Bound To My Sister's Husband

If there was one word that could describe the Lycan King’s estate, it was "perfect."Marcus had done well for himself, owning factories that manufactured building materials. But standing here, taking in the beauty of the place made Marcus’s success seem like a joke.The guards drove me into the capital district, and the air felt thick with power and money. Every corner held evidence of extreme wealth—luxurious villas and large, endless estates. I questioned my sanity for being here, wondering what kind of mess I had stumbled into, yet I couldn't ignore the beauty of the pack grounds.The van pulled to a stop in front of the estate’s centerpiece: an alpha’s mansion—no, a castle, gleaming under the sunlight with its white marble walls. It looked like a beautiful painting come to life. My legs felt like they weren’t mine as I stepped down, guided by the guards.We approached the grand entrance, and the doorman’s face brightened the moment he spotted me. "Your majesty! Thank the heavens y

I wandered through the endless maze of rooms and I felt like I’d fallen into someone else’s dream.A dream I had no right being in. Every perfectly arranged room only added to my confusion. Too many rooms. Too many questions. And no real answers.I needed to see a picture of the king’s wife and put a face to the name that everyone believed was mine. Maybe then I could satisfy my curiosity and escape this twisted situation before things got worse.The longer I explored, the more fear crept over me. Each step felt like trespassing. Whoever this Lila was, was real, and I was the intruder. The family’s rooms were on the second floor, so I climbed the grand staircase, trying to move as quietly as possible, like a thief sneaking through the shadows.The boys were in their rooms, tucked beneath blankets adorned with cartoon superheroes and wild animals. They looked peaceful, safe in a world where they didn’t know their “mommy” was a stranger.From nowhere, a raw and bitter jealousy hit me.

DianaMy eyes nearly leaped out of my skull when I spotted King Asher standing there and staring at me.His look made my stomach churn like I'd just eaten something past its expiration date. My body wavered as if my legs had suddenly decided they no longer believed in stability. Of all the people who caught me at this moment, why him? And why now?Heat flushed over me and climbed from my neck to my face. I cursed my body for betraying me. I wasn’t even doing anything suspicious, but his gaze made me feel as guilty as a kid caught with crumbs all over their face, claiming they hadn’t touched the cookie jar.I dreaded the fallout from confessing that I wasn’t the person he thought I was. I wasn’t sure I could survive another emotional beatdown like the one Marcus had handed me. That rejection had left scars and the idea of repeating history with my mate? No, thanks. He was a ruler who could snap fingers and make my existence vanish. Fear gripped me, reminding me how close I was to the

Asher I sat in my chamber and leaned over a large table that dominated the center of the room, littered with maps and figurines representing armies, rogue factions, and borders.Beside me sat a scarred faced General Lucien and Eddie who sat sharp and attentive with eyes fixed on the maps like a hawk. We were studying the map of the rogue kingdom, studying every inch of the territory they claimed near the mountains. These rogues had grown bolder, raiding small villages, stealing resources, raping women and spreading their filthy brand of chaos like a plague.A raw hatred bubbled inside me and my fingers dug into the edge of the table. These rogues, with their greed and disregard for order, needed to be punished severely. They were a disease, and I intended to burn out every last infected piece of them.“How many men can we deploy?” I asked.The warriors exchanged glances and shifted their weight as they whispered among themselves. The lead warrior stepped forward and handed me a scro

Diana A knock on the door made my heart lurch like I’d been caught in a crime. I hid the letter and clutched the silk sash of Lila’s robe. When the second knock came, I knew It had to be him.Acting like I was feeling under the weather, I opened the door. King Asher's frame took up the entire doorway. He wore his signature calm smile that left me unsure of whether to run or collapse into his arms.“May I come in?”Managing a nod, I stepped aside. The room suddenly felt too small with him in it. Every move he made and every glance he threw sent prickles across my skin. He closed the door behind him, and I noticed the desire in his gaze.His eye contact was firm and intense, as if stroking the innermost part of my body. He faced me straight on and gazed at me with tenderness.“You’ve been avoiding your parents,” he said gently as if it were a casual observation and not the most horrifying statement I could hear right now. “They’re downstairs. They came themselves to see you.”Oh, holy