All Chapters of A night with my ex-husband’s step brother : Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

Lyra's POV The light that slipped through the curtains was thin and gray, like the kind that belonged to mornings that came too soon. Sleep hadn’t been kind to me because my mind was still tangled in the words Xavier had left me with the night yesterday. The more I thought about them, the more I realized they were words that felt less like promises and more like chains.I had no idea how I'd survived after that. If someone had muttered to me that, that was going to happen, then best believe that I would have laughed their heads off. I remembered gathering my clothes and waking out of Xavier's room after his little alliance, but anything after that, I was completely clueless. Somehow, I'd managed to end up in my bed, and in my own room, and even fallen asleep too. It wasn't the best rest I'd had, and if it were up to me, then best believe that the sun wouldn't have risen this early. Or at all even. By the time I sat up, the bed beside me was empty. The imprint of his body still li

Xavier’s POV The morning began in silence, and for a minute, I actually allowed myself to think that something good was going to come out of it. It was the kind that usually meant peace, but peace was fragile, easily shattered, like the breath before a scream.I felt the difference before anyone spoke a word. The air in the corridors was wrong, too still, too thin, and I hated that I couldn't pinpoint the reason why, despite how hard I tried to. Every instinct in me went taut, even my wolf said the same thing. I'd been told a number of times that I could smell deceit like blood, and this morning, it stank.By the time the first guard came stumbling into the hall, pale and stuttering, I already knew something was wrong. Horribly wrong. “She’s gone,” he said, his voice trembling witg fear and something else I couldn't name “Your Grace, the Luna, she…”“She, what?” My chair scraped across the floor as I stood. “Finish that sentence carefully. I dare you.” “We can’t find her anywh

Lyra's POV The road was nothing more than a jagged scar through the forest, narrow and half swallowed by mud. The wagon lurched with every bump on the road, throwing me against the splintered boards. My wrists burned beneath the ropes, and for a moment, I actually thought the damned things were going to cut through my bones. It wasn't possible, but you couldn't blame me. It was simply my paranoia speaking loudly in my ears. Every time the wheel hit a rock, the coarse fibers dug deeper, until I could feel the sting of blood on my skin.Great. Just fucking great. Rain had begun as a drizzle, soft enough to pretend it would stop soon, but it didn’t. It thickened into a relentless downpour that drowned the sound of the horses’ hooves and turned the forest into a curtain of gray.We’d been riding for hours, maybe more. It was hard to tell. The air was cold and metallic, full of the smell of wet leather and smoke.“Stop whining about the pace,” one of the men snapped from the front.