All Chapters of No Strings Attached: My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Emily’s POVThe moment my phone rang, my heart skipped a beat. The house was too quiet, and the unease in my chest grew with every passing second as I fumbled to answer the call. My voice trembled as I spoke. “Lila?”“Hey, Emily,” she answered brightly, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside me.“How are the babies?” I asked, skipping pleasantries. My twins had just turned a year old, and any mention of them tugged at every maternal nerve in my body.“They’re fine,” she said casually. “They went to bed a while ago. The nanny took them back to their rooms since.”I closed my eyes, my stomach twisting. Something didn’t feel right. “Lila, can you go check on them for me? Right now?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but the urgency was impossible to mask.There was a long pause on the other end. “Emily, seriously? They’re asleep—”“Just check, Lila!” My voice broke, and I blinked back the tears threatening to spill.“Okay, okay,” she muttered, clearly confused but willing to compl

Emily's POVThe tension in the air was palpable. I could feel it crawling beneath my skin as I stood frozen in the foyer, staring at the stormy faces of Alpha Ronan and Caden. The sound of their footsteps echoed down the hallway, heavy with anger, and my pulse quickened in response.Lila stood at the center of it all, her eyes burning red, a reflection of the fury that seemed to pulse from her like an electric charge. I had seen her angry before, but this? This was different. The wolf within her was practically vibrating, her aura fierce and untamable, and I felt the pressure of it suffocating me."Where is he?" Lila’s voice cut through the air like a blade, her words laced with an edge so sharp I could almost feel the weight of them pressing against my chest.Caden, standing just behind her, was no better. His usually composed demeanor had shattered, and in its place was a feral intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He didn’t even try to hide it. The tension between him and Lila

Emily’s POVI sat on the cold bathroom floor, my head resting against the sink as I tried to catch my breath. My stomach churned, and my whole body felt like it was spinning out of control. The feeling was all too familiar. The nausea, the dizziness, the waves of exhaustion—it was overwhelming. I could hear Lila’s voice faintly through the bathroom door, and then her footsteps, growing closer.When she entered the room, her face was taut with concern, her brow furrowed as she knelt in front of me. I could feel her gaze on me before she even spoke, her presence steady and familiar, like a pillar I could lean on.“Emily,” Lila said, her voice soft yet demanding. “Let me check your pulse.”I groaned, brushing my hair from my face, trying to push myself up but failing to find the strength to do so. “Lila, stop asking me weird questions. I’m fine,” I muttered, my words slurred as my mind struggled to focus.But she was insistent. She always was. She took my wrist gently in her hands, her f

Ethan’s POVThe forest was eerily quiet, the air thick with tension. My pulse pounded in my ears as I led the way through the thick trees. Every step felt heavier than the last, each footfall a reminder of what we were about to face. The twins were close. Too close. I could almost taste the fear in the air, the bitter tang of it sinking into my chest.The plan had been simple: get in, get them out, and deal with whatever came next. But there was no plan for what was about to happen. The forest was quiet now, too quiet, like the calm before a storm, and I could feel it deep in my bones.As we moved deeper, I could sense them—Reuben and his men—waiting. Their presence, looming in the shadows, thickened the air. The anger was palpable, like a storm cloud ready to burst. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew one thing for sure: we were walking into a confrontation that could change everything.When we finally reached the clearing, there they were. Reuben stood at the edge of the trees,

Emily’s POVThe morning was crisp, the air just chilly enough to make me wish I had a scarf but not so cold that it drove me inside. I had grabbed my camera before heading out, planning on capturing the beauty of the city and the world around me for my blog. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but I loved it—those quiet moments, the things most people overlooked, caught forever through the lens of my camera. I had started blogging as a way to reclaim some of my life after everything that had happened with Reuben, and over the past two months, it had been an escape. But now, it felt like something more—a way to share what I had found in the quiet spaces between moments, my own healing journey.I’d never been much of a morning person, but I had to admit, there was something beautiful about the way the world woke up. The soft golden hue of the rising sun filtering through the trees, the chirping of the birds, and the occasional rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze blew through the streets.