My heart stops. For a moment, everything around me falls away. The people, the noise, the ballroom—all of it disappears as I stare at him. My chest feels tight, like I can’t breathe, and my mind goes blank. It’s him. The man who kissed me, who left me reeling with emotions I didn’t even understand… is Lilly’s fiancé. … After watching the brutal death of her father in the Vanderwilson pack at the age of 10, Agatha’s life has been nothing but a nightmare. Lycanless and powerless, she’s trapped in a world where strength is everything—and she has none. Her stepfather Nick’s abuse keeps her in the shadows, and her once-loving family now feels like a distant memory. But when her sister Lilly announces her engagement to the new Alpha of the Vanderwilson pack, Agatha is forced back into the world she was rejected from. At Lilly’s lavish engagement party, Agatha crosses paths with a mysterious man in the garden—an encounter that stirs a deep, forbidden connection within her. But when she learns that the man is none other than Lilly’s fiancé, her world shatters. Agatha’s heart is torn between a burning attraction and her loyalty to her sister. With secrets lurking beneath the surface—ones that could destroy her world —Agatha must decide whether to follow her heart or protect the ones she loves. In a world ruled by Lycans, what happens when the real danger comes from within? Betrayal, forbidden love, and dark secrets collide in My mate is my brother-in-law and the alpha —a heart-pounding, emotional rollercoaster you won’t be able to put down
View MoreThe journey to Winter Fall begins in the ungodly hours of the morning, when the sun hasn’t even thought about rising. I’m trudging along behind Luis, muttering complaints under my breath like a grumpy old woman. Luis, on the other hand, is whistling cheerfully, completely out of sync with the danger we’re walking into.“Do you ever stop being insufferably chipper?” I snap, glaring at his back as we navigate through the dense forest.He turns to flash me a dazzling grin, his teeth practically glowing in the moonlight. “Nope. Someone has to keep the morale up, and you’re clearly failing.”“Oh, please,” Caroline chimes in, her voice oozing sarcasm. “Let’s all applaud the shiny-haired prince of bad decisions. What could possibly go wrong following him into rogue territory?”I snort, shoving a branch out of my path. “Luis, just so we’re clear, I’m only doing this because I don’t have a better plan.”He claps me on the back like we’re old friends going on a road trip instead of two people s
The door slams shut behind Amelia, her footsteps echoing down the hall like an announcement of her righteous irritation. I flop onto the couch, groaning dramatically. “Luis,” I say, my voice muffled against the cushions. “Why is my life like this? Why can’t I have normal problems, like running out of coffee or forgetting my Nest-fix password?” Luis chuckles, settling into the armchair across from me with the ease of someone who doesn’t understand the concept of stress. “Normal is boring. You should thank me for making your life interesting.” I shoot him a look. “Oh, sure. I’ll send you a thank-you card as soon as I find one that says, ‘Thanks for the chaos and potential death.’” He leans back, stretching out like a smug cat. “You’re welcome.” Before I can launch into a tirade about his insufferable smugness, he pulls an ancient-looking ledger from the stack of dusty books on the coffee table. “Here,” he says, flipping it open. “What’s that?” I ask, sitting up. “Proof that
I pace the room like a caged animal, my nerves unraveling with every frantic step. My mind is a storm of questions and doubts. “What about Lilly? What about the pack? What about everything?” I whisper-yell to myself, clawing at my hair as if I can physically remove the panic from my head. “And Alexander! Oh my gosh, Alexander! He’s going to kill me! Or Luis! Or both of us!”Luis stands by the bookshelf, leaning casually against it, arms crossed like he doesn’t have a care in the world. His calmness is maddening. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, follow my every move, his expression unreadable.“Luis!” I stop pacing and point an accusing finger at him. “Say something! Don’t just stand there looking like you’re posing for a cologne ad!”His lips quirk into an infuriating smirk. “What do you want me to say, Agatha?”“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe something useful? Like, what does this mean? What do we mean? Or—wait. Do we mean anything at all?”Luis pushes off the shelf, his movements slow
The clock strikes midnight, and moonlight pours through the tall windows of the Vanderwilson library. The old wood creaks under the weight of silence, the kind that feels heavy enough to suffocate, but somehow thick enough to drown out the world. I sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by piles of yellowing ledgers and crinkling letters. I can almost feel the dust from centuries of forgotten words settling on my skin, but none of it is as suffocating as the weight in my chest.My fingers trail over the pages, tracing faded ink like I’m trying to read between the lines of my own life. But nothing makes sense. Every word is a riddle, a code that refuses to unlock itself."This feels pointless," I mutter, tossing another letter aside. It flutters to the floor with a dramatic thud, and I scowl at it like it personally offended me. "Every page is either vague or full of half-truths."Caroline’s voice flickers in my mind like a distant echo, low but persistent. You’re getting frustrated
Later that evening, the Vanderwilson mansion feels like a powder keg waiting to ignite. The air is heavy with unspoken tensions, and I’m ready to light the match. My steps echo down the grand hallway as I head toward Luis’s study, each one filled with more determination than the last.Pushing the door open without knocking, I find him seated behind a mahogany desk, casually scrolling through his tablet. The picture of calm composure.“Luis,” I say sharply, and his head snaps up, his dark brows knitting together.“Agatha?” His voice holds a mix of curiosity and concern. “You look like you’re ready to murder someone. Should I call for backup?”I slam the door behind me, the sound reverberating through the room. “If I were you, I’d start worrying about who I’m coming for.”He leans back in his chair, clearly trying to mask his surprise with nonchalance. “Alright, what’s this about?”I take a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. “I think your father had something to do with my dad
The air at Winterhill Estate feels heavier than I remember, a weight pressing down on my chest as I step through the grand entrance. The scent of pinewood and old leather still lingers, a haunting reminder of my childhood. I don’t bother greeting the maids or acknowledging the curious stares of pack members as I stride past them. My goal isn’t small talk or nostalgia; it’s answers."You're doing the right thing," Caroline murmurs in the back of my mind, her voice low and deliberate."Am I, though?" I reply, glancing at a portrait of my mother hanging on the wall, her smile eerily serene. My stomach churns. This place is a mausoleum of lies, and I’m here to dig up its secrets.The first stroke of luck is that Nick isn’t here. He’s off dealing with rogue attacks, which means I don&r
The mansion is too quiet, a silence that feels heavy, like it’s hiding something. Or maybe it’s just me hiding something. Either way, I can’t shake the tension hanging in the air, especially when Lilly is around. She’s been watching me more closely lately, her sharp eyes darting between Agatha and me like she’s trying to solve a riddle no one gave her the clues to.Mark is restless, pacing in the back of my mind. “You’re being obvious,” he mutters, his tone laced with amusement.“Am not,” I hiss back internally.“Are too. She’s staring at you right now.”I glance up, and sure enough, Lilly is watching me from across the hall with that signature Vanderwilson scrutiny. I force a smile, which she
The air in the Vanderwilson mansion feels thicker than usual, like the walls themselves are holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. My father has been watching me. No, studying me—the way I look at Agatha, the subtle exchanges between us that I thought went unnoticed. Turns out, nothing escapes Alexander Vanderwilson.I should have been more careful.Now he’s using his observations to twist the screws, manipulating me with carefully chosen words, always delivered with that smug, knowing look.“Stay focused, Luis,” he said earlier tonight, swirling his whiskey like he was discussing the weather instead of my life. “For the sake of the pack’s stability, your loyalty to Lilly is non-
It’s been three days since my awkward run-in with Luis’s father, and his words still echo in my mind. “We value respect and honesty in this house.” The irony of it burns like fire in my chest. If honesty were truly a virtue here, this mansion wouldn’t feel like a tomb stuffed with secrets.But right now, I have a bigger problem: my sister, Lilly.The conversation we had yesterday plays on a loop in my head like a bad soap opera. She’d cornered me in the kitchen after dinner, her voice soft but her eyes suspiciously red. “Agatha,” she started, her tone too careful, too measured, “how do you feel about Luis?”How do I feel about Luis? What does that even mean? He’s the man who saved me from my horrible stepfather, yet he’s also the guy who looks at me like I’m an unfinished puzzle missing the one piece he’ll never find. And now, I’m living under his roof with my sister—his wife.“Uh, he’s...fine?” I’d said, trying not to look as uncomfortable as I felt.Her lips pressed into a tight lin
Prologue The woods are alive, and not in the Disney-princess-singing-to-animals way. No, they’re alive in the “I’m going to eat you and laugh about it” kind of way. Every shadow feels like it’s plotting my downfall. Every crunch under my foot screams, “Here I am! Come and get me!” I’m trembling so hard I might as well be auditioning for a haunted house attraction. Dad marches ahead, calm as a cucumber—or at least trying to look like one. Me? I’m holding onto his jacket like it’s a lifeline, my nails probably leaving permanent holes. “Stay close,” he mutters. No problem there, Dad. I’m basically glued to you. Then I see them. Four Lycans. No, monsters. Each one looks like it’s been sculpted from nightmares. Muscles ripple under matted fur, and their glowing eyes fix on us like we’re the appetizer and dessert rolled into one. My legs turn to jelly. My brain says, “Run,” but my body replies, “Nope.” “Agatha, behind me,” Dad orders. His voice is steady, but I can feel the ten...
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