MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS Chapter 131: BREAK

ROWAN

Amaris underneath with her legs wrapped around my waist and my cock buried deep inside her tight, dripping pussy.

That’s what I kept seeing over and over in my head.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, hard as fuck just thinking about it.

The way she felt so fucking tight and wet wrapped around , how she tasted when I put my mouth on her and licked her until she ca, how she moaned my na when she squirted all over my face.

I craved for her again right fucking now, to go to her room and fuck her until she scread my na so loud the whole pack house heard, but without Ryker this ti, just alone with her.

I pald my cock through my pants, already leaking just from the mory.

Her taste was still in my mouth and her scent still clung to my skin even after showering.

Lila’s face flashed in my mind.

My fiancée, waiting for at Ironcrest, the woman I was supposed to marry in a few weeks.

Fuck.

I sat up and ran my hands through my hair, pulled hard enough to hurt.

Last night was adultery plain and simple, it didn’t matter that we weren’t married yet because I was engaged and committed and promised to her family.

And I’d fucked another woman with my brother.

I tried telling myself it was just sex, the full moon making us all crazy, helping Amaris with her first shift like we’d planned.

Complete bullshit.

Lila was perfect and beautiful and well-connected to powerful families, everything father expected to want in a Luna and everything I was supposed to want.

But all I thought about was how good it felt inside Amaris.

What the fuck was wrong with ?

I heard a loud knock coming from the door and I already knew who it was before answering.

Ryker walked in without waiting for permission and slamd the door behind him.

He looked different, angrier than his usual baseline rage, almost unhinged masking his usual rhetoric.

I stood up. "What happened?"

"Freya is alive and father knows." He started pacing fast and agitated across my room.

My brain stopped working for a second, just completely blank as I tried to process the words that just ca out of his mouth.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I overheard him just now talking to Beta Marco, they were in the hallway outside father’s study." Ryker paced faster.

I sat down, bouncing back to my bed. "What exactly did you hear?"

"Father told Marco to find so cabin, he needs Marco to go get Freya and bring her back here, but no one can know she’s alive." Ryker stopped pacing and looked at with wild dark eyes.

"Wait, so father just found out during the full moon and not before?" I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees.

"Has to be because rember last week when he asked if I thought she was alive, he seed genuinely surprised like the idea hadn’t occurred to him." Ryker started pacing again.

"Yeah, that’s true because he was spectaculating about it when Victor showed up." I nodded slowly while processing.

"I agree, but here’s the really fucked up part." Ryker stopped and rubbed his face with both hands. "He’s rushing to mate Amaris this weekend in two days before Freya shows up."

My stomach dropped hard. "He’s mating Amaris in two days?"

"Yes, Saturday."

I stood up and started pacing myself now. "Why would he rush to mate Amaris if he just found out his fated mate is alive, that doesn’t make any sense."

"I know, that’s what I can’t figure out." Ryker leaned against the wall.

"Maybe he wants to avoid Freya entirely and if he’s already mated to soone else, maybe he thinks she’ll just leave?" I suggested while pacing faster.

"Maybe, but there has to be more to it." Ryker didn’t sound convinced. "Why not just have Freya since she is his fated mate?"

"Unless there’s sothing we don’t know." I stopped pacing and looked at him.

We stood there both thinking and both confused in the silence because everything was just happening at once and it was really plunging a hole in my sanity.

Another knock ca from the door and we both glanced as it creaked open.

Beta Marco walked in without waiting. "We have a problem."

I turned to face him. While masking my confusion with a neutral gaze. "What?"

"Jason won’t talk and won’t give us anything about Victor’s plans, we need information because he’s planning sothing and we’re blind." Marco looked frustrated and angry unlike his usual stoic deanor.

Ryker and I exchanged a knowing gaze.

"We’ll handle it." I walked toward the door.

Marco hesitated. "He’s already pretty beaten up from the initial questioning, not sure how much more he can take."

"We’ll make him talk." Ryker pushed past Marco into the hallway. "Leave it to us."

We headed down to the dungeon and neither of us spoke.

The stone stairs were cold under my bare feet because I’d forgotten shoes, each step echoed in the narrow stairwell as the temperature dropped with every level down and it slled like blood and piss and mold and wet stone while water dripped sowhere in the darkness.

The dungeon was old and ancient, probably older than the pack house itself.

Jason was chained to the wall in the center cell with his arms above his head and wrists raw and bleeding from the iron cuffs, bruises covered his entire face in shades of purple and black and yellow with green around the edges where they were older, cuts everywhere with so deep and blood dried and crusted on his skin and torn clothes.

But his eyes still looked defiant when we walked in, still had fight in them.

Ryker didn’t say anything, just walked up and punched him hard in the face so Jason’s head snapped back and hit the stone wall behind him.

"Where the fuck is your father?" Ryker grabbed Jason’s hair and pulled his head forward to make him look up.

Jason spat blood onto the floor between them. "Fuck you."

I stood back a few feet watching while my mind still spun on everything - Freya being alive, father lying about it or at least hiding it, rushing to mate Amaris who was the woman I’d just fucked last night and whose taste was still in my mouth.

But we needed information because Victor was a real threat to the pack and to Amaris specifically based on his targeting.

Ryker kept beating him aggressively, hitting his stomach and face and ribs over and over while each hit made a wet thud that echoed off the stone walls.

Jason just took it and grunted with each impact and coughed but didn’t talk and didn’t break.

"Stop, this isn’t working and he’s not going to break from just beating." I stepped forward after watching for several minutes.

Ryker stopped while breathing hard with blood covering his knuckles, so his and most Jason’s. "What do you suggest then?"

"Waterboarding." I said and he stared at with a smirk forming on his lips.

"I always love it when you go full blown evil brother, you make look like a saint." Ryker praised. "Well, let’s unleash hell on him."