All Chapters of Mated To My Brother-In-Law: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kayla Her words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged. I still couldn’t believe my ears about the old woman being a witch, but I was more concerned about how much she knew about me and my chaotic life. I had heard stories of witches, of course. Every werewolf raised in a pack knew the old tales. The covens that had once ruled these lands alongside vampires and werewolves until the great war among all supernatural beings destroyed the peace, and blood magic became outlawed. It was no secret that dark witches still lurked in shadows, waiting to prey on the weak and shake up the peace. But those were stories. Legends. Things that existed in history, not in a cottage in the middle of the forest, and certainly not in the old woman who had just handed me a mug of hot tea and given me dry clothes to wear. And now that I looked closer at the woman, she looked strangely familiar. Like I’d seen her before. Now that I focused on her, she looked like the witch pretending to be a fortu

KaylaI stayed two more nights in Hilda's cottage. The first morning, I woke up to the smell of porridge, a bowl waiting for me on the small table by the fire. The storm had stopped, though it looked like there was still more rain stored in the dark clouds. Hilda was in her garden, her hands buried in the soil, and she did not ask if I had made a decision. She simply smiled and said breakfast was getting cold.I ate in silence, staring at the fireplace that warmed my wolf and kept her at bay. The second day, I helped her gather herbs. She showed me which leaves healed and which ones were harmful. The roots could be brewed into tea and were better left in the ground because they were poisonous.She still did not press me for an answer. She did not mention the power, the sacrifice, nor the choice that waited for me like a door half open. She simply let me be, and I found myself grateful for that. Grateful for the silence and a space where no one expected me to be anything other than

Kayla Her words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged. I still couldn’t believe my ears about the old woman being a witch, but I was more concerned about how much she knew about me and my chaotic life. I had heard stories of witches, of course. Every werewolf raised in a pack knew the old tales. The covens had once ruled these lands alongside vampires and werewolves until the great war among all supernatural beings destroyed the peace, and blood magic became outlawed. It was no secret that dark witches still lurked in shadows, waiting to prey on the weak and shake up the peace. But those were stories. Legends. Things that existed in history, not in a cottage in the middle of the forest, and certainly not in the old woman who had just handed me a mug of hot tea and given me dry clothes to wear. And now that I looked closer at the woman, she looked strangely familiar. Like I’d seen her before. Now that I focused on her, she looked like the witch pretending to be a fortune te

The street was a graveyard of silence.Nick stood beside his car, the driver's door still open, the cold night air biting at his face. He watched Kira walk back toward her parents' house, her steps measured and deliberate, her back straight as a blade. She did not look back. She never looked back. That was Kira—unyielding even when her heart was breaking.His chest ached with a pain that had no physical source. The bond between them pulsed weakly, like a wounded animal struggling to draw its last breath. He had felt it flicker the moment she announced she was leaving in two days. Two days. Then she would reject him, formally, before the council. The bond would begin to sever. A year of exile. A lifetime of wondering what if.The weight of it pressed down on his shoulders until he thought he might buckle.He became aware of movement beside him. Kayla was still there, standing a few feet away, still wrapped in his jacket. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest, her eyes fixed on him

Kira The darkness after the dream made me uncomfortable in a way that unsettled my body, and I kept tossing around in bed. Not like I could fight for what I want out of the hat and have people think I was crazy. The hard part of it all was wanting something for myself, which felt dangerous. Wanting something, even a tiny bit of affection, led me to Nick’s arms at the lake, and it was a messy move that I only realized the damage of after I saw him locking lips with Kayla. Who was I to even complain when I boldly made out with the alpha I claimed not to want and gave him up for my twin? I was slowly beginning to drift into a restless half-sleep when a sound echoed into my room. It was a thud, like something small and hard striking my window. I bolted upright, and once I heard the sound again, my heart just knew who it was. Another stone clashed against the glass windows, and I threw off my blankets and ran to the window, my bare feet warm on the rug. I pulled the curtain aside jus