All Chapters of Mated To My Step-brother And His Best friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SAINT."Wait... Please... Stop... I can't..."That fucking unforgettable voice has been stuck in my head for eight goddamn months, constantly haunting the walls of my skull.She was so weak that she could barely keep up with the bargain we made.Pathetic.And even after her incompetence, she had the nerve to steal from me.If I ever find her again in this lifetime, hell, even in the next, I’ll make sure she regrets every single breath she took after stealing from me. She’ll wish she'd never taken what wasn’t hers.I don’t care if it takes months or years. I’ll make her regret that night until her last breath.I’ve always hated that miserable excuse of a town. I heard the people there were nothing but bottom-feeders... thieves, addicts, liars, and abusers. And just the first time I and Kyrie set foot in there, we got hit.While I was robbed of my expensive Rolex watch, which could buy the entire wretched town, Kyrie had his common sense and his heart stolen by the same woman I'd give a

KYRIE."What the fuck do you mean, Cole?" I snarled, my fists slamming into the punching bag like it owed me something. My knuckles burned, but I didn’t stop. The fury needed an outlet."Deals run outside of the club isn't the club's business. No one seems to have even noticed you in the club, let alone know which of the girls you left with," Cole explained from the other end of the line. "It wasn't flagged."I hit the bag harder, and it rocked violently on the chain."Most girls tend to cheat the club. They secretly leave with clients and keep the whole buck to themselves. I guess that's what she did," He added, and I felt more adrenaline pumping through my body.Fuck!That night at the RavenSquare Pack – some rundown, barely-breathing scrap of a territory – changed everything.Saint and I had just gone there to keep an eye on our latest target, and after the day's job, we decided that having a good fuck won't be a bad idea.It was meant to be something casual, just to let off steam

EVE.“Breathe, Eve… Just fucking breathe…”I'd been whispering that mantra for over two hours now, over and over again, ever since I saw him.No. No, no, no. There's no way in hell he'd recognize me.I had a mask on that night. A thick velvet one. And even when it slipped halfway through, they were too busy to notice anything beyond what they were doing to me.But then… why the hell had he been staring at me without blinking or moving? Like a predator who'd just found the scent of the prey that got away.His eyes.God. His eyes.He'd been watching my every move. His cold, deathly steel grey eyes sent chills down my spine, piercing through layers I didn't even know I had. Every time I dared glance in his direction, he was watching me, almost as if he was waiting for me to run.I mean... These men have been looking for me for months now. There is no way I'd give myself up to be caught and punished by them. Although the other man didn't show any sign of surprise or anger when he looked a

KYRIE.I know I have one of the best memories in the world, but this time... it was like my memory was playing tricks on me.I knew I had seen those eyes before. But the question remains... Where? I had been fighting with my instinct since Saint and I walked into the hall, and my gaze rested on the woman I had come to know as Eve.Every instinct in me screamed that she was the girl from that night. The one Saint and I had been searching for like lunatics. The one who disappeared after stealing from us. The one who had haunted the darker corners of my mind.They both had the exact same eyes. Deep, blue, endless eyes. But... what if I was wrong? What if they weren't the same person?If there is anything I hate with a passion, it’s embarrassment. What should I ask her? "Hey, were you the one i and my best friend fucked some months ago?"Yeah. That would go over well.And if I was wrong? She'd either slap me or faint from the shock. And I'd be the idiot who mistook Saint's stepsister for

EVE.After dinner, I practically bolted back to my room the second it was polite enough to do so. I just mumbled something about being tired and slipped away.Saint had left not long after he arrived.He didn't say goodbye. Not that I expected him to. He just stood, placed his napkin beside his plate, and walked out like the rest of us weren't even there.Let him stay gone, please.The moment I shut my door, I exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled off my clothes and slipped into the soft pink nightie I'd picked earlier.I tied my hair into a bun and let my bare feet sink into the rug as I moved to sit on the bed. Just a few hours in this place and I already felt like a caged animal. It was as if the walls were also watching me.But at least the day was over. At least I could finally sleep.Tomorrow will be Sunday. So, first thing in the morning, I'll talk to Mum about not staying in this pack. Besides, one of my strong reasons would