บททั้งหมดของ Neglected by mate, Accepted by his brother : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“Wait.” Zackeil paused, lowering his sword to his side. Lucas said… wait? A small flicker of hope sparked inside me. The crowd turned to him, confused by his sudden command. “Beheading her is too simple a death,” he growled, his jaw clenched. “I want you to suffer, Maddena. For betraying my love… for making me a fool.” He gritted his teeth and turned to Zackeil. “Sit her up.” Zackeil removed my head from the chopping block and yanked me upright, twisting my arms behind my back. “Bring the transparent coffin,” Lucas ordered coldly. My heart nearly exploded in my chest. No. No. No. Being beheaded would’ve been better than being sealed alive inside a transparent coffin. “Please, no!” I begged, my lips trembling. “You have to believe me. Why would I betray you, Lucas? Why would I ever cheat on you? Please, forgive me...” Slap! A loud yelp escaped my mouth as his hand struck my face. The force sent me crashing back down to the floor. I struggled to lift myself, the chains s

I sat up from the bed instantly, my heart pounding wildly. The middle-aged woman’s face flickered between surprise and concern at my sudden movement. “Careful, dear,” she rushed toward me, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly. “Was the woman wearing a red silk rose gown?” I asked, my voice trembling with curiosity. I prayed what I was thinking wasn’t true. The woman looked puzzled and shook her head. “No, she wasn’t. She wore a blue ball gown, and her hair was pure white,” the healer answered gently. I sighed in relief, sinking back into the bed. "I don’t even own a blue gown… or have white hair. So how could someone with that appearance look like me?" I thought, eyes fixed on the chandelier above. “Dear… you do realize you’re two weeks pregnant, right?” Her voice cut through my thoughts, and I jolted slightly, my brows pulling together. Two weeks? But the pack healer said I was only one week pregnant. “Thank you for telling me,” I said sl

“You’re carrying Damien’s heir.” My heart stopped. My lungs tightened, hands trembling. The excitement in her eyes unsettled me. Damien’s heir? How is that even possible? There must be some mistake. “What?” I asked, my breath hitching. She furrowed her brows slightly. “I sai—” “Ma’am Elena!” A soft, warm voice called from behind. I turned sharply—it was Elizabeth, my personal maid. Immediately, I snapped my head back toward the old woman. To my horror, she was gone. My eyes reeled in shock as I stared around in confusion. “Where is she?” I whispered. Elizabeth’s footsteps echoed as she rushed toward me. “Who are you talking about, Miss Elena?” she asked softly, scanning the empty garden, her face filled with perplexity. “The old lady…” My voice was low, shaky but audible. “Ma’am, we should leave now. There’s no one here. I’m sure you didn’t see anyone.” I bit down on my lips. I couldn’t argue, couldn’t even explain. I wasn’t sure if what the woman had said was tru

“How do you think she will feel, knowing fully well you are the father? This is getting more interesting than I thought.” Damien’s expression didn’t flinch. He stood tall, cold and dangerous, his broad shoulders stiffened as he stared out the wide window overlooking his pack lands. His presence was like ice, sharp and unyielding. The flicker of a smirk tugged at his lips, not because he was amused, but because of the irritating words of the man behind him. Zechariah. Zechariah lounged arrogantly in Damien’s grand chair, the seat of power he had no right to occupy, his long legs crossed, his black coat cascading like a curtain of shadows around him. He twirled a silver knife effortlessly between his fingers, eyes glinting with mischief. His aura was wrong, always wrong—half witch, half wolf, never fully either, and never fully trusted. But for years, he and Damien had maintained a toxic friendship, a bond bound more by darkness than loyalty. Damien raised the goblet in his hand and

She chuckled softly. “No, I’m Damien’s concubine.” My eyes widened. Damien has a concubine? That was new. Why wouldn’t he just marry her? “I heard Damien rescued you,” she continued, her gaze narrowing with suspicion. “What exactly are you to him?” I frowned at the question, irritation prickling in my chest. “Nothing. I’m nothing to him.” “Good. Keep it that way,” she snapped, her voice sharp as a blade. “Because he’s mine.” I lifted my chin, steadying my tone. “I’m not fighting you for him—and I never will. I’ll be leaving this pack soon anyway.” Her lips curled into a sneer as she flipped her hair to the other side, her flawless face marred with anger. “So,” she hissed, “when are you leaving?” I inhaled deeply. “Soon.” “Why soon? You should be gone already! He saved you, and you’re stable enough to leave!” Her high-pitched voice rang with accusation. I sucked in a breath, fighting to calm the rage that simmered in me. “I will leave… soon.” She sneered again. “Soon? When?