All Chapters of Mated To My Step-brother And His Best friend: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

EVE.My eyelids felt so heavy as I struggled to pull them open. My body felt like stone, every limb weighed down, but something didn’t sit right.The smell.It wasn’t Kyrie. Kyrie smelled like cedar and something peaceful and soothing, like the faint edge of his cologne clinging to sheets that had held him for hours. This smell was sharper, darker, deadlier... like smoke and steel.My stomach dropped.I forced my eyes open.I wasn’t on Kyrie’s bed. The sheets weren’t his. The curtains weren’t his. My pulse banged in my ears when I realized this wasn’t even his room.And he wasn't even the one sitting beside the vanity table, looking at me intently.It was Saint.His posture was too calm, and his stare too steady. His eyes pinned me like I was nailed in place.I jerked upright so fast my knees hit the mattress hard, dragging me into a kneeling position. My hands trembled uncontrollably. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted out.He looked so terrifying that I thought he'd sna

KYRIE.My blood was a live wire. It felt like someone had struck a match under my skin and left it burning. I could taste copper on my tongue every time Saint smiled like he owned the world — and Eve.Saint was enjoying every second of this. He was at an advantage here because Eve fucking lives in his house. He’d already built the scaffolding to make her his and the rest of the world look like fools for even thinking otherwise. The fact that he didn’t see anything wrong with fucking someone who ought to be family — that raw, casual ownership — made something inside me harden.This was his pack. I couldn't even keep her in my own house. Everyone will confirm the rumor Saint had already spread about me. Right now, everyone had started looking at me sideways, and suddenly, I was the villain in a story Saint wrote to make himself look noble.They looked at me like they didn't recognize their Beta, who had laid down his life for them more times than they could count.In fact, I also heard

EVE."One more move against her and I'll snap your fucking neck, Saint," Kyrie said as he shut the door behind him.Saint turned slowly with a scowl on his face. "My house stopped being open to you the moment you defied me, Kyrie." He said through gritted teeth, "You don't get to barge in uninvited."Kyrie scoffed and took a step closer, "My girlfriend lives here. I can do whatever I want."Saint's countenance turned deadly. "Your what?""You heard me. She said yes to me a few days ago. She's mine, brother. Let her go." Kyrie said with slight triumph in his tone, and from the look of things, Saint wasn't having it.Saint slowly turned to me with rage in his eyes, tightening his grip on my arm, "He fucked you that well, hm? Or you're simply that cheap?""I guess you can't outplay fate. What's mine remains mine. Even though you tried to double-cross me." Kyrie placed his hand on Saint's shoulder, "Now, let my woman go."Saint let me go and turned to face Kyrie. "I had her first. I found

EVE.I was dressed for class and felt like a joke in a costume I didn’t pick. The mirror gave me a girl who looked steady and normal. The inside didn’t match. My head kept replaying all the times I’d disappeared from school. I won't be surprised if I'm turned into a laughing stock in school because of my instability. All thanks to the men in my life.My phone was still missing. I’d torn the house apart for it—drawers, couch cushions, under the bed, even the laundry room. Nothing. When I asked Saint, he smirked and told me to “ask Kyrie.” I told him Kyrie didn’t have it. He shrugged like gravity bored him.Funny how I believed Kyrie over him, despite all he'd been doing to make me see Kyrie as the villain. That belief scared me almost as much as it kept me breathing."Hey. Ready yet?" Saint asked as he came down to the dining room.I tried and failed not to let my heart skip a beat. He didn't like it w

EVE.I listened as his car sped off the driveway. My heart thudded so hard it felt like it might echo, at the risk I was about to take.I quickly put on a shirt over my nightie and carefully walked out the door, expecting one of Saint’s guards to bark my name, drag me back, and radio him. But no one said a word.That's strange.I walked faster, then slower, scanning faces. Not a single one of them moved. No “Miss Eve.” No side glances. No footsteps behind me.The silence was wrong. It felt staged. Their eyes followed me without following me — like they’d been told to watch but not touch. My stomach flipped.But Kyrie mattered more than whatever game they were playing. If I didn’t go now, there might not be a later. So, I kept moving.Every gust of wind felt like Saint’s breath on my neck.By the time I reached Kyrie’s place, my chest was tight and my throat dry. I knocked on the d