All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Grayson "Babe, who was that?" Christine asks, propping herself up on her elbow. The cream sheet clings to her curves, but her tone is flat—disappointed. Again. "Club business," I answer, my voice clipped. She nods, laying back down and turning away from me, her shoulders stiff. I know I've let her down. I could get my dick up this time, but I just couldn't finish the way she needed me to. It's not her fault. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, and I couldn't ask for a better wife. The problem's me. Lately, I've felt like I'm drowning. Trying to make the club legitimate, trying to protect Alyssa, trying to give Christine the family she deserves—it's all too fucking much. Since I was twelve years old, I've been under pressure. Being groomed to take over the club. Taking care of Mom when she got sick. Raising Alyssa after I killed our father. That kind of weight on my shoulders has never gone away; I just pretended I was strong enough to carr

King When we get home from the job, Mr. Rivera's pathetic pleas are still ringing in my ears, but we washed his blood off at the clubhouse. Mason heads straight to his room with a muttered "Goodnight," leaving me in the hallway, torn. Part of me wants him back in our bed. He's been keeping his distance lately at night, and while I don't push, I notice. Alyssa might need him tonight. If she does, I'll have to drag his ass back, whether he likes it or not. In my room, Alyssa and Niko are already asleep, a pile of naked, tangled limbs. The sight tugs at something deep in my chest. Niko's arm is draped protectively over her belly, her fingers loosely gripping his wrist. Damn, seems like they had a party while we were gone. But that's okay—Mason and I had our own version of fun tonight. Mr. Rivera went home with one less finger and a concussion. I'd lost my shit a little during Gray's call, especially when he told me Alyssa's prepared to die if it comes to that. I keep trying to

King Alyssa's body trembles beneath me as I press into her, inch by inch, savoring the warmth that wraps around me like home. She's sore—I can feel it. Niko and Mason fucked the hell out of her. But she takes me anyway, her nails digging into my back, her moans threading through the air like a melody meant only for my ears. I bury my nose in her throat, drinking in her scent—sweet and intoxicating as always, even laced with sweat and cum clinging to her skin. Her body doesn't just accept me; it molds to me, holding on like I'm all she needs. But I can also feel my brothers inside her still, the slickness of their combined seed, hot and thick, clinging to her walls. Fuck. The sensation damn near makes me come on the spot. "They filled you up so good, didn't they, kitten?" My voice is a low, rough growl that comes from somewhere deep inside me. It isn't even about pleasure right now—it's about making sure she feels every fucking word I can't get out. I watched the way sh

Alyssa "Oh my gosh, there you are, Alyssa!" Ashley squeals, throwing her arms around me before Chelsea follows suit, squeezing me just as tightly. As soon as I stepped out of the car, they were already waiting for me in front of the clubhouse, surrounded by the bikers quickly filling the parking lot for today's event. Seeing my friends again feels so damn good, even if this isn't just a reunion. It's a plan, a strategy. If things go south today with Isaac, they'll be the ones running with my daughter to safety. "Who is he?" Chelsea's question snaps me out of my thoughts, her gaze flickering over my shoulder. I don't need to turn around to know who she's talking about. War's presence looms, sharp and unsettling, like a thorn embedded in my side. He's been babysitting me since Gray called the guys inside, and while I still don't understand why he's here, I'm relieved he rode his own bike. If I had to ride in the car with him, I would've lost my shit. I'd rather have Loga

Alyssa The sight of Isaac sends an icy chill racing through me, like shards of glass piercing my skin. It feels like I can't fucking breathe, and I instinctively step closer to King, clutching his jacket like it's the only thing keeping me upright. His body stiffens in response, a dark energy rising within him as he positions himself in front of me, shielding me from my husband's view. Niko and War shift, their bodies taut with the same protective force radiating off King. After sending Christine inside with two of his men, Gray's voice cuts cold as steel as he addresses the police, "What can we help you with, officers?" A grizzled, older man with a stoic face steps forward, his hand resting on the holster of his gun. His eyes flicker nervously between us. "Mr. Carter requested a civil escort to speak with his wife." Wife. The word twists in my gut, making me want to vomit again. I shake my head, forcing my voice to steady. "I'm not his wife anymore." "Wrong. We're still