After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 187

I blinked, confused by the sudden shift. "He’s your brother!"

"Doesn’t matter," he murmured, capturing my lips in another kiss before I could protest further.

His touch grew more insistent, his hands exploring with deliberate purpose. Despite his usually composed exterior, Lirian had a mischievous streak that he seemed to reserve just for moments like this.

He had habits I’d come to know well—his tendency to nip at my skin, teasing me to watch my reactions, and the way he pushed me to my limits just to hear me beg for mercy. He had certain other naughty habits that never came obvious when he wore those fancy clothes.. They only became obvious when he would come in close contact with me..

For example, he likes to bite me, deliberately watching my reaction; and he likes to deliberately hurt me, forcing me to beg for mercy. Obviously, when he is dressed, he looks gentle and soft, and I don't know where he learned these bad habits from.

For the rest of the night, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of us, lost in our little corner of the universe. We barely left the hotel room for days, content to stay wrapped in each other’s presence, savoring the quiet intimacy that came with finally being alone together.

Back at the pack, I immersed myself in work, letting the rhythm of my career wash away lingering shadows of the past. The once timid and hesitant version of me was long gone, replaced by someone sharper, stronger, and more resilient.

One evening, after a celebratory dinner with colleagues, I stepped out of the hotel feeling light-headed from a few glasses of wine. The cool night breeze brushed against my skin, a sharp contrast to the warm chatter and laughter I had left inside.

As I adjusted my coat, a commotion across the street caught my attention. There, under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, stood Ryan. His tall frame loomed over Linda, his hands gripping her shoulders as he shook her in frustration. His voice was low but sharp, cutting through the quiet street.

Linda looked small and defeated, her head bowed, and her arms wrapped around herself. When she flinched as Ryan raised his hand, a pang of recognition struck me.

For a moment, I was no longer standing on that street but was instead hurled into memories of my past life. His furious hands. His cold words. The bruises he left, not just on my skin but on my spirit. He used to hit me like this, under the guise of “teaching me lessons.”

But I wasn’t that woman anymore. I had clawed my way out of that darkness, rebuilt myself into someone unshakable. Yet, seeing Linda in that vulnerable state made me wince. Her pain was hers, but it was also a shadow of my own.

Linda, shaking visibly, pulled away from Ryan and flagged down a cab. Without another word, she climbed in and disappeared into the night, leaving Ryan standing there, his expression a mix of anger and frustration.

Then his eyes found me.