Married to Him, Saved by his Brother

Amelia's POV “Amelia?” The voice was a distant, tiny, fuzzy mosquito buzzing somewhere in the fog of my brain. I was underwater and the doctor’s words were stones sinking past me, too heavy and dark to grab onto. “Amelia, are you still with me?” Boom…! The surface broke. The sound of his voice snapped into a sharp horrifying focus. My vision cleared and I was back in the stupidly cheerful room, staring at Doctor Evans. “Sorry,” I croaked. “My brain just… took a vacation for a second. What was that last part? Something about a… tourist?” “A tumor,” he corrected gently, and oh yeah, that was way worse. “I’m sorry, Amelia. The scans show a glioblastoma. It’s… it’s very aggressive. Located in a precarious spot.” I just blinked. This had to be a joke.. a really really bad one. I half-expected my stepsister Gabriella to pop out from behind the anatomical chart yelling, “Surprise, bitch!” That would be more her style. “Okay,” I said, drawing the word out. “Aggressive.

Amelia's POV I stopped dead on the sidewalk. The street was empty, just me and a flickering streetlight that was putting in about as much effort as Damian did in our marriage. “Alright, you creepy fuck!” I yelled into the dark. My voice sounded braver than I felt, which was good. “Show your fucking face! Let’s get this over with!” Nothing. Just the wind whistling through a nearby alley like it was laughing at me. The silence was somehow worse. My badass bravado evaporated, leaving behind the cold, hard truth.. I was a weak, probably-dying human girl, alone at night. My only defense was a set of divorce papers and a smart mouth. Not great against, you know, a werewolf. “Shit,” I muttered. I picked up the pace, letting go of the damn stack of papers in my hands like it could offer more speed with my stupid, impractical shoes clip-clopping on the pavement like a panicked pony. Then I saw it.. a beacon of shitty hope.. a lit-up sign that said ‘The Howling Moon Pub.’ Classy. I

Amelia's POV I felt so bare, I just wanted to pull away and hide. But the moment I tried to close my legs, he held me apart in a strong grip, a disapproving growl tearing through him. I let out a broken whimper as his grip on my thighs tightened. "Goddess in hell, you look so pretty, it'll be a waste to pass on the chance to know if you taste just as good as you look down here, Wildcat" he murmured and before the words could even sink in, he was already on me, his tongue lapping from my entrance to my clit in a slow, hard drag. A sob broke free, my hands shooting out to tangle in his hair while he worked me with his tongue. The pleasure that shot through me was so hard, so intense, I just wanted out. But my hips had a mind of its own, and instead of pulling away, I was chasing the pressure of his tongue and teeth on me. "Logan..." I sobbed, panting as he thrust his tongue deep inside me, while his fingers found my clit, again. He wasn't just tasting me, he was eating me u

Amelia’s POV “I…” I stuttered, replaying the question in my head all over again. Would I have stopped if I knew who he was right after I kissed him? Would this have had a different outcome then? I wondered, my glare faltering. “Answer me, wildcat. Would you have stopped?” he asked again, but my lungs felt too heavy to get an answer out, and it wasn't because I didn’t have an answer. It’s rather because it dawned on me that the answer to that question wasn’t what I wanted it to be. “I would have.” I blurted, trying to hold up the glare I sent in Lucas’ way. But that was a lie. And he knew it. “No, you wouldn’t. You would have thought of more reasons why you should have me. And me being your soon-to-be ex-husband's brother, would have been top of that list” he muttered with a conviction that made my breath hitch. Because he was right. And I hated that he could just wind up and say random things about my thoughts, only for them to end up being true. I hated that even n

Amelia’s POV“I’m sorry, what?” I blurted in confusion, searching for the slightest signs of playfulness on her face, or maybe even a smile as she assured me that she wasn’t referring to me.But I knew how wrong I was when I saw her lips press together into a thin line.“I regret to inform you that you are not eligible to buy or even rent an apartment, unless it is purchased by your husband, the Alpha” she explained but I only became more confused.“What does that even mean? I can’t get an apartment unless Alpha Damian purchases it himself? Why should that ever happen?” I asked, my voice rising an octave higher.“Because he’s your… husband?” she responded, her voice falling, uncertain.She hadn’t expected me to flare up that much. I hadn’t either but this! This cannot be happening right now.“Look, I’m not here to get that apartment like some charity case, I’m here with the full payment, and even extra if that’s what you want…”“No! No, ma’am. It’s not about the payment, that’s just n