Marked by My Fiancé's Brother

~ Maya ~I wake up in a bed that isn't mine, in a hotel suite I've never seen, with no memory of how I got here.Floor-to-ceiling glass. The elite city center glittering beyond it. Morning light pours across the room the way I'd kill to have it fall across a canvas—and that's how I know how scared I am, because my mind is cataloguing light instead of facing the silk sheets puddled around my waist, the clothes scattered on the floor, and the deep, unmistakable ache in my body that tells me exactly what happened last night.I can't remember a single second of it.One glass of champagne. That's all I had. Lola pressed it into my hand at my bachelorette party before we even found a table, and after that, nothing. I rarely drink, but one glass has never erased a night of my life.I was drugged.The thought lands cold, and I shove it away just as fast. Lola is my cousin. My best friend since before either of us could walk. And it doesn't matter, because it must have been Derek who brought me

~ 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.”

~ 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, easi

~ 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

~ Harvey ~ I twist the doorknob to my room. Finally — I can be alone and breathe after a hellish day. Zev still ignores me, the vampire attacks are getting out of hand, and I’m bloody mated to a woman I despise. All I want is peace and quiet. But the moment I open the door, a flash of pink fills my vision. Gina stands in the middle of the room, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her eyes full of mischief. She’s wearing nothing but a pink lace set — a bra that lifts her full breasts and barely covers them, a little ruffled skirt that stops high on her thighs, and white fishnets. “Do you like it?” she teases, twirling playfully to give me the view from every angle. My eyes track her — the hourglass figure, the tiny waist, the smooth skin, the angelic face. Gina is eye candy, and I’ve lost myself worshipping that body more nights than I can count. But now I’m staring at my fiancée, and instead of the usual thrill and heat, I feel… nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a flicker of desir