บททั้งหมดของ Mated to my Brother's First Love: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

"Are you sure about this, Alpha Romulo?" the wolf who expressed his disapproval is one of our alpha's betas. "I mean, this is news to us. This is evidence of betrayal by the pack. Our werewolf pack to be exact. We should arrest him." All the werewolf guardian in the room nodded in agreement, supportng the beta's idea of arresting me. But I cannot blame them to feel betrayed. Even I, myself, find this confession a betrayal to the pack. However, confessing my hidden secret was supposed to be against my will but it was also the only way for Alpha Romulo to believe me. Everyone listens to him alone. They follow his words. "We should not keep a traitor in our pack, Alpha Romulo." sauggests one of the werewolf guardians. "If the rest of the packs in the world know about this, they will probably despise you." "Does Ezekiel knows about this too?" Alpha Romulo finally spoke up albeit the tension in the room was already inevitable. Everyone agreed to my imprisonment. But upon

"No, you can't, Penelope. I'm so sorry." I quickly disagreed and insisted. "We still don't know who is the man behind the call. What if the man was one of the witches? What if it was part of their plan to lure me there?" I was about to let go of her hand but she pulled me back by force, closer to her chest. She then wrapped her arms around me. A lot of bypassers saw us and gave us these weird looks. However, we simply ignored them. I wrapped my arms around her as well. She gently rubbed my back. "Relax, Ethan," she uttered, her voice filled with faith, hope, and love. "You don't have to get things done alone, okay? You have me, your mate. I will never leave your side." Penelope's statement softened me, giving me a hard time thinking things through. A part of me doesn't want to involve her furthermore. But I know she already fixed her mind. And nothing can change or convince her anymore. Arguing with her is not the best solution either. So Penelope and I sprint

"What about Penelope? Are you sure we don't need her here?" Aiden added before we hopped out of the car. "Penelope choose to stay with her parents, Aiden," I replied. "It would be better if we are not going to involve her in this mess. She also had the protection spell just like you and the rest of the pack. No one can hurt her right now." Aiden nodded in agreement. "Also, I need you to do something for me if things go south," I added. "I need you to stay with her if something bad happens to me. Do you understand?" From an agreement, Aiden furrowed this time. "You put effort into this case, Brother Ethan. Penelope and I trusted you. Stay with her since you are his mate. I made a lot of mistakes in the past. Caused you troubles. Even wished that she would choose me instead of you." My wolf could feel the warmth of Aiden's sincerity as he kept on talking. One thing that I want him to be on Penelope's side after my battle against the witches. Whatever the resu

Several long curve lines were written all over my face in disbelief. If my partly curious and confused brain serves me right, Aiden and I were having an emotional conversation in my room regarding the book. Then there were these specks of dust and tornado that swallowed us both. I know it was some sort of magic, but I did not expect to appear in this hell of a place. So I rubbed my eyes, believing I am just imagining things. Still, I found myself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stone walls and iron bars. The air felt stagnant, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of murmured conversations. I glanced around and realized I was in an old-fashioned holding cell. Panic gripped my heart as I realized my companion, Aiden, was not with me. The cell's occupants were an assortment of men and women, young and old. What struck me the most was their clothes. It was as if I had been transported back in time, for each person wore clothes that harked back to bygone eras

"You mean, there was another holding cell apart from ours?" I asked her, my voice was filled with faith and hope. Luciana nodded her head without even looking at me. There was no hope in her face as far as I sense it. "There is. Every crime was locked up in different holding cells," she replied. "Ours belonged to those who they believed used or caught practicing dark magic. Those who believed werewolves have their own holding cells. The same us criminals." "Do you, by chance, use magic?" I finally asked her the question that has been bothering me since I joined their holding cell. "I mean, I do believe magic exists. That was what happened to me and my brother. We were simply arguing about something but then all of a sudden, I woke up in this place." Luciana suddenly heaved a profound sigh. Still, she did not move her face out of the sky. "I know nothing about magic, young man. Isn't it ironic that if I used magic, I kept myself locked up in that hell of a place? Of cou