💘( Healing the King! )✨

TWO 

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" I promise to treat you as good as my leather and...ride you as much as my Harley. "

~ OPIE WINSTON to LYLA DVORAK

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WARNING ⚠️  : Detailed sex scenes will appear in this chapter. 

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ALU'S MAID OF HONOUR DRESS

THE ROOM WAS A WHIRLWIND of energy, laughter, and last-minute touches as Alu helped Lyla into her wedding dress. Ima was adjusting the hem, while Chuckie, now proudly wearing his full patch and fancy new mechanical hands, purchased by Alu herself, meticulously applied Lyla's makeup with a concentration that could rival any professional artist.

"You know," Lyla teased, her eyes meeting Alu's in the mirror. "You and Elliot might be next."

Alu raised an eyebrow, half-laughing, "We're not there yet," she said lightly, though her tone lacked conviction.

Lyla smirked, her lips curling as Chuckie applied a soft pink gloss, "You've been dating for a year, Alu. A year. Elliot's almost forty. He's definitely there—or at least thinking about it. The question that followed was inevitable, "Have you thought about it? Do you want to marry him?"

Alu hesitated, her hands busying themselves with straightening the edge of the veil, "He's every girl's dream," she began carefully. "Sweet, attentive, loving. All the things that make the perfect boyfriend. And he's amazing with Moss. But—"

"But you're still in love with Jax," Ima interjected bluntly, earning a sharp scolding glare from Lyla.

"Ima!" Lyla hissed, her voice filled with exasperation.

Ima shrugged unapologetically, flopping herself down on the bed and leaning back against the headboard, "What? It's so obvious. Did you see them yesterday? Sparks flying everywhere." 

Alu groaned, dropping dramatically onto the bed, her head landing squarely in Ima's lap. 

Ima smirked, running her fingers gently through Alu's hair in soothing strokes, "Just saying what everyone's thinking, sweetheart."

Before Alu could protest, the door creaked open, and Half-Sack and Kimchee stepped in. Half-Sack looked curious, while Kimchee grinned mischievously, "What're we gossiping about in here?" Half-Sack asked.

"Jax," Ima answered without missing a beat.

"That's my cue to leave," Half-Sack said, already backing away. 

"Not mine," Kimchee said, plopping himself down on the bed next to Alu with zero hesitation. "Spill the tea." Then turned to Half-Sack, adding with a mock-serious expression, "But could you actually get me some tea, baby? I'm parched."

Half-Sack sighed but grinned as he leaned down to press a kiss to Kimchee's temple, "Of course, babe."

As the door closed behind him, the entire room collectively sighed with adoration, "You guys are so cute, I want to barf," Ima teased, though her tone was warm. 

Alu smiled, looking around the room at the faces of her friends—her support system over the last 14 months. They'd been there through the tears, the laughter, and every moment in between. And as she lay there, with Ima's hands still combing gently through her hair, she felt a bittersweet warmth settle over her. This, at least, was a kind of love she could count on.

One Year Earlier 

The elevator hummed as it ascended, and Alu stood with Half-Sack beside her, a bag of takeout in her hand. She had received a frantic SOS text from Kimchee, who had been stuck in meetings all day and couldn't escape for lunch. Naturally, she was going to save the day, bringing her best friend the food he so desperately needed. Half-Sack had insisted on accompanying her. 

She glanced sideways at him, "You know, you no longer need to be my baby sitter, right?" she teased, half-smiling. "I've got a gun on me at all times and Chibs has been keeping his ear to the ground and hasn't heard a peep about the bounty on my head. Besides, I can handle myself."

Half-Sack raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, "I know, I know. But I'm not taking any chances. Chibs and Gemma would string me up if anything happened to you."

Alu rolled her eyes before a thought struck her, her smirk widening as she turned to face him fully, "Or maybe you're here for someone else," she said, her voice dripping with playful suspicion. "Someone I know you've been crushing on for months now."

Half-Sack scoffed, shaking his head, "You're out of your mind, Alu. Don't be ridiculous." He shifted uncomfortably, but Alu saw the telltale blush creeping up his cheeks. 

She chuckled as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, revealing the reception area of the law firm Kimchee worked at. The receptionist, a young woman, was busy tapping at her computer. 

When Alu approached the desk, she smiled brightly, "Hey, we're here to see Kimchee," she said, setting the bag of food down on the counter. "I brought him his lunch since you people don't seem to believe in breaks." 

The receptionist barely glanced up, "Do you have an appointment?"

Alu leaned in slightly, her tone turning playful yet threatening, "Well, no. But I don't think I require one, seeing as I'm his best friend and we live together. And take it from me, you really don't want to see how he gets when he's hungry." 

The receptionist blinked, not sure if Alu was serious, the irritation clear in her voice, "First of all—" 

Before she could protest further, in walked Elliot, looking every bit the confident professional in a perfectly tailored suit. He caught sight of Alu first, a faint smile creeping onto his lips as he approached, "Kimchee's waiting. I'll take them over," he said smoothly, his voice rich with warmth.

Alu couldn't help but notice how effortlessly charming he was. She met his gaze with a raised eyebrow, instantly intrigued. There was something about him—something magnetic, "Thanks," she said, her voice light with a teasing edge. "I was starting to think I was going to have to devour this food myself, but I'm glad you saved me from the self hate that would follow." 

Elliot's eyes lingered on her for a beat too long, the chemistry between them undeniable, "You're welcome," he replied, his lips curving into a smile that made her stomach flutter slightly. "After all, can't let my team go hungry, right? I'm Elliot. You must be Alu. Kimchee's mentioned you."

The connection between them was instant, and Alu felt the pull. She couldn't explain it, but it was there, a spark she hadn't expected, "All good I hope." 

"He holds you in high regard. After you," Elliot said, gesturing for her to follow him into the conference room. 

As they walked through the door, Kimchee's face lit up when he saw Alu. His eyes widened when he saw the food, and before she could even say anything, he grabbed the bag, ripping it open, "Ah, I love you!" Kimchee said with a grin, immediately starting to dig into the food. "You're a lifesaver." 

Alu shook her head, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, "Don't thank me. It was Half-Sack's treat," she said, winking at him.

Half-Sack shot her a look, clearly embarrassed, but waved it off, "It was nothing," he muttered, but his eyes flicked to Kimchee, where an unspoken connection sparked between them. They shared a brief, meaningful glance that lasted a few seconds too long. 

Kimchee raised an eyebrow, sensing a pull toward the biker, but didn't say anything. He focused going back to his food, "Thanks, man." 

Half-Sack just nodded, avoiding any further eye contact with him. Although, the tension still lingered in the air for a moment. 

"Well, I'm glad I could be of assistance," Alu's voice broke through the silence. "But I'm not really hungry, and there is enough there for two, so...why don't you two have a...little lunch date." 

Kimchee chuckled between bites, shaking his head in amusement at his friend's sad attempt at setting them up, while Half-Sack went to protest, but it was too late, Alu was already out the door, pulling Elliot along with her. 

In the hall, Elliot glanced at Alu, the chemistry between them still crackling in the air, but neither said a word as they walked. 

Alu turned to him, and caught the faintest smirk on his lips. 

"Looks like you and Kimchee are close," he remarked casually.

Alu shrugged, grinning, "We've been through a lot together. He's like a brother to me."

Elliot's eyes softened, a playful gleam in them, "And what about you? Is there a guy in the picture?"

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile, "As of recently, no. Why, you interested?"

Elliot smiled, the corners of his mouth quirking up in an effortless way that made her heart skip a beat. He took a small step closer, his hands casually sliding into his pockets as he held her gaze with a warmth that felt like sunlight breaking through the clouds, "Interested?" he repeated softly, as if testing the word on his tongue. "Alu, interested doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm intrigued by you. Fascinated. And if you'll let me, I'd like to take you out and get to know the woman who's already managed to turn my entire day upside down—in the best possible way."

The sun cast a golden glow over the Wahewa Reservation, the perfect backdrop for a SAMCRO wedding. Guests gathered, laughing and chatting, their leather kuttes gleaming under the clear sky. Opie, dressed in a white button-up shirt and his kutte, stood near the entrance way, greeting guests with his usual quiet humility.

"Opie!" Freddie, SAMBEL's president, called out, striding over with his old lady, Tammy, by his side. The couple's two-year-old son toddled happily, chasing after Abel and Moss, who were laughing and tumbling in the grass nearby.

Freddie grinned, clapping Opie on the shoulder, "Congratulations, mate. About bloody time, eh?"

Tammy leaned in to kiss Opie's cheek, "She's a lucky woman, but we all know you're the lucky one."

Opie chuckled, shaking Freddie's hand, "Appreciate it, man. Glad you could make it."

The greetings continued as Marcus Alvarez approached, his presence commanding respect. He extended his hand to Opie, who shook it firmly.

"Felicitaciones, hermano," Alvarez said, nodding. Beside him, his 17-year-old daughter, Rosetta, offered a warm smile.

"Thanks, Marcus. Good to see you," Opie replied, his gaze briefly shifting to Rosetta. 

"You remember my daughter, Rosetta, don't you? She insisted on coming."

Rosetta gave a small wave, a smile lighting up her face, "Congratulations."

"Thank you, Rosetta," Opie said, his voice gentle. "Glad you could make it." 

As the crowd settled into their seats, the ceremony began. A hush fell as Alu stepped onto the aisle, her flowing gown catching the breeze. She held her head high, her hands clutching her bouquet, and her eyes locked onto Jax's at the altar. Standing beside Opie as his best man, Jax was captivated, his lips curling into a soft smile.

Alu returned the smile, warmth blooming in her chest. She could feel his gaze follow her every step, the moment heavy with unspoken emotion. Sitting in the audience, Elliot noticed the exchange. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, but he maintained his composed demeanour.

Behind Alu came Ima, strutting with her signature confidence, followed by Moss, the tiny ring bearer. The crowd cooed as Moss approached the altar, his little chest puffed with pride.

Finally, all eyes turned as Lyla appeared, arm-in-arm with Piney. The old man walked her down the aisle with a mixture of pride and sentimentality, the bikers breaking into cheers and applause.

Adela, standing at the altar, raised her hands for silence. The reverend carried an air of calm authority, "Brothers and sisters," she began, her voice rich and melodic. "We come together today under the all-seeing eye of nature to witness the blessed joining of Harry and Lyla. I'd like to share with you a blessing of the Apache. 'Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for you will always be warmth for each other.'"

As she spoke, Alu's eyes flicked to Jax's once more. The sadness between them was palpable, a silent ache that neither could deny. The moment lingered, before they both looked away, their hearts heavy with what could never be.

"Now you will feel no loneliness, for you will always be each other's companion," Adela continued. "Now you are two persons, with only one life before you. May beauty and peace surround you both in your journey ahead and through all the years to come."

At the altar, Opie leaned down to Moss, "You got the rings, buddy?"

Moss nodded eagerly, passing a ring to both Opie and Lyla, before jogging off to sit with Elliot, who greeted him with a warm smile and a ruffle of his hair.

Lyla held Opie's gaze as she began her vow, while slipping the ring on his finger, "With this ring, I vow my love. I promise to always be a faithful and loving wife...and old lady."

Opie took her hand, slipping the ring onto her finger, "With this ring, I vow my love. And I promise always to cherish and protect you."

Jax leaned forward, smirking, "What else?"

Opie rolled his eyes but obliged, "And treat you as good as my leather and..." The audience joined in with a loud cheer. "...Ride you as much as my Harley!" The crowd erupted in laughter, whooping and clapping.

Adela smiled, letting the moment settle before speaking once more, "By the power invested in me by the laws of the Wahewa and the State of California, I pronounce you man and wife. Now, you may kiss the bride."

Cheers and applause rang out as Opie pulled Lyla into a deep kiss, the celebration of love and brotherhood echoing across the reservation.  

***

The reception was alive with energy—music, laughter, and the hum of bikers and their families enjoying the night. Alu and Lyla sat together at a table near the bar, watching Moss and Piper chase each other around with little bursts of laughter as they played, 'tag, you're it'. Alu smiled, sipping her drink as Lyla leaned in to nudge her shoulder.

"You've got that look," Lyla teased, raising her glass. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just how happy you look," Alu said, her smile genuine. "You and Opie are perfect for each other, Ly." 

Lyla grinned, "He's an amazing guy." 

Their quiet moment was interrupted by the sound of stumbling footsteps. Tammy, glass in hand, swayed her way over to the table, her face flushed from too much alcohol. Lyla frowned, recognising her vaguely from a story Alu had told her months ago.

"Tammy?" Alu said cautiously, setting her drink down.

"You," Tammy slurred, pointing a shaky finger at Alu. "I've got a bone to pick with you." 

Lyla immediately bristled, her protective instincts kicking in, "Excuse me?" she said, stepping in front of Alu slightly. "What's your problem?"

"My problem," Tammy snapped, her voice cracking. "Is her." She jabbed a finger in Alu's direction. "Tabitha's gone because of her."

Alu's face tightened, but she remained seated, her voice calm, "Tammy, you're drunk. Let's not do this here."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Tammy barked, swaying unsteadily as she slammed her glass on the table. "You don't get to act all innocent. My sister's dead, and it's your fault!"

Lyla stepped fully between them, glaring at Tammy, "Alright, that's enough. You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Lyla knew the story, having heard it from Alu months ago when she was crying on the blonde's shoulder after her brother refused to see her when she showed up to the prison for a visit. 

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm talking about," Tammy sneered, trying to look past Lyla to Alu. "She was supposed to protect Tabitha. Instead, she let her die!" 

Alu's hands balled into fists under the table, her voice steady but strained, "I tried to protect her. I'd do anything to bring her back."

"Not enough," Tammy spat, tears brimming in her eyes. "You failed her, and you know it."

"That's enough!" Lyla snapped, her voice sharp and commanding. "Back off, Tammy. You don't get to come here, drunk out of your mind, and throw that it her face. She already hates herself enough for what happened without you adding to it." 

But Tammy wasn't done. With a sudden lunge, she tried to grab at Alu, who barely managed to push her chair back in time. The table wobbled, spilling drinks as Lyla grabbed Tammy's arm to pull her away.

The commotion caught Juice and Freddie's attention from across the room. They quickly rushed over, Juice grabbing Alu and pulling her back, while Freddie secured Tammy in his arms.

"Tammy, stop it!" Freddie barked, holding her as she struggled in his grip.

"She's a murderer!" Tammy screamed, thrashing against him.

Juice stepped between Alu and Tammy, his voice calm but firm, "Tammy, I get it. Okay? I was angry too. Hell, I hated her for a long time."

Tammy froze, her breathing ragged as she stared at him.

Juice continued, his voice steady. "Tabitha was my girlfriend. The love of my life. I lost her too. And when I found out the truth, I blamed Alu. For a long time. But you know what? It wasn't her fault. Oscar and his men wanted Tabitha dead. They killed her, not Alu. You think your sister would want this? You tearing her best friend down like this?"

Tammy's shoulders slumped, her body going limp in Freddie's arms as tears streamed down her face. Freddie murmured something softly to her, leading her away from the crowd.

Juice turned to Alu, his hands on her shoulders, "You alright?"

Alu nodded, her face pale but composed, "Yeah," she said quietly.

Lyla stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Alu protectively, "You didn't deserve any of that. You've been through enough."

Juice gave Alu one last look, before heading back to the bar. And in that moment, Alu could feel the resentment her brother still held toward her. 

Freddie returned a few minutes later, giving the women an apologetic look, "She's cooling off," he said. "Sorry about that."

Alu offered a small, tight smile, "Thanks, Freddie."

As the music picked up again, Lyla refused to leave Alu's side, making sure her best friend felt safe and supported. Alu glanced around at the people she called family, silently grateful for those who stood by her, even when others couldn't see past her mistakes. 

***

The cool night air brushed against Alu's skin as she stepped outside, two glasses of wine in her hands. Tammy sat on a wooden bench a few feet away, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes staring out into the dark expanse of the Wahewa Reservation. Her face was blotchy from crying, and she looked drained.

Alu approached cautiously, stopping a short distance away, "Mind if I join you?"

Tammy glanced at her briefly, then shrugged, "It's a free country."

Alu sat down beside her, setting one of the glasses on the bench between them. She took a sip of her own, letting the silence stretch for a moment, "I brought you a glass of wine." 

Tammy eyed the glass, then shook her head, "Better not," she muttered, her voice rough. "I've done enough damage for one night."

Alu nodded and didn't push it. They sat in silence, the distant sounds of the wedding reception drifting in the breeze.

After a while, Tammy broke the quiet, "So...I heard you killed Oscar with an axe."

Alu tilted her head, her expression unreadable, "Yep."

Tammy let out a breathy chuckle, as though trying to imagine it, "Damn." She paused, then added, "Thanks...for killing that bastard."

Alu's lips curled into a faint smile. She swirled the wine in her glass, before taking a slow sip, "It was my pleasure."

Tammy gave a dry laugh, her shoulders relaxing slightly. For the first time in eight years, the tension between them seemed to ease. 

They sat there together, not as friends, but as two women who had lost someone they loved and had to live with the aftermath. 

"I didn't mean to..." Tammy started, then stopped, letting out a deep sigh. "I just miss her, you know? And it's easier to blame someone than to just...accept it."

"I know," Alu said quietly. "I miss her too. Every day."

Tammy nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "She was my baby sister. I just...don't know how to let that anger go."

Alu set her glass down, turning to face Tammy fully, "You don't have to let it go," she said gently. "But don't let it consume you either. Tabitha wouldn't want that for you."

Tammy let out a small, shaky laugh, "You sound like her, you know? Always the voice of reason."

Alu smiled faintly, "She was my best friend. Guess she rubbed off on me."

For the first time that night, Tammy managed a small smile. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

***

The music was lively, and the dance floor was full of people enjoying themselves. Alu stood off to the side, sipping a drink with a content smile as she watched her best friend Kimchee spinning Half-Sack around in an exaggerated dance move. Their laughter was infectious, and Alu couldn't help but clap and cheer them on. When they ended their spin with a dramatic dip, she laughed outright, her heart feeling light.

"Alu!"

She turned just in time to see Rosetta jogging toward her, her dark hair bouncing with every step, "Rosetta!" Alu greeted warmly, setting her drink down and pulling the girl into a quick hug. "How you been, kid?"

Rosetta grinned as she stepped back, "Really good! I went back to school, I'm a senior now, and I'm thinking about colleges." Her smile turned playful as she added, "Oh, and I have a new boyfriend. Don't worry, he's my age this time."

Alu laughed, shaking her head, "I'm sure your father is thrilled about that."

Rosetta rolled her eyes with a chuckle, "Yeah, that's why he's pushing for me to move somewhere far away for college. He's determined to keep me out of the MC world." 

Alu nodded knowingly, her smile softening, "He just wants what's best for you, Rosetta."

There was a pause, and then Rosetta hesitated before asking, "How's Moss doing? I heard he was in therapy?" Her gaze avoided Alu's as the guilt creep up her chest—she still partly blamed herself for traumatising the poor boy. 

Alu's eyes brightened, ""Why don't you ask him yourself?" She motioned toward Moss, who was a short distance away, animatedly chatting and playing with Kenny and Ellie.

Rosetta's face lit up, and she didn't waste a second jogging over to him. As soon as Moss saw her, his face broke into a wide grin, and he ran to meet her, throwing his arms around her in an excited hug. Alu watched the scene with a warm smile, her heart swelling at the joy radiating from both of them.

Back on the dance floor, Kimchee and Half-Sack had ramped up their performance, twirling and laughing as the crowd around them cheered. Then, to cap it off, they leaned in for a passionate kiss, eliciting a mix of reactions from their audience.

Chibs, standing nearby with some of the older Sons, groaned audibly, running a hand down his face, "Christ Almighty, lads," he muttered, shaking his head. "We might be okay with ye two, but doesn't mean we want to see that shite."

The group erupted into laughter, and Kimchee turned to them with a cheeky grin, blowing Chibs a kiss, before twirling Half-Sack around once more. 

Alu chuckled, taking it all in. The night was full of love and laughter, a rare and cherished reprieve from the chaos that often surrounded them all.

***

The night had taken on a dreamlike quality as Alu swayed in Elliot's arms on the dance floor. His return had been unexpected, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief seeing him back after his earlier departure. He had received a distress call from one of his employees back at firm and had to run off to handle business. 

"I'm sorry I had to leave earlier," Elliot said softly, his hands resting gently on her hips. "I tried to handle things as quickly as I could."

Alu smiled up at him, her tone light, "It's fine. I'm just glad you're here now."

Elliot leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her lips, before they returned to the rhythm of the music, "Have you been enjoying yourself?" 

"For the most part," Alu replied, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Got punched in the face, but otherwise, it's been great."

Elliot's brow furrowed, alarm flashing across his face, "What? Who hit you?"

"Relax," she said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's nothing. I'll explain later. I just want to enjoy this moment with you." 

Though clearly still concerned, Elliot nodded, pulling her closer as they danced.

When the song ended, Alu excused herself to the bathroom to freshen up. The room was quiet as she stepped inside, the echo of the reception fading behind her. She splashed a little water on her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

The sound of the door opening behind her caught her attention, and her body tensed. Through the mirror, she saw Jax stepping inside, his expression unreadable. His kutte hung loose on his shoulders, and there was visible blood on his shirt.

"Jax? What are you doing in here? This is the lady's room," Alu said, spinning around to face him.

Jax leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sharp and laced with something darker, "Just wanted to check in," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You looked real cozy out there with Elliot."

"Don't start with me, Jax," Alu shot back, her voice firm. "You don't get to do this."

"Oh, I don't?" Jax stepped closer, his blue eyes narrowing. "Moved on pretty quick, didn't you?"

Alu let out a sharp laugh, the sound bitter, "Are you serious right now? You broke up with me, remember? You don't get to be jealous."

"I'm not jealous," he said, his voice rising slightly. "I just think it's funny how easy it was for you to forget everything we had."

"Forget?" Alu's voice cracked as anger flared in her chest. "You think I could ever forget? Do you think it was easy for me? Do you know how hard it was to pick up the pieces after you shattered everything? And now you come in here, drunk and bloody, to throw it in my face?!" 

The tension between them was thick, their voices bouncing off the tiled walls. Jax's fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to find the right words, "Then why did you just let it go?" he asked, his tone softer now, almost pleading.

"Because you made me let it go!" Alu's voice broke, and tears welled in her eyes. "You ended it, Jax. What was I supposed to do? Beg you to take me back like a little bitch?!" 

Jax stepped closer, his gaze intense as he searched her face, "I ended it because I thought you were better off without me. But that doesn't mean I stopped loving you. I didn't know what I had until I gave it up, baby girl. The moment I walked away from you, I knew I fucked up. And when I was lying there on that cold ground, bleeding out, all I wanted was to wake up to your face, to know you were still there. Hell, when I thought I was done, you were the only thing keeping me going—the thought of seeing you again, feeling your touch. I've regretted walking away from you every damn day since."

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Alu stared at him, her chest rising and falling with each uneven breath, "What do you want from me, Jax?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jax closed the distance between them, his hands coming up to cup her face, "I want you," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to pin you down on that basin and fuck you so hard you'll forget his name." 

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she could only stare at him. His words were fire, igniting something deep within her. Her lips parted, and before she could stop herself, she whispered, "Do it."

Jax's hesitation lasted only a second before he acted. His lips crashed against hers, his hands were rough and impatient, gripping Alu's hips, her back pressing hard against the cool edge of the basin. The soft fabric of her dress bunched in his hands as he tugged it up, revealing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down with a swift motion, before lifting her effortlessly, pinning her against the porcelain.

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice a mix of command and desperation, "You're all I've been thinking about, darlin'. Every day, every damn minute. You're under my skin, so deep I can't breathe without feeling your touch. Inside, it wasn't the confinement that drove me crazy—it was knowing I gave up the one thing that ever really mattered to me. Watching you with him tonight? It broke me, babe. I just can't stand the thought of him touching what's mine."

Without another word, he pushed into her, her gasp echoing in the small room. His movements were rough but deliberate, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge as his grip on her hips tightened. The basin creaked beneath their weight, the sound mixing with her cries as she clung to him.

Jax growled against her neck, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin, "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and ragged. "Say my name, Alu."

Her hands gripped the edge of the basin as her body trembled under his relentless pace. When she finally screamed his name, the sound was raw and unrestrained, filled with everything she had been holding back.

Jax smirked, leaning in to kiss her hard as he muttered against her lips, "That's my baby girl."

Through the crack, Elliot stood, his face a mixture of heartbreak and anger as he watched the woman he thought he loved give herself to another man. Without a word, he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the night.

Inside the bathroom, Jax and Alu were oblivious, lost in each other, a storm of emotion and desire neither of them could fight any longer.

"Jax!" Alu cried out, her voice trembling with pure ecstasy. "No one—no one fucks me like you do. It's yours—I'm yours. My pussy belongs to you, only you."

Jax grinned smugly, his pace never slowing, "I know, baby. You don't need to tell me." He kissed her deeply, his hands gripping her tighter as he drove into her, each thrust getting deeper and harder until they both found their release, their moans mingling together in a quiet symphony as they held each other close, their sweat covered bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. 

***

The door to the bathroom flew open as Alu stumbled out, her hands trembling as she hastily adjusted her dress. Tears streaked down her face, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the reality of what she had done kicked in. Jax called after her, his voice laced with both frustration and regret, but she didn't turn back. She didn't even slow down.

"Alu!" Jax's voice carried across the room, catching the attention of everyone nearby as he emerged, his shirt still slightly untucked, hair dishevelled. He quickly fixed his kutte, but the damage had already been done.

The air in the reception hall grew heavy as the whispers started. All eyes were on Alu, who pushed past the curious and judgmental stares, tears blurring her vision.

Clay leaned over to Gemma, a wry smirk tugging at his lips, "Looks like you're gonna get what you want," he muttered.

Gemma's red lips curled into a satisfied smirk, "Guess so."

But Alu didn't notice, didn't care. Her only focus was getting out, escaping the suffocating weight of what she had done. 

She burst through the doors into the cool night air, spotting Elliot leaning against his car in the parking lot. Her heart ached at the sight of him, the man she had betrayed moments ago. Before she could stop herself, she ran to him, throwing her arms around him in a desperate hug.

Elliot stood stiff for a moment, startled by the sudden embrace. He was still reeling from what he had witnessed in the bathroom, the image of Jax fucking his woman—touching her—in ways only he was supposed to burned into his mind. But the sounds that came out of the love of his life—tormented him—he's never made her moan like that. 

9 Months Earlier 

Alu perched on the counter with her legs swinging back and forth as she spooned ice cream straight out of the tub. She wore one of Elliot's old t-shirts, oversized and slipping off one shoulder, and a pair of fluffy socks that didn't match. Her hair was messy from the lazy weekend they'd spent together, but Elliot thought she looked effortlessly beautiful.

"Why do you get all the cookie dough chunks?" he asked, narrowing his eyes as she deliberately scooped out another.

"Because I'm better at finding them," she teased, grinning mischievously. "It's a gift, really."

"It's theft," he retorted, leaning on the counter beside her.

She snorted and held the spoon out to him with a dramatic sigh, "Fine. Here. Take the next one."

He leaned forward to take the bite, but at the last second, she pulled the spoon away and popped it into her own mouth. Her eyes lit up with victory, and she burst into laughter so infectious that Elliot couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"You're unbelievable," he said, shaking his head, though his chest felt warm watching her.

"You love it," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

And that was when it hit him.

It wasn't just the moment—it was all the little moments before it. The way she made his usually quiet apartment come alive with laughter. The way she always seemed to make the simplest things—like eating ice cream—feel like an adventure. The way she somehow made him forget the stress of work and life, just by being herself.

He realised he loved her in the way she made him feel like the best version of himself.

Without another word, he reached for the ice cream tub, brushing her hand with his. The fleeting touch sent a sudden jolt of electricity between them, and the atmosphere shifted. His smirk softened into something deeper as their eyes locked.

He reached up, his thumb brushing the corner of her mouth, "You've got something right here," he murmured, his voice low and almost hypnotic. The gesture was simple, but the way he looked at her made her heart race.

"Elliot..." she started, but her words faltered when he leaned in closer, the heat of his presence overwhelming.

"Yeah?" he asked, his lips so close that she could feel his breath against her skin.

Whatever she had intended to say disappeared the moment his lips brushed hers. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a test of boundaries that shattered the instant her fingers gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His control snapped as his hands moved to her waist, gripping her firmly.

Elliot lifted her effortlessly, setting her back against the cool marble of the breakfast bar. She gasped at the chill against her skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire igniting between them. His lips moved with a growing intensity, one hand sliding up her thigh, the other cupping the back of her neck to pull her deeper into the kiss, "You have no idea what you do to me, Lu," he murmured against her lips, his tone rough and almost possessive.

The sudden change in him took her by surprise, but in the best way. Gone was the perfectly composed gentleman she had come to know, replaced by someone who wasn't afraid to take control. She shivered as his teeth grazed her neck, his hands gripping her hips with enough force to leave her breathless, "Elliot..." she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and desire.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his gaze dark and intense, "Tell me to stop," he said, his voice a low growl, though the tension in his body said he didn't want to.

She shook her head, her hands tangling in his hair as she whispered, "Don't you dare."

That was all he needed. Elliot's lips crashed back onto hers as he pulled her flush against him. His hands were everywhere—firm, insistent, yet always deliberate, as though he was mapping every inch of her. She found herself yielding to his dominance, pleasantly surprised by the commanding side of him she hadn't seen before.

He shifted, clearing the counter with a sweep of his arm, before laying her back on the marble. His touch was rough enough to make her gasp but never crossed the line of what she could handle. Instead, it left her wanting more, every movement stoking the fire between them.

"Is this too much?" he asked, his voice gruff, though his hand cupped her cheek with surprising gentleness.

Her breath hitched, and she shook her head, a smile curving her lips, "It's perfect," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him again.

Elliot's laugh was low and almost triumphant as he climbed on top of her, ripping open the white button-up shirt she was wearing, revealing her hardened nipples under it. With practiced ease, he leaned down and flicked her tits with his tongue and massaged them with his thumb. 

The contrast between his wild passion and the care he took with her made her head spin. He was attentive to her every reaction, his confidence growing each time she cried out his name.

Without wasting another second, he shuffled on top of her and slid down her panties with her help, before discarding them over his shoulder. Then, he worked on his on boxers, leaping off the countertop to step out of them, before gripping her thighs and pulling her down to the edge of the breakfast bar, making her let out a loud squeal. 

Elliot's breath caught as he pressed himself inside her, his grip tightening on her hips, "Damn, Lu...you're so tight, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." He groaned, moving slowly at first, savouring the feel of her around him.

Alu's breath hitched as she felt him deep inside, her hands gripping the edge of the counter, "God, Elliot..." she gasped, her voice trembling, "You feel so...so deep. I didn't think you could fuck me like this...but damn..."

As they both neared the edge, their bodies trembling with anticipation, Elliot leaned in, his breath hot against Alu's ear, "Come with me, baby," he whispered. "I want to feel you fall apart."

Alu moaned, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she finally gave in, her voice breaking with pleasure, "I'm cuming...all for you," she gasped, surrendering to the wave of release that hit them both.

Elliot brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked down at her.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" She teased as she lay there breathless and flushed. 

Elliot laughed softly, still catching his breath, "You have no idea," he replied, pulling her up for one more kiss.  

It wasn't a grand declaration, but in that moment, Elliot knew with absolute certainty that he loved her. And that he'd spend the rest of his life chasing more moments like this with her—messy, ridiculous, and entirely perfect.

The sound of her quiet sobs broke through Elliot's trance. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on her back as he tried to steady her trembling form, "What happened?" he asked gently, tilting her chin up to meet her tearful gaze. His thumb brushed a stray tear from her cheek. 

"Nothing," she choked out, her voice breaking. "Can you just take me home? Please."

Moss had already left with Adela to spend the weekend at her house. 

Elliot hesitated, his jaw tightening. For a brief moment, his eyes flicked past her, catching Jax standing in the doorway of the reception hall. Their gazes locked, tension crackling between them. Jax's expression was unreadable, his fists clenched at his sides.

Elliot broke the stare first, his attention returning to Alu. Her vulnerability, her pain, was all he could focus on, "Okay," he said softly. "Let's go."

He opened the passenger door for her, helping her in, before walking around to the driver's side. As they drove away, Alu stared out the window, her tears silently falling. Elliot glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.

Neither of them spoke as the car disappeared into the night, leaving the chaos of the reception—and Jax Teller—behind.

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