My Husband’s Brother Is My Mate?!
Selene Ashford didn’t marry Alpha Cain for love.
She married him for an alliance. Her pack needed protection, and his pack needed a Luna. It was a contract marriage: no feelings, no complications, just a signature and a smile.
Then Rhys Blackthorne walked into the wedding reception.
One look. One breath. And her wolf roared the word she was never supposed to hear.
Mate.
Every wolf in the room heard it. Every wolf except the man she had just married.
Now Selene is trapped. Her husband is cold, proud, and keeping secrets of his own. Her true mate is his younger brother, a man who would rather burn than betray his family. She is the wrong mate in the wrong bed, and he is the forbidden mate she can never touch.
Every stolen glance is a sin. Every night under Cain’s roof is a lie. And the bond between her and Rhys grows stronger, hotter, and harder to hide.
But loving the wrong man was never her plan, and hurting the right one was never his. When the truth finally comes out, someone will be betrayed, and no one meant for it to happen.
How do you choose between the contract that protects you and the mate your soul was made for?
And what happens when the Alpha finds out his brother is the one who has her heart?
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Chapter: The Stone WakesThe dark fell like a hand.One instant there was a ring of white fire in the sky. The next, there was nothing. No sun. No moon. No stars. Only a vast, soundless black, thick as velvet, pressing against my eyes. The air turned bitter. My breath smoked. Somewhere in the dark, a horse screamed."Rhys!" I cried."Here!" His hand closed on mine. "I have you!""I cannot see!""Neither can I!"A light flickered.It came from the valley floor. A faint, sullen, purple-black glow, rising out of the stone at the center of the bowl. It pulsed. It spread. It crept across the grass in long, slow, creeping tendrils, like roots seeking water.The stone was awake.I saw it clearly in that horrible half-light, a black spire wreathed in violet fire, with a thousand carved spirals gleaming like a thousand tiny eyes. The ground around it split. Cracks raced across the hill, glowing red, running out across the meadow.And from the cracks, a sound began.It was low. Deep. Not a growl. Not a roar. A vast, ho
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Chapter: The Hollow Tide"Up!" Cain's voice roared through the camp. "Up! To your places!"The whole ridge woke at once.I sprinted the last hundred yards, my cloak streaming, and burst into the camp in a storm of shouting. Wolves poured out of tents half-dressed, grabbing swords and spears. Horses screamed. A cook dropped a cauldron. Somewhere, Elsie was wailing, a thin, terrified sound."Selene!" Rhys met me at the edge of the camp. He was in half-armor, his sword in his hand, his hair wild. His eyes blazed. "Where were you?""I went to think.""I woke up and you were gone!""I am sorry.""I thought..." His voice cracked. "Never mind. Come on."He seized my hand. We ran.The army was forming up along the ridge. Varek's Redfang held the center, five hundred bearskinned warriors in a tight, bristling wedge. Bran's Eastern Hills wolves, eight hundred strong, held the left. Hesper's Court riders held the right. Between them, in a thin, ragged line, stood the farmers and smiths and clerks and cooks of Ashford, w
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Chapter: The Night BeforeI asked for one night.Cain rode out at midday to carry the message. I watched him go, a small dark figure on a tall horse, crossing the long green valley toward the black tide on the eastern ridge. He came back an hour later with a grim face."He agreed," Cain said. "He found it amusing.""Did he say anything?""He said, Tell the Warden I would not dream of rushing a lady." Cain's mouth twisted. "And that if she wished to pray, she had until dawn."I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak.I called the council at sunset.We met in the largest tent, a vast canvas pavilion lit by a ring of lamps. Chairs were set in a circle. Maps lay on the table. The Alphas came in one by one, tired, dusty, silent, until the whole tent was full. Twenty of them. Then their captains. Then the elders.I stood in the middle with my hands clasped behind me.I told them everything.I did not soften it. I told them about the sleeper under the hill. The song. The door that opened only to silver blood. I told
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Chapter: The Valley of SilverfallWe came to Silverfall on the morning of the fourth day.I had not expected it to be so beautiful.The valley lay between two long, green ridges, a wide bowl of rolling meadow threaded with a silver stream. Birches shimmered gold along its banks. Wildflowers dotted the grass. A thin mist drifted over the water. Birds sang in the trees. It looked like the kind of place where children are taught to swim.And in its very center, on a low round hill, stood the stone.It was black.I do not know how else to say it. It was not gray or brown or dark. It was a pure, absolute black, as if a hole had been cut in the world and the shape left standing. It rose twenty feet from the grass, tall and narrow, carved with a thousand tiny spirals. The morning sun did not touch it. It drank the light.I reined in at the top of the ridge.Beside me, Rhys let out a long, slow breath."That is it," he said."Yes.""It is smaller than I remembered."I turned.He was staring at the hill. His face had gone pale
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Chapter: Maeve's Plan"Absolutely not," I said.It was the fourth hour of the morning. The sky outside the healer's tent was still black, but it had begun to gray at the edges, a faint, sullen pallor like bruised flesh. A single lamp burned on the table. Ilse had propped Maeve up on a heap of cushions, wrapped in blankets, with a cup of hot honeyed wine in her hands.She sipped it. She looked at me over the rim."You have not heard it," she said mildly."I do not need to.""Child. Sit."I sat.Cain sat beside me. Vivienne sat on the floor with her head on his knee. Rhys stood at the tent flap with his arms crossed and his gold eyes narrowed. Varek loomed in the corner, vast and silent. Bran, still pale and bandaged, leaned on a crutch by the door.Elowen was asleep in a corner, wrapped in a bearskin, with Bell the pup curled in the crook of her arm."Tell it," Cain said quietly.Maeve set down her cup."The stone at Silverfall," she said, "is not a stone. It is a mouth. I told you that. Do you remember?""
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Chapter: The Night Raid"I confess I am rather enjoying this," Corvin's voice said.It came from everywhere. From the sky, from the ground, from the wind in the empty tents. It rolled across the sleeping camp like a note struck on a vast, hollow bell. All around me, wolves jerked awake. I heard a child cry out. I heard someone curse. I heard the rattle of weapons snatched from their sheaths in the dark."Three thousand," Corvin mused. "So many. So brave. So determined to die for a half-Heart and a scrap of vellum." He gave a soft, amused sigh. "I do admire it. Truly. It is such a very young thing to do.""Show yourself," I said.My voice cracked in the cold air."I am showing myself. I am in every breath you draw." The voice sank to a purr. "I wished only to say good evening. And to remind you that the dark is coming. Two days. Perhaps less.""We are not afraid of you.""Of course not. You are too busy being brave." A pause. "But your wolves are tired. Your fires are dead. And my children are very, very hung
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