บททั้งหมดของ My brother-in-law is my mate: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Alex My head throbbed like a drumbeat, each pulse heavier than the last. I forced my eyes open, but the world around me was a distorted blur. Everything felt upside down. My temples screamed, and I had to shut my eyes again to block out the spinning. My breaths were shallow, each a struggle against the sour air filling my lungs.My vision sharpened when I opened my eyes again, though I wished it hadn’t. My arms and legs were bound with heavy chains that dug into my skin. I tested the restraints, pulling gently at first, then harder. The metal links didn’t even budge. My body felt like lead, and my muscles screamed in protest. The acrid stench of manure and hay assaulted me, forcing me to swallow down bile. The ground beneath me was cold, damp, and covered in muck that clung to my clothes and skin.I lay flat on my back, feeling like discarded trash. This was Byron’s doing. I knew it without a doubt. The bastard had finally gotten the upper hand. I closed my eyes again, trying to focu

Alexis I stood behind Gianna in the large dressing room, adjusting the necklace Byron had bought for her. The chandelier earrings dangled in her ears. Her reflection in the mirror was every bit the picture of a Luna in waiting. Meanwhile, I looked like a shadow behind her, dressed in simple clothes.Gianna let out a sharp, bitter chuckle. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, glancing at me through the mirror. “Byron cheats on you with Kiara for years, and now the whole pack thinks humiliating you like this is perfectly acceptable. Where’s the justice in that?”I forced a tight smile and reached for the red gown on the nearby rack. It was stunning, with embellishments scattered throughout the embroidery and a long, flowing train that screamed wealth and status. “Wear this,” I said softly, laying it on the chair beside her.“This world is a man’s playground,” I added, my voice almost mechanical. “They can destroy lives, cheat, and get away with it. But if a woman dares to do even a frac

Alexis The hall was hot with tension. Byron spoke with self-righteousness as he claimed every right to his position. My stomach churned with dread when he declared, in a sickeningly triumphant tone, "If adults can lie against me, at least a child can never lie."My heart raced as my mind connected the dots. Byron was going to use Valen—my baby—against me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to steady my breathing. They had spent days programming Valen, twisting his little mind to love Byron and see Alex and me as villains. I glanced at Gianna, clutching her arm as my knees nearly buckled.Gianna tightened her grip on me, whispering fiercely, “Stay calm. He's just putting on a show. He won't win.”“How can you say that?” my voice trembled with panic. “He’s going to traumatize my son. My little boy!”Before Gianna could respond, the hall doors opened. Valen’s nanny walked in, holding his hand, followed by a guard with a rifle slung over his shoulder. My baby’s innocent face came into

AlexI woke up to find Alexis curled up at the far edge of the bed, as if the mattress itself had offended her. She was clinging to the very edge, one leg practically dangling off. If she moved an inch further, she’d end up on the floor. I sighed and reached over, pulling her closer before she could complete her escape attempt. She stirred a little but didn’t wake, her face still etched with an uneasy expression even in sleep.I adjusted the duvet over her and stared at her face. She looked so peaceful, yet haunted at the same time. Her brows furrowed slightly, as though she were battling something in her dreams. This past month had been a living nightmare for both of us, and I was relieved that, for now, we had a moment of calm. She deserved this break, even if her subconscious didn’t seem to agree.Then she mumbled something incoherent, her lips barely moving. It made me smile, but when her eyes fluttered open and she yawned, my grin widened. I leaned over her, half-serious, half-te

Alexis Another thing I wished I could avoid aside from the ghost of Byron was my pre-installment as Luna. The thought of it made my stomach churn. Despite Alex bringing morality and justice to the pack, some people still saw me as nothing more than a gold digger, a woman who had used two brothers to claw her way into the Campbell name.I didn’t need anyone to spell it out for me. The disdain was like an unshakable stench that followed me wherever I went. They saw me as the bad apple who'd driven a wedge between Byron and Alex. And if that wasn’t enough, they twisted the story further, questioning how I could have confused the two brothers. I could live with their lies, but what mattered most was protecting my son and keeping him far from their toxicity.This became obvious as I addressed a gathering of my age grade—future council members who would soon be formally installed. The room was a mix of men and women. The men reeked of arrogance and misogyny, while the women picked apart m