บททั้งหมดของ I'm Your Brother's Wife Dear Ace : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lyra Today was the day I became a wife. As the heavy silk of my gown brushed against my legs, I couldn't stop the relentless wondering: what had he offered my father in exchange for me? I had tried to catch the frantic whispers of the maids as they cinched my corset, but their secrets remained just out of reach.I remembered a northern Alpha who had once tried to touch my hand during a gala. My father had barked a price so steep the man’s face drained of color until he looked like a ghost. For my father to agree to hand me over to Alpha Draven, the price must have been a king’s ransom.“Don’t forget to smile,” Maya whispered, pulling a strand of hair into place. I caught her gaze in the mirror. Despite the years of her sharp tongue and hateful glares, a flicker of something…pity, perhaps, shone in her eyes. A strange ache settled in my chest; I would actually miss her.I was a vision in royal blue, the fabric draped over me like a heavy ocean. A thick gold necklace weighed down my t

LyraThe door creaked open, the sound grating against my nerves. I forced my eyes open, the heavy lids protesting as I realized I was still crumpled on the cold bathroom floor. When I tried to push myself up, my muscles felt like water. My legs gave way instantly, sending me back down to the tile.“Whuff.” A heavy, ragged breath escaped my lungs.“Lady Lyra?” Elin’s voice called from the bedroom. I didn't answer. The effort to form words felt like a mountain I wasn't ready to climb. I tried to stand once more, but my knees buckled again. I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth ached, rolling my eyes at my own uselessness.The memories of the previous night came rushing back in a cold wave. I loathed the hollow space in my chest where a wolf should have been. My feelings were a bitter, valid knot of resentment. I was a defect, a broken thing, and in this moment, I hated that I couldn't even command my own limbs to rise.After four more grueling attempts, I finally managed to steady myself.

Ace Revenge was the only reason I decided to return to the Blackthorn Pack.As we rode toward the territory, my mind kept reeling, dragging me back into the shadows of the past. I couldn't help but clench my fists tight against the leather horse reins, my knuckles turning white as the old fury burned a familiar hole in my chest.“I didn't do it!” I had cried back then, my small figure had stood trembling in the center of the pack’s judging hall. Mocking, cursing eyes glared down at me from every corner. Nobody was willing to believe me. My small frame couldn't help but shake under the weight of their hatred.“I saw him. He did it,” Draven had accused, stepping forward with a cool, calculated calm. “He never liked her, and that's why he did it.”I had clenched my fists in pure rage. He was older than me, stronger, and favored. Why is he doing this? I thought, the unfairness suffocating me.“Dad, I'm your son! Can't you just believe me?” I begged, tears blurring my vision, hoping for a

Ace “Hahaha! My beloved brother, Ace!” Draven’s voice boomed through the council hall the moment I walked through the heavy doors.He rushed toward me, throwing his arms around me in a mockery of a brotherly hug. But before he pulled away, his grip tightened, and he whispered venomously into my ear, “How did you enjoy my gift?”A cruel smirk played on his lips as he stepped back, but I offered him nothing but a cold, unreadable stare. Inside my chest, my wolf, Lane, clawed violently at the surface. His furious snarls vibrated against my ribs, ready to tear Draven’s throat out.It's not time yet, Lane, I commanded silently, forcing the beast back down into the dark.But he dares to... Lane protested, his golden eyes flashing in my mind.Relax, I snapped internally.A slow, dangerous smile crept onto my face as I leveled my gaze at my stepbrother. “I saw your wife, Alpha Draven,” I said, letting his title roll slowly off my tongue.Draven’s chest puffed up, his face lighting up with

Ace After Alpha Kael excused Lyra, I let out a low sigh. I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was deeply wrong. The mate bond wasn't overwhelmingly strong yet, but it certainly wasn't weak, either. It was a strange and it felt as though I could catch fleeting whispers of the emotions she felt, but the exact depth of her pain remained entirely locked away from me. With no other choice, I turned back toward the ceremony. It was a celebration thrown for my return, after all, and I needed to play my part. “Ace! Come drink with us!” Draven called out from across the floor. I masked my disdain and walked over to his table, sliding into an empty seat. “So, Ace, tell us about your time in exile,” one of the pack elders sneered, swirling the liquor in his cup. “Was it interesting out there in the wastes?” The surrounding wolves laughed, mocking my banishment. I let a slow, dark smile spread across my face. “Yes, why not?” I murmured, my voice dropping into a dangerous, l