All Chapters of My Brother My Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Freya's Pov Two days after I finally opened my eyes, Miriam gave me the green light to get out of bed.“Easy does it,” she said the second my feet hit the floor. “Your body’s been through a war zone. No heroics.”“I’m literally just going to the bathroom,” I told her. “Pretty sure I won’t die on the ten-foot journey.”Dane was right there, hovering like he thought gravity might suddenly decide to yeet me across the room. He hadn’t left my side for more than five minutes since I woke up. Sweet? Yeah. Starting to feel a tiny bit suffocating? Also yeah.I pushed up. Legs shook like a newborn deer. His hand darted out instantly.“I’m good,” I said okay, maybe a little snappier than I meant.He dropped his hand fast, and I caught the quick flash of hurt on his face.Crap. Guilt hit me like a slap. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I need to do this one thing by myself. Please?”He gave a tight nod and stepped back. Still close enough to catch me if I face-planted, though.I shuf

Freya's Pov His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for it. No gentle buildup, no sweet little kisses. Just pure, feral hunger that swallowed everything else. The room, the world, all of it disappeared. There was only Dane his heat, his growl, the way he kissed like he was trying to consume me whole. His hands were everywhere. Fisting my wet hair, clamping around my waist, dragging me so tight against him I could feel every hard inch. He let out this low, rumbling growl that vibrated straight through my bones. Like I was the only thing that could fix the ache he’d been carrying for months. I gave it right back. Nails raking down his shoulders, yanking at his shirt until he tore it off himself with this savage sound that made my whole body clench. God, the sight of him, bare chest heaving, muscles carved like he was built for war, eyes gone molten gold, hit me like a punch. Heat pooled low and fast. “Mine,” he snarled, voice more wolf than man. “Yours,” I gasped, arch

Freya's Pov Three days. That’s it. Three freaking days since Dane put his mark on me, and I still can’t walk into a room without turning tomato-red the second someone glances my way.They know. Obviously they know. The bite mark on my shoulder might as well be a neon sign. Our scents are so mashed together now you couldn’t pull them apart with tweezers. And apparently brand-new mates give off this… glow? Like we’re walking around with fairy lights strapped to us. Everyone can see it.Kill me.I’m standing in the bathroom after my shower, finger-combing wet tangles, just staring at the mark again. It’s healed perfectly sharp, clean teeth marks against my pale skin. Permanent. Mine, it screams. Claimed. His.My stomach does this stupid flip just looking at it.“You’ve been staring at that thing for, like, ten straight minutes.”I yelp and spin around. Dane’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing that smug little smirk that should be illegal.“I have not.”“You totally hav

Selene's PovThis cabin stinks. Mildew, wet wood, straight-up rot. I hate it.Hate the way the roof sags like it’s about to give up, the busted windows I patched with ripped-up shirts, the floorboards that groan every time I move. Hate that this is my life now, holed up in some abandoned hunter shack twenty miles outside Blackwood land, living like a damn rogue.Three weeks. That’s how long it’s been since everything blew up. Since Viktor lost. Since I lost.Three weeks of scraping by on whatever I can catch, crashing on a mattress that smells like death, and running the same stupid loop in my head: every choice, every second that got me here.I should’ve been at the waterfall. Should’ve been in the fight.But Viktor didn’t trust me enough. Kept me locked away at the compound like some backup plan, told me to “wait for orders.” Orders that never came.By the time I figured out shit had gone sideways, it was done. Viktor beaten. Wolf ripped out. Pack in pieces.And Dane Blackwood

Freya's Pov The moon was stupidly huge tonight. Like, full on cartoon silver platter hanging low, turning the whole yard into this eerie, glowing movie set.I was out on the back porch just… watching. The pack was already milling around in the clearing, buzzing with that itchy, electric energy that always hits right before a full moon run. You could feel it through the bonds everyone antsy, ready to bolt.Full moon runs are kind of everything to them. The one night nobody holds back. Whole pack shifts together, tears off into the woods, hunts, plays, howls till their throats are raw. Pure wolf freedom under that giant spotlight in the sky.I’ve spent years standing on the sidelines for it. Every single month. The only human. The only one who couldn’t run with them.Except tonight my chest felt tight in a new way.She was awake. My wolf. Not just stirring, wide awake and practically clawing at the inside of my ribs. She wanted out so bad I could taste it. Wanted to run. Wanted to belo