Semua Bab My mate is my brother-in-law and the alpha: Bab 11 - Bab 20

11:49 pm…The night before Lilly's wedding feels like it's dragging on forever. I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling, feeling like I’m stuck in some weird dream that just won’t end. The whole house is buzzing with wedding madness, but my brain is... well, it's everywhere. I can’t turn it off. Secrets, lies, everything just feels like it's stacking up, one heavy brick after another.I toss and turn, feeling like I’m swimming through a sea of thoughts. I mean, seriously, who knew weddings could be so... overwhelming? The house has been nonstop chaos for the last few days—people everywhere, flowers everywhere, that sickly sweet smell of expensive perfume that makes me feel like I’m suffocating. I hear people laughing and gossiping about Lilly and Luis, the "perfect" match between the Winter Hill and Vanderwilson packs. But honestly? Every word just feels fake, like someone put the perfect filter over everything and no one’s willing to admit the cracks.Somehow, in the middle of all thi

The morning is freezing. Like, “I can see my breath” freezing. The air is biting through the mansion like it has some serious business to do. I swear the walls of this place are colder than my ex’s heart. Today’s the day Lilly gets married to Luis. Yippee. It’s the grand event I’ve been looking forward to... not really. The whole thing feels like one big, fancy drama. I’m just supposed to be there, smiling and pretending everything’s fine. Like I’m not the one who’s about to start crying in the middle of the ceremony. So, yeah, no pressure.As I walk down the hallway, I can hear people laughing and chatting. I’m like, “How are they so happy? What’s going on here?” The guests are already piling in with their shiny dresses, sparkly jewelry, and that fake joy that screams, “I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’ll act like I do.” I try to relax my shoulders and not look like I’m about to cry or throw up or both.“Agatha!” My mom’s voice stops me in my tracks. She’s standing by the firep

With just a week until my 21st birthday, I’d braced myself for a quiet countdown to inevitable disappointment. Instead, chaos has taken over my life, thanks mostly to Matt.Luis’s younger brother has turned out to be a walking sitcom. Spending almost every day with him after school has been like starring in my own comedy series. We escape the grandiosity of the Vanderwilson mansion and stumble into moments that feel stolen from a rom-com blooper reel. The kiss after Lilly’s wedding night? It still hangs between us like an awkward third wheel. Matt pretends it didn’t happen, though his lingering looks tell a different story. I’m just grateful he hasn’t brought it up because I might combust from embarrassment.School, which used to feel like a prison sentence, has morphed into something out of a buddy comedy, thanks to Matt introducing me to his friends.First, there’s Sarah. She’s the kind of person who’d laugh at her own jokes before she finishes telling them. Her wild blonde curls mat

I doubled over, clutching my sides, feeling like I’d swallowed a firecracker. My insides twisted, snapped, and popped like someone had decided my skeleton needed a remodel. Spoiler: they were right.“Oh no. Oh no, no, no—this isn’t happening!” I groaned, my voice climbing several octaves. My bones felt like they were having an argument about where they should go.“What’s happening?” Nick’s panicked voice broke through my haze of agony.I gasped, my vision swimming. “I’m...shifting!”Nick stared at me like I’d just sprouted antlers. His hands flailed uselessly in the air. “Can’t you, like, not do that right now?!”“Gosh, Nick,” I snarled, feeling my teeth sharpen mid-sentence. “What a fantastic idea! Let me just cancel the werewolf apocalypse happening inside me!”Luis didn’t say a word. He just stood there, tall, stoic, and annoyingly calm, his golden Lycan eyes locked on me like he was waiting for me to finish embarrassing myself.I looked up, locking eyes with him. And for a split se

Chapter 20: Ghosts of the PastThe air feels heavy, suffused with an intensity that makes every nerve in my body stand on edge. Luis steps in front of me, his shoulders squared, his Alpha aura rolling off him in waves as he faces the eight rogue wolves standing in the middle of the quad. Their presence feels like a scar torn open, bleeding memories I’ve buried so deep I almost convinced myself they weren’t real.But now, the edges of those memories are fraying, unraveling in my mind like threads I can’t grasp.Caroline growls softly in my head, her voice sharp and protective. “Stay alert. Something’s not right here, Agatha. I don’t trust them.”Neither do I.I watch them carefully, trying to process everything about them. The woman with snow-white hair stands out first, her long, straight locks gleaming like moonlight. Her blue eyes are cold, distant, as though she’s weighing the cost of standing here. Next to her is a woman with copper-colored hair that cascades over her shoulders, he