All Chapters of Bullied By The Ruthless Alpha Devils: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHARLOTTESean’s dad… turned out to be a hard ass.We couldn’t go to the beach house. Not yet at least.Apparently, the enforcer had meetings… in a beach house? I had no idea why. So he told an infuriated Sean that he couldn’t have his weekend getaway till much later than we planned.That was a week ago.And in those days that have passed, I hadn’t felt more choked.By one person in particular.Mads and I spread food out in front of us as we watched TV in the living room. But my gaze shifted to the left, as a certain presence walked by the foyer. His eyes were hard, tense and haunting as they had been in the last few days.Caeson’s been stalking me.That’s honestly what it felt like.I tried to avoid looking at him, maybe if ignored him, he’d go away… at least, that was what I told myself.I noticed that he started lingering around me a few days ago. I bumped into him in the kitchen after breakfast, in the patio just when I happened to get there and even in the hallway. While the first

CHARLOTTE I was sixteen again. The cover of the threadbare comforter barely kept out the cold as I held the blanket up to my neck. I was shivering. But it wasn’t because of the weather. It wasn’t the chill in the air that rattled me to my bones. It was the sound of his footsteps. Tap. Tap. Tap. They were sluggish, drawn out, and loud. My father was drunk, making his way towards me like he’d been doing almost every night since the day mom died. I held my breath, keeping my eyes pressed shut as I heard him climb up the stairs. I counted the seconds in my head, praying to the goddess that he would pass by Da’ana’s room the same way he always did. Come to me, I thought. Come to me, so you can never go to hurt her. I would take all of the abuse. All the unwanted caresses and disgusting touches. I would take it all, without a blink of an eye. As long as it meant Da’ana would never have to live through it even once. Tap. Tap. Tap. His footsteps came closer as he passed by her ro

CHARLOTTE The ranch was a couple of hours away, so we had to leave a lot earlier than I expected. There was a buzz in the air as the triplets and their friends settled into the cars they’d be riding to the ranch. I avoided everyone as best as I could and navigated through the crowd in search of Madeline, only to pause when I caught sight of her and Sean leaning against Sean’s car, kissing. I smiled a little and shook my head at their excessive PDA, but Ethaniel didn’t seem to be as amused as I was and let out a dramatic groan. I heard him mutter something about being stuck with them before he slipped into the backseat of Sean’s car as noisily as possible. I stretched and looked away from the two of them, eager to head out and begin what was planned to be an interesting weekend. The plan was to celebrate the triplets’ 21st birthday at the ranch that night, and the morning after, Sean, Madeline, and I would head to the beach resort Sean had managed to secure for us. We were only spe

CHARLOTTE My mind felt groggy. As the fog of sleep cleared, I blinked my eyes open slowly, squinting at the bright light seeping in through the open curtains. I was somewhere I didn’t recognize. My gaze drifted from the white ceiling slowly, taking in my surroundings. My body shifted over the white sheets of a massive bed, and my heart stopped as I pulled back the covers. A breath of relief escaped me once I saw that I was still fully clothed. Last night was a blur. I furrowed my brows and looked up, and then my heart stopped for another reason entirely. I wasn’t alone. And from the fact that he was walking around bare-chested, with bare feet, and with a certain ease about him—I knew this was his room. And I was alone in it. With him. Caeson moved to a dresser on the other side of the room, his back to me. I watched him carefully, trying to figure out how I could make it to the door before he even realized I was awake. He pulled out a paper plate and two small brown

CHARLOTTENot a word was exchanged between the three, but I could practically taste the displeasure hanging in the air.I didn’t know Macrieve, other than the incident at the restaurant, but going by that and the way everyone acted at the mere mention of his name, I’d say it wasn’t too much of a stretch to deem him the textbook definition of a douchebag.“This wasn’t our agreement, Anton,” Sean said. He worked his jaw, clearly trying to keep himself from saying anything more.Anton lifted his hands in the air, seemingly unshaken by the annoyed stares he was getting. He began to walk further into the kitchen, completely disregarding the annoyed sound that came out of Madeline at that point.“Anton,” Sean gritted out, glaring daggers at his back.“I know, I know,” Anton said, pausing briefly to examine the kitchen. “My lawyer handled the issue pretty swiftly, and now I have time to kill.” He turned to look at Sean with a dry grin. “I’ll be out of your hair before the weekend is even ove