Knotted By The Devilish Alpha Brothers

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: what did she do to you?

Skye leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a sly smile tugging at her mouth. Her green eyes glinted with amusement.

"You’re lucky, though. Dean still hasn’t told anyone what you did to him. Not even his brothers. Whatever happened in that room either pissed him off beyond words... or it was something so completely new that his brain just blue-screened and refused to process it." She tilted her head, studying Amelia with obvious curiosity. "So? Did you at least feel his abs or something? Did you ravish him?"

Amelia shot her a flat look. "What part of ’I can’t remember’ did you not understand?"

"Who wouldn’t want to remember touching a man that sexy?" Skye replied without missing a beat, her grin widening. "That’s like winning the lottery and then forgetting where you put the ticket. Criminal, honestly."

Amelia slung her bag over her shoulder and walked past her toward the corridor. Skye fell into step beside her, still talking, her voice carrying that same teasing edge.

"Don’t waste a second when you’re done with school today. The ceremony is only a few days away now. You’re going to have to get a lot more intimate with the three of them, and a lot faster."

Amelia let out a short, humorless laugh. "You make it sound like I’m signing up for a free spa package. ’Congratulations, you’ve won three nights of forced bonding with emotionally unavailable death machines. Enjoy your complimentary trauma!’"

Skye grinned, the expression pure mischief. "Oh, come on. Think of it as extreme cardio with benefits. By the end of the night you’ll either be walking funny or walking into a new tax bracket. Win-win."

They reached the waiting car. Skye stopped at the door and gave Amelia one last pointed look, her voice dropping to something more serious. "I’m serious. Don’t delay it."

Amelia climbed into the back seat without answering. As the door shut and the vehicle pulled away from the estate, she stared out the window. Everything around her felt strangely split—familiar and foreign at the same time, as if her own life was happening both to her and at a distance.

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In the office, the atmosphere was heavy . Enzo stood behind the desk, arms crossed, grey eyes fixed on his youngest brother.

"Why can’t you just tell us exactly what happened in that room?"

Dean leaned against the wall, his silver-black hair falling loosely around his face. "I’ve already told you what I want you to know. The rest isn’t your business."

Reid let out a low whistle and dropped into a chair, spinning it halfway around to face them. His lips curved into a sly grin. "Oh, he’s definitely possessed too. Look at him. Our dear Dean—who once threw a man out a third-floor window for stepping into his room uninvited—let a sleepwalking wolfless girl pin him down and walk out alive." He spread his hands. "I was fully expecting a body bag this morning. Hell, I had the cleaning staff on standby. And now he’s keeping her alive? Possession is the only logical explanation. Or maybe she sucked his soul out through his—"

"Reid." Enzo’s voice cut him off.

Dean’s jaw tightened. The irritation sat sharp under his skin, prickling and hot. He wasn’t possessed. He was simply facing a fact he had never imagined possible: someone had overpowered him without breaking a sweat. A whole him. And it hadn’t been some elite warrior or rival alpha.

It had been the wolfless runt.

She actually pinned me. And I couldn’t move.

He could still feel the precise points where her fingers had struck, the unnatural weight of her hands on his chest, the way his body had refused every command. And that warning...

The threat itself was almost childish. A butt-shaped mole. If anyone else heard it, they would laugh. But to him, it was different. It was private. It was a detail he had kept hidden from everyone, including his own brothers. And she had spoken about it as if she had known him for years.

I have never met before this entire mess. Yet she had known my weak points.

Spoken to him with a strange, intimate familiarity. Dean stared at the far wall, forcing the conclusion he wanted to believe.

She was possessed.

That was the only explanation he was willing to accept—even if, deep down, something told him it wasn’t the truth.

Enzo watched his youngest brother in silence. Something about the whole situation sat wrong with him as well—a splinter under his skin that he couldn’t quite locate.

Dean wasn’t possessed. Enzo knew his brother better than almost anyone. Dean had his own secrets, his own rigid boundaries, and a deep, instinctive hatred for the woman currently living under their roof. So how had he spared her life? How was he refusing to speak about what she had done to him in that room?

Ever since Amelia entered our lives, strange things had begun to pile up.

They had heard about the incident at her college—the sudden darkness, the purple tornadoes, the red clouds that knocked people unconscious.

It was almost the same phenomenon that had occurred in the Blacksmith Territory on the day of Dylan’s wedding, only stronger, more violent.

And before that, there was the night the three of them had been trapped under an enchanted spell, completely unable to control their own bodies... until a single scent cut through the spell and led them straight to her.

Was there a connection? Or was it all just coincidence?

Enzo’s instincts rejected the second option. Something was amiss. Something larger was moving beneath the surface, and they would find out what it was. Their carefully ordered lives were becoming stranger by the day—strange in a way that was almost interesting.

Even the moment he had touched her on the dining table lingered in his mind in a way he didn’t like. It had felt... familiar. As if his hands already knew the shape of her body.

The thought was absurd. He had slept with plenty of women over the years, but only ever to satisfy a physical urge. With Amelia, the feeling had been different. Deeper. Almost like he wanted to—

Worship her.

That was the closest word he could find for whatever had stirred inside him that day. And he hated that he couldn’t explain it

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