waylen Parker doesn’t share, even if the Moon goddess commands it. But when the council elder demands his mate's head on a platter, will he be able to set aside his pride and work with his rival—the very man he hates to save their mate's life? What about Beth? With her feelings torn between these two Alphas, she has a tough decision to make. Stand with her men and watch the people she cares about die? Or, choose the safest o

MALIKThe silence lingered for too long. Elizabeth finally looked away when I made no move.“Elizabeth.”She returned to her coffee and took a sip. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.” She rubbed a hand over her neck and murmured, “I’ll just wait for Waylen. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing it.”A growl tore out of my throat. I twirled Elizabeth’s stool but didn’t get a chance to snap because she kissed me. She tasted of milk, sugar, and waffles. Her hands roamed my body, gently squeezing my cock through my shorts. I pushed her hand inside for actual contact, and she pumped me in fast, short strokes.Otis pushed for control. He had grown crazier since meeting her, feral, hornier. I broke the kiss and snatched her wrists, holding her hands behind her. She looked at me with questions heavy in her eyes. If she continued touching me, I would make good on

Lynn almost knocked me off my feet with her hug. She stepped back like she was the bigger sister to inspect my physical state. Her eyes were swollen, and the tip of her nose was red. Alarm bells went off in my head as I pulled her in for a tighter hug. “It’s not as bad as it looks. But I’m fine,” Lynn murmured into my chest. Waylen said it wasn’t that bad, but her face and reaction revealed otherwise. I broke the hug first, my smile jittery as I wiped the under of her eyes. I was her big sis, and big sisters didn’t cry in front of their baby sisters, but tears clung to my eyelashes. If anything happened to her or our mom… An arm snuck around my waist, stopping the thought in its track. The familiar scent of Malik’s cologne tickled my nostrils. The urge to turn around and hug him tight while he comforted me was intense. But Lynn was here. And as far as she knew, Waylen was my one and only boyfriend. “Who are you?”

WAYLEN I grabbed her wrists before her hands connected to my chest in a second punch. My lips captured hers in a bruising, demanding kiss.  “My emotions got the best of me, baby,” I admitted. Having an animalistic side meant behaving like a fucking fool sometimes. A moron. Beth’s eyes softened, but she didn’t return to touching me. I craved her touch, her essence. “Malik is delusional to think he can fuck you. Ignore him. I’m sure he has a guest room. You’ll stay there, Beth.”  “Ezra, I’m attracted to Malik. I can’t help it.” I shook my head. I didn’t want to hear any more of this nonsense, but she palmed my cheeks. It was impossible to resist her when she had me in this hold. Fuck the mate bond. “I know what you are, Ezra. I know why you love me so much. I know why your eyes change colors. I know why my body and heart react like it does to you, even when I’m pissed and want to hate you. I know why you’re so possessive and intent on protecting me an

MALIKBreakfast was almost ready when Elizabeth entered the kitchen. I struggled to keep calm as I recalled last night’s events. She was asleep when I snuck out of her room early this morning. I had to admit I could only sleep with her in the room. I flipped the pancakes, my body reacting to her presence.  Elizabeth was dressed. She wore a pencil dress and block heels, adding an inch or two to her height. Yet, her head only came up to my shoulder. I said nothing as she skipped to the sink for a glass of water. Since she was here, I dished the pancake into two plates and placed hers on the same spot we ate dinner. She hadn’t said a word to me yet, only stared out the window with the glass in her hand. I chose to break the quiet. “Good morning, Elizabeth.” Her eyes flitted in my direction for a second. “Sleep well?”  No response except for the loud sip from her cup. I massaged the back of my head and offered her a thin smile. This was not good.