Lahat ng Kabanata ng My mate is my brother-in-law and the alpha: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The words from the note echo in my mind: You’re not who you think you are.My hands tremble, the envelope slipping from my grip and floating to the floor like a feather, though it feels as heavy as a boulder in my chest. My breathing becomes uneven, a shallow rhythm that does nothing to quell the rising storm within me.“What does that even mean?” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.A chill creeps down my spine, and my thoughts scatter in every direction. Who sent this? One of the rogues? But why? What do they know about me that I don’t?I begin pacing, the four walls of the dorm room shrinking, closing in. My chest tightens, and it feels as if I’m suffocating. My fingers claw at my neck instinctively, but no invisible rope is choking me—it’s just panic taking hold.“Agatha, calm down,” Caroline’s voice cuts through the chaos in my head. It’s firm, but there’s a sharp edge to it. “Your emotions are all over the place, and it’s making it harder for me to t

LUISThe morning air crackles with anticipation. Even before the whispers reach my ears, I can feel the energy shift in the packhouse. Something monumental is happening. By the time I step out of my room, the halls are already buzzing with pack members. Nervous glances are exchanged, whispers hissed under breaths."Alpha Conrad is back."The words hit me like a thunderclap. My father, the former Alpha of the Vanderwilson pack, the one who started a war and left us to fight it, has returned after years of absence. For a moment, I’m frozen. My heart pounds, and Mark stirs uneasily in my mind.Why now?Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the grand hall before I see him. The crowd parts like the Red Sea, and there he is—Alpha Conrad Vanderwilson. He’s even more imposing than I remember, his sheer presence dominating the room. His jet-black hair, streaked with gray, is slicked back, and his piercing gold eyes sweep over everyone like a predator surveying his prey. His aura is suffocating

It’s been a few days since the Matt-kiss disaster, and the memory still burns brighter than a solar flare. Caroline hasn’t let me forget it either, gleefully replaying Luis’s scowl every chance she gets.“Do you think he was mad because he wanted to kiss us? Or because Matt actually did?”“Shut up, Caroline,” I mutter, brushing past a low branch as I stalk through the woods near the Vanderwilson estate.My wolf huffs, the sound full of amusement. “You’re no fun. You know, it’s been three days, and Luis is nowhere to be found. Maybe he’s stewing. Brooding. Imagining all the ways he could—”“Caroline!”“—ruin his brother's existence,” she finishes with a snicker.I roll my eyes and focus on the task at hand. The woods are unusually quiet today, the kind of silence that sets my teeth on edge. Luis may be ignoring me completely, but I’ve thrown myself into something much bigger to keep my mind busy: the rogue problem.They’ve been getting bolder, striking closer and closer to Vanderwilson

Standing at the doorstep of the Vanderwilson mansion, I grip the handles of my suitcases as though they’re the only things anchoring me to the ground. The cold air wraps around me, biting at my skin, but I barely feel it. My eyes are fixed on the sprawling mansion before me, its towering arches and intricate stone carvings practically dripping with opulence.“I would have never thought there’d be a day where I’d resent this place,” I mutter internally to Caroline, my wolf. “Is it too late to go back to campus?”Caroline snorts. “Oh, sure. Let’s run back to the campus crawling with rogues. Fantastic idea. You want me to call the ambulance now, or should we wait for the rogue to chew through your leg first?”“I’m just saying,” I grumble. &ld

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