All Chapters of Marked by My Fiancé's Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

~ Maya ~The sunlight gets me before anything else does—too bright, blinding, driving the headache deeper into my skull.I glance around the room. I have absolutely no idea where I am.Floor-to-ceiling glass, the elite city center laid out beyond it. Silk sheets puddled around my waist. A hotel, obviously, and an expensive one—the kind of suite that costs more for a single night than most people make in a month. Luxury isn't foreign to me; my family is among the richest in the pack. Waking up in it with no memory of how I got here—that's the part that scares me.Clothes are scattered across the floor. Mine, at least they were. Every muscle in my body protests as I push myself upright, and that's when I feel it: an ache, low and deep in my core, that tells me plainly what happened last night.My cheeks burn. Shit. We actually did it.Five years of waiting. Five years of "after the ceremony, Derek, I promise"—and I couldn't hold out for the last two days. I gave him my virginity drunk e

~ Harvey ~The conference room smells of wood and old fashioned perfume, and I can’t sit still in it.I take the chair at the head of the table anyway, because that’s what they expect, and greet the elders with a stiff nod I don’t feel. My thoughts are everywhere but here. Drugged. Sex with my brother’s fiancée. An explicit video of the two of us already crawling across every screen in the territory. My phone has buzzed against my thigh a dozen times—Gina, again. I can’t blame her; the rumors will have reached her by now, and she has every right to be furious. I’ll find a way to make it up to her. Later.Derek’s chair sits empty. Too gutted by Maya’s betrayal to show his face, I assume.“Alpha—” Elder James begins.“Another vampire attack?” The strikes have been coming more often, and only ever against my pack—which makes no sense, since on paper we’re at peace with the vampires.James clears his throat. “No. We’ve gathered to discuss how to proceed… with your new mate.”The word mate

~ Harvey ~ The ballroom doors open, and Maya steps onto the ceremonial carpet on her father's arm. My eyes widen slightly, and my breath catches. I just stare at her, fully enchanted. Zev purrs, ecstatic, watching her move down the aisle toward us. Her dress is a very simple—an unadorned gown that hugs her curves before spilling across the floor. Her shoulders are bare, no jewellery, just beautiful porcelain skin. Her light brown hair is swept into a simple updo, a few curls framing her face. I've seen Maya countless times before, at pack gatherings, on the days Derek brought her home. She was undeniably pretty, but never the kind to stand out from the crowd. Always dressed conservatively, politely, desperate to fit in. Around our mother, she always looked afraid to even breathe, as if a single wrong move might offend her. But today, she's like a caterpillar no one noticed, transformed into a stunning butterfly. Or maybe I never really looked at her properly. She's tall, easily a

~ Harvey ~The sky is gray and stormy, and the inside of my own skull is worse. Last night replays in pieces I’d rather not look at—her face, the things I said, the door slamming behind me. Zev hasn’t spoken to me since.When I reach for him, he bares his teeth.“I told you—hurt Maya and I won’t shift. And you wounded her.”Then he shuts me out.Hurt her how? By telling her the truth, or by having sex with her—which she obviously enjoyed? The memory of it heats my blood despite everything. Somehow, with her, it’s mind-blowing; she makes the pleasure sharper, more intense than anyone ever has. Too bad it will never happen again.For half a second her face surfaces—the way it looked right after, flushed and vulnerable, before I opened my mouth and ruined it. Something twists low in my gut. I shove it down before it can take shape. She drugged me. She trapped me. Whatever I said, she earned it.But a sulking wolf who refuses to shift is a problem. I have a border to inspect and no fur to