Lahat ng Kabanata ng Entangled Hearts : Mate To My Best Friend's Brother : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 49

The hallway felt longer today as I walked down. Today was the day. The day I was going to speak to Ava. I had replayed that fight in my head a hundred times since it happened—every word, every look, every moment her voice broke. I still felt awful. And maybe… embarrassed. I'd broken down in front of Jaxon over the weekend, My ankle had healed, the bruising had faded, and even though I still felt humiliated from breaking down in front of Jaxon over the weekend. Today wasn’t about him, It was about Ava. I turned the corner, and the noise of the hall felt like it doubled. Everyone’s eyes seemed to track me, whispers following behind like shadows. The drama of Jaxon beating up Trevor hadn’t died down. If anything, it was getting worse. Not that they cared about the truth. I caught the eyes of Kayla and her friends near the stairwell. Their glares were sharp, like knives thrown from across the room. They looked at me like I was something vile, like they wanted to rip my skin off a

"No need for introductions,” he said with a mocking tilt of his head. “I know exactly who you are. Everyone does. The Alpha’s golden daughter. Our pride. In fact, Maeve here told me so much about you " He smirked, his eyes flicking over to me. “In fact, it’s mostly your asshole of a brother she can’t stop talking about.” Carter didn’t seem fazed. Instead, he leaned in, kissed her hand again . The sight made my stomach turn, but I forced myself to look away. Ava yanked her hand back, wiping it on her jeans. “Ew. Gross. I already have a mate, stalker boy—you should know that since you were eavesdropping.” She winked at me. “And for the record? I’m rooting for you two, Maeve.” Carter clapped his hands once“Well, now that the awkward introductions are done and over with, can someone please tell me what the hell this ‘Lunar-whatever’ trip is?” I rolled my eyes. “Lunar Ridge Cabin Trip, genius.” He shrugged. “Whatever.” I glanced at Ava, who was practically vibrating with excitement, h

Maeve's pov The dress itched.It clung to my skin in all the wrong places, too tight around my waist and too loose at my shoulders, making me feel like I was drowning in fabric. My mother had insisted I wear something "respectable" for the Lunar Convergence, something that wouldn’t make us look like we had just rolled out of the woods. Apparently, my usual oversized sweaters and worn-out jeans weren’t appropriate for sacred traditions.I adjusted the dress, fighting the urge to scowl. I would have rather stayed in bed.Instead I stood before the Luna’s estate, a grand stone house that was covered in the soft glow of its windows. The warm scent of bread and roasted meat floated through the air, but I could only focus on the tightness in my chest.My mother carried two large baskets filled with freshly baked bread, pies, and spiced meats wrapped in cloth. Kyle and I each held a smaller tray—his stacked with sweet rolls, mine arranged with an assortment of pastries. The warmth of the

Maeve pov The murmurs of the pack quieted as Alpha Marcus stepped forward, Beside him, Luna Selene stood with her hands clasped in front of her, with a warm expression on her face. She met the eyes of those gathered, nodding to familiar faces.Then, Alpha Marcus spoke.“The Lunar Convergence,” he began, “is not just a celebration. It is a reminder of who we are, of what binds us together. The moon grants us strength, fuels our spirits, She is our guide, our guardian, the source of our instincts and strength. And we, in turn, honor it. This night marks the shift in the lunar cycle—a renewal of power for the pack.”Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. I felt it too—that weird feeling was stirring in my blood."The moon has watched over us for generations," the continued, her voice gentler but no less powerful. " And tonight, as she reaches her peak, we honor her, as we have always done.""Our ancestors honored today as a time of renewal,” the Luna continued. “It is a reminde

I wanted to scream. Not from the pain in my ankle or the ache in my chest, but from the sheer frustration of the moment—of him. The way he looked at me like I was made of glass, like I hadn’t just laid my heart bare in a grocery aisle filled with crushed pads and cheap candy bars. “You know everything you touch—” I started, my voice shaking as I leaned on the counter for balance. “You keep telling me I’m pathetic. That I’d never be a good Luna. You’ve said that crap a hundred times like it’s gospel.” He flinched. Good. “And yet—” I sucked in a breath, swiping furiously at the tears dripping down my cheeks. “Yet you beat the hell out of Trevor when he said stuff about me. You glared holes into Carter when he flirted with me. What the hell do you want, Jaxon? Why can’t you just let me be?” I didn’t mean to cry. I hated crying in front of him. Maybe it was the hormones, or the bond, or the fact that my ankle throbbed like it was trying to detach itself from my body. But mostly—i