Semua Bab My mate is my brother-in-law and the alpha: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The air at Winterhill Estate feels heavier than I remember, a weight pressing down on my chest as I step through the grand entrance. The scent of pinewood and old leather still lingers, a haunting reminder of my childhood. I don’t bother greeting the maids or acknowledging the curious stares of pack members as I stride past them. My goal isn’t small talk or nostalgia; it’s answers."You're doing the right thing," Caroline murmurs in the back of my mind, her voice low and deliberate."Am I, though?" I reply, glancing at a portrait of my mother hanging on the wall, her smile eerily serene. My stomach churns. This place is a mausoleum of lies, and I’m here to dig up its secrets.The first stroke of luck is that Nick isn’t here. He’s off dealing with rogue attacks, which means I don&r

The clock strikes midnight, and moonlight pours through the tall windows of the Vanderwilson library. The old wood creaks under the weight of silence, the kind that feels heavy enough to suffocate, but somehow thick enough to drown out the world. I sit cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by piles of yellowing ledgers and crinkling letters. I can almost feel the dust from centuries of forgotten words settling on my skin, but none of it is as suffocating as the weight in my chest.My fingers trail over the pages, tracing faded ink like I’m trying to read between the lines of my own life. But nothing makes sense. Every word is a riddle, a code that refuses to unlock itself."This feels pointless," I mutter, tossing another letter aside. It flutters to the floor with a dramatic thud, and I scowl at it like it personally offended me. "Every page is either vague or full of half-truths."Caroline’s voice flickers in my mind like a distant echo, low but persistent. You’re getting frustrated

The door slams shut behind Amelia, her footsteps echoing down the hall like an announcement of her righteous irritation. I flop onto the couch, groaning dramatically. “Luis,” I say, my voice muffled against the cushions. “Why is my life like this? Why can’t I have normal problems, like running out of coffee or forgetting my Nest-fix password?” Luis chuckles, settling into the armchair across from me with the ease of someone who doesn’t understand the concept of stress. “Normal is boring. You should thank me for making your life interesting.” I shoot him a look. “Oh, sure. I’ll send you a thank-you card as soon as I find one that says, ‘Thanks for the chaos and potential death.’” He leans back, stretching out like a smug cat. “You’re welcome.” Before I can launch into a tirade about his insufferable smugness, he pulls an ancient-looking ledger from the stack of dusty books on the coffee table. “Here,” he says, flipping it open. “What’s that?” I ask, sitting up. “Proof that

The moment we step into Winter Fall, it feels like we’ve walked into a horror movie. The trees are taller, their twisted branches reaching for the sky like they’re trying to grab the moon. The air is cold, but not the kind that makes you shiver—it’s the kind that sinks into your bones and whispers, Turn back while you still can.“This place gives me the creeps,” I mutter, my eyes darting around the shadows that seem to move even when the wind isn’t blowing.Luis, as usual, is completely unfazed, his smirk as irritating as ever. “You just don’t appreciate the thrill of adventure.”“Adventure?” I snort. “I’ve had plenty of adventures. Like that time your sister and I were running for our lives on campus because of rogue wolves. Or have you forgotten that little detail?”Luis shrugs, clearly unimpressed. “That was different. This is a controlled adventure.”“Controlled?” I roll my eyes. “This is a suicide mission with extra steps, Luis.”We press on, the glowing symbols on Luis’s map cas

Nick strolled down the marble corridor of the Vanderwilson mansion, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. He had just finished an intense meeting with Alexander, the former Alpha of the pack and Luis’s father. While the conversation had left him rattled—Alexander always had that effect—Nick’s confidence quickly returned. He had a plan. A ridiculous, morally bankrupt plan, but a plan nonetheless.Stopping in front of a familiar door, Nick smirked. Amelia’s room. The youngest daughter of Alexander and Luis’s half-sister. Nick had always known how to pick his marks, and Amelia was perfect: young, impressionable, and desperate for attention.With a swift glance down the hallway to ensure no one was watching, Nick turned the knob and slipped inside.The room was a riot of pastel colors, fluffy pillows, and an overwhelming number of stuffed animals. Nick wrinkled his nose. It was like walking into a sugar-coated fever dream.Amelia looked up from her desk, her face lighting up the