Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Husband’s Best Friend : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

MIRA’S POVI heard Declan’s voice first. Low and familiar. Exactly the kind of tone he had never used with me before.Then I heard a moan and froze, because that moan was not my husband’s.And it did not belong to a woman.I was not supposed to be there, at this hour, because the pack function was still going on. I had made an excuse and left early, because I was tired of being invisible in a room full of people. But the pack house was quiet when I walked in. Too quiet, which was unusual.Then I heard him. Faintly but unmistakably.I followed the sound quietly, with my feet leaving my brain behind as it was slow to catch up. The door to the guest wing was not fully closed, leaving a small gap. An inch of light, but big enough for my eye to fit in and see things clearly.I saw Dorian first.Declan’s personal guard. The man who was always there, always around him, always in the background like an invisible furniture. I never really looked at him before, never spared him a glance. Until

MIRA’S POVI did not know his name and I did not care.He sat alone in the shadows, wearing dark clothes with a glass in front of him that he had not touched, and when I stopped in front of his table he looked up slowly with his warm amber eyes and watched me like I was entertainment.“You look lost,” he said softly in a deep and calm voice, unlike the loud music and also not pushy like the men I had ignored on my way here.“I am not lost,” I replied, but I was drunk and I knew it because the room swayed slightly when I stood still, and I did not want to be still. I wanted to feel something other than the pain pressing against my chest, so without a second thought I sat down across from him and he did not stop me.He studied me for a moment and said calmly, “A woman like you should not be alone in a place like this.”I laughed bitterly. “A woman like me? You do not even know me.”“I know enough.” He smirked as he stared at me intensely. “I know you are running from something.”“Maybe

MIRA’S POVThe pack house felt different now as I walked through the halls with my head held high and my back straight, but my insides were screaming. I smiled at the servants who passed me and nodded at the guards who saluted me. I acted as the perfect Luna.But inside, I was breaking apart.Every step I took vibrated in my chest and every shadow I sensed closer to me, made me flinch. Everytime I passed a closed door, my mind flashed back to that dirty memory.I shook my head and told myself to stop. Do not think about that. I desperately need to get to my room and lock myself in. I needed to breathe. But before I turned around the corner, I saw her. Claudia.Declan’s mother stood outside my chambers like a wild beast waiting for its prey with a deep scowl on her face. Her grey hair was pinned up and her black dress was perfect. She looked like she had been waiting for hours, but as she sensed me approaching, she turned to look at me coldly and hissed, “Mira.”“Mother.” I bowed my

MIRA’S POVThe feast was still going on, but I was not there.I was sitting at the table with my hands in my lap and my eyes were fixed on the plate in front of me, and I could not remember the last time I had blinked because every time I looked up, I saw him. Ronan. The stranger from the club. The man who had made love to me in a hotel room just hours ago. He was sitting at the same table, talking to Declan like they were old friends, and I could not breathe.Claudia said something to me from across the table, something sharp about my duties and my responsibility and the need for an heir, and I nodded and smiled and said nothing because my mind was still stuck on the way his hands had felt on my skin, the way his breathe had been hot against my neck and the way he had whispered in the dark. I could still feel him. I could still remember his scent. And now he was here, in my home, eating at my table, and Declan had no idea.I pushed my food around my plate without eating it. My hands

RONAN’S POVI walked away from the hallway with my heart pounding and my mind spinning. The conversation with Mira had left me feeling like I had been punched in my chest. The way she had looked at me, the way she had bitten her lip, and the way she had said “My mate should not know about this.” It was all I could think about. I could still smell her perfume on my clothes, and could still feel the heat of her body so close to mine.I went back to my guest quarters and closed the door behind me. The room was dark and quiet, but my mind was in chaos. I paced back and forth, as I ran my hands through my hair, trying to shake the image of her face from my thoughts.But I could not.The memory of that night came flooding back — the feel of her hands on my skin, her breath on my neck, her voice in the dark. The way she had whispered things she probably did not remember. The way she had looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.And now she was my friend’s mate.I sat down on the e