All Chapters of Mated to My New Stepbrother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mira’s povShe read through it over and over again as she looked at me like I had just stabbed her.She sighed and pinned her butt down on her seat as she looked at me with confused eyes.“You really want to go for this thing?” She asked as I shrugged.“I don’t know?”“What do you mean you don’t know?”There was a sort of silence between us then too. Not an angry silence or anything… just kind of sad. The way you’d try not to let yourself get disappointed.“I don’t know: I’m still thinking about it,” was my answer as I burped and apologized with a wave of my hand. She could see that I was clearly wasted.“Then I need your decision by morning,” she said finally, voice softer now. “We’ll talk about it then.”I nodded and got up. I had no fucking idea what I was doing. Or where the sudden lead weight in my chest had come from. The wine was still swirling through me, thick and dumb, but my legs just started moving— step after step on their own— out of her office and down the hallway.Hal

Mira’s povI woke up with a headache that gnawed on the back of my eyes and ate at my brain. I could taste alcohol on my mouth and even then I shook my head to keep away the lights from blinding me.What the fuck had I done last night?I starred trying to remember eveeyth bg I had done last night.Zane. The bar. The mail.Kayden.I thought for a while before sigj bg and closing my eyes.“Fuck!” I slowly yelled as I tried to get up but my joints ached while walking.I headed into the bathroom to try to clear my head as I turned on the water and let it hit my skin. It was freezing but I probably deserved it. Soon enough I adjusted to the temperature and I started to get back myself as it started to feel calming.I stayed under it too long. I needed to get my sanity back.After a couple more minutes, I dragged myself up as I headed to the mirror and cleaned myself with the towel hanging there.My eyes were red and puffy looking. I didn’t even reach for my make-up bag. Why bother? I was

Mira’s povBreakfast was quieter than usual.It was the kind that didn’t sit right with you. I sat across from Zane as she ate her meals while looking at me stare into space.“What’s wrong?” She asked as I shrugged and played with my food. My fork stabbing the eggs in a dramatic way.“Nothing,” was all I could say.“You’re not going to eat that?” She asked as she pointed to my untouched toast.I shrugged. “Not hungry.”Zane raised an eyebrow and paused mid-chew. “Okay… that’s the third time this week. Mira, what’s going on with you?”I leaned back in my seat, rubbing my face with both hands. “It’s nothing. I’m just tired. That’s all.”She swallowed, dropped her fork, and gave me a look. The kind of look a best friend in concern would give.“Is it about you leaving the pack?” she asked.I bit my lip and looked away, my eyes landing on the window where a few kids from the warrior training squad were sparring on the grass. So full of energy. Like nothing could break them. I envied that.

Mira’s povZane’s phone buzzed on the couch between us, the sound muffled under one of the throw pillows we’d thrown there while doubled over laughing. She leaned over, still grinning from whatever dumb thing Kim had just said about boys having “two brain cells between all of them,” and fished it out.Zane looked at her and sighed as her smile disappeared.“Oh great. It’s mum,” she said. “Hold on I gotta take this.”I nodded as she swiped and answered.“Hey mum,” she paused for a while to listen before nodding. “No I didn’t forget… okay whatever I’ll be home soon.”She then cut the call and looked at me. “Mum says it’s late so she wants me home early. My cousin’s in town and she’s cooking my favorite meal and doesn’t want it ‘to go to waste.’” She rolled her eyes and got up as I did the same, but before I could tell her anything, a knock came on the door.“Come in,” I said as the door opened up and Kim’s mom got in.She looked around and smiled. “It’s almost like you all are having f

Mira’s pov“Good evening,” was all I could say as I walked towards them.My stepfather looked up from the head of the table—Alpha posture, shoulders straight, jaw set. “Mira,” he said, as if my name were a greeting and an order to get in my seat already. My mother flashed me a smile.“I…” I waved vaguely toward the hallways. They knew where I’d been. they didn’t want me late anyway. I slipped into the chair beside Kayden directly across from Jamie and wished instantly that I’d chosen someplace elseKayden was chewing slowly, eyes flicking at me like I’d interrupted his peaceful dinner. Jamie smirked, not that I could tell who she meant it for – me or just her face. Either way, I didn’t look at her and concentrated on dishing soup into my own bowl.“So,” my mother began cutting through the quiet clinking of silver on porcelain. “How are things with your new friend?”I looked up, halfway through the act of bringing a spoonful of cereal to my mouth. “Kim? Oh, um. She’s,” I shrugged best