All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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? Or w

Isaac "So let me get this straight...the pathetic little club your wife ran off to has videos of you fucking other men who have wives and families?" My father's voice is low and venomous, every word slicing through me like a blade. I grind my teeth, keeping my head bowed. Telling him has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it had to be done. This could ruin our family and the lives of every guy in those videos. I don't even know how the fuck Alyssa's brother got access to them, but he won't get away with blackmailing me. Even it means coming to my father for help. "Yes, Sir," I force out. "I thought you should hear it from me before it gets out." The silence stretches unbearably. My father rises from his chair, each deliberate movement making my stomach twist tighter. I brace myself, knowing what's coming. The first punch crashes into my gut, hard enough to make me see stars. I double over, choking on air, but I don't dare fight back. The second blow come

Mason Watching King work usually makes me a bit ill. The way he seems to find a rhythm in destruction, precision in pain—it's more than most people can stomach. But tonight, as I stand in the dim light of the garage, I see something else. It's not just brutality. It's art, if you can call it that. Every shallow slice he carves into Phillips' chest, every muffled scream and whimper, feels deliberate, like King's sketching a portrait of suffering. And as fucked-up as it may be, I can't look away. Gray leans against the wall, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "Fuck," he mutters, pinning me with a knowing look. "Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that." I clench my jaw beneath my mask, staying silent. Maybe a few months ago, I would've been afraid of a fate like this, but being with Alyssa has forged a bond between us that's stronger than ever. However, with the way Gray punched Isaac in the face and crushed Phillips' balls like it was nothing, I think it's bet

Alyssa Niko strips off his clothes, his eyes locking onto the mess coating my skin. He drops to his knees beside me, his tongue darting out to taste the other boys' essences. The first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue up my chest makes me shudder, but it's the guttural moan rumbling deep in his chest that really sets me on fire. "Fuck," he groans, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands grip my waist, guiding me onto my back as he laps at every trace of King and Mason like he just can't get enough. "You taste so fucking good like this," he mutters, his voice muffled as his tongue moves lower. "All of you—every inch of you—is mine to clean." The possessiveness in his tone makes my thighs clench, a soft mewl spilling from my lips. His tongue swirls around my nipple, his teeth grazing before his lips close over it with a hard suck that sends sparks shooting straight to my core. Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss is messy, his lips and tong

King Holy fuck. We're having twins. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared out of my mind about having two more kids. We all are. Who knew raising Zuri would lead me to wanting—and now having—multiple children. At the same damn time. My heart's pounding so hard it feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. The room feels heavier, the reality of two tiny humans growing inside Alyssa settling in. I tighten my grip on her hand as I sit beside her, grounding myself as much as her. I'll protect them with my life. Always. I glance at the photo on the wall, a framed picture of a guy I didn't notice earlier. Early thirties, black hair slicked back like he's trying too hard, and that cocky fucking smile. Underneath, it says Dr. Summers. Oh, fuck no. I glare at Niko, rage bubbling up. "You got a male doctor?" Everyone's eyes shift to the photo, the tension in the room instantly rising. Niko frowns. "I swear, I didn't know until now. He has a girly name, but he's also g