All Chapters of Mated To My Brother-In-Law: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Witches were known for their twisted word plays. Fascinating, if you consider their position in the supernatural world and the brutal way their doom unfolded. Trusting a witch was the same as trusting a demon. They were known for making evil plots, manipulation, and destroying with their dark magic.Kayla and I left the fortune teller’s, or rather witch’s cabana, at lightning speed, not stopping until we reached the parking lot. It took a full minute for us to catch our breath.“Did that just happen?” Kayla asked, clutching her necklace. “Or was it my imagination?”“Nope. We definitely just met a witch. A dark witch, if you ask me.”“Our hearts are still intact. I doubt she was a dark witch,” Kayla argued. “Visions and prophecies were gifts of ancient witches.”The mere thought of being in the same room with an ancient witch made my stomach churn. The sinister glow in the woman’s eyes had etched itself into my mind. That brief encounter left a bitter taste in my mouth, like a warning

Love is easy, they said. The connection we can’t explain. Sparks, tingles, that ridiculous flutter in your chest, vibrating through your skin from a simple touch. And boy, has my heart craved for such a feeling. On top of plushy clouds, an endless cup of grapes, and soft silk across my body.My fingers slid down his arms as his eyes sucked in mine. A hiccup escaped my throat. Perhaps a kiss would have solved it. Oops, I meant water would have solved it. His touch burned. I jerked away as if scorched by iron. His hand instinctively reaches out to hold me again, but I push back, a soft growl escaping my throat.“Kira,” he called, his tone etching with hunger.I could feel the small butterflies fluttering in my belly. That was all I needed to know I had crossed dangerous waters. This was not what I wanted. Or needed. Thirsty as I was, this could not be happening. An alpha as my mate? The world was about to turn on its head.My wolf responded, gnawing at me to hold on to the alpha as my l

Frozen in my seat, looking at the subtle glint in Kayla’s eyes, the sudden urge to rip something was overwhelming. It’s not every day my wolf rages on without reason and causes a scene. But I feared tonight might just be it. And the anger would not be justified without a backstory. I knew my sister too well. In a different circumstance, her question would barely faze me. Kayla had an affinity for bad boys, to the point of sickening me to my core. Not because I was jealous of the numerous men who hit on her, but I was the one who had to clean up the mess after they hurt her. You’d think a werewolf would know better than to be played by a human, but no, she wore her heart on her sleeve. It was like her radar perked up at any little sign of dangerous men, and now she was about to repeat the same cycle with none other than the Alpha that could be my mate. “Does Alpha Nick have a mate?” She repeated herself, as if we hadn’t heard her the first time. My nails hardening into my wolf claws

Nick’s fists hit the sandbag in a steady, savage rhythm. The gym smelled of iron, sweat, and pinewood, all emanating from the morning heat. His wolf paced beneath his skin, restless, irritated as if it needed something he couldn’t name. The impact shook up his wrist, but he didn’t stop. Like the primal man he was, he welcomed the sting, embracing it like a substance his consciousness needed, letting him drag out of his scattered thoughts. He should be focusing on the shifting ceremony. Just two days away. He had enough on his plate, with accommodating some neighboring packs that had arrived and others that would be arriving tonight for the ceremony, setting up a training program for newly shifted wolves, and deciding on a new trade alliance with the mundanes. Instead, all he could see was a set of caramel eyes and feel that inexplicable spark and feistiness crawling under his ribs. All he could do to hold his rage in was punch the bag continuously, claws half-phasing, releasing stea

Dreams weren't an everyday thing for me. Maybe once a month. At least not dreams where I felt hijacked. It felt less like sleep, where my subconscious played around with events in my life or something weird that I would forget about immediately when I woke up. It felt more like being pulled somewhere. Somewhere I know I've been before, but currently have no business being. No bed. No walls. No morning light pressing against curtains. I was no longer in my room but in a forest. White fog filled my vision, and all I could hear was a heartbeat that wasn't mine. “You ran.” My wolf's voice cut through the haze before I even saw her. She sounded irritated, the way my Mom scolds me when I act stubborn or do something wrong. My wolf sat at the root of a large pine tree. Her brown eyes firm, she stared down at me, chastising every decision I had made since I returned to the pack. “I didn’t run,” I argued, though we both know I did. “I walked away. There’s a difference.”“It doesn't make