All Chapters of Mated To My Brother-In-Law: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kira The darkness after the dream made me uncomfortable in a way that unsettled my body, and I kept tossing around in bed. Not like I could fight for what I want out of the hat and have people think I was crazy. The hard part of it all was wanting something for myself, which felt dangerous. Wanting something, even a tiny bit of affection, led me to Nick’s arms at the lake, and it was a messy move that I only realized the damage of after I saw him locking lips with Kayla. Who was I to even complain when I boldly made out with the alpha I claimed not to want and gave him up for my twin? I was slowly beginning to drift into a restless half-sleep when a sound echoed into my room. It was a thud, like something small and hard striking my window. I bolted upright, and once I heard the sound again, my heart just knew who it was. Another stone clashed against the glass windows, and I threw off my blankets and ran to the window, my bare feet warm on the rug. I pulled the curtain aside jus

Nick The dawn light filtered through the curtains of Kira’s bedroom, casting a soft glow over both of them, which roused a restless Nick awake. He’d slept with a sense of peace, holding her tight in his arms, but something unsettled his wolf. He had left Kira sleeping, curled up under the blankets, her dark hair spread across the pillow. She had looked fragile in her sleep, softer than she ever allowed herself to be awake. He had wanted to stay… just crawl back into bed and hold her until the world outside ceased to exist. But the world was waiting, and the problems waiting would not be patient. Now he stood in his office at the packhouse, the door closed, and the blinds drawn. The words he had spoken, about choosing Kira, still echoed in his skull, but the certainty that had carried him through the night was beginning to shake. Was it all just a bluff? He questioned himself, cringing at his eagerness to keep Kira without even having a thought-out plan. He had told Kira he would

ALFIE The training yard was still empty by the time Alfie finished his last set of drills. Sweat soaked through his shirt, and his muscles ached with the peasant exhaustion of a hard morning’s work. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to outrun the tension that had settled into the packhouse like a second skin. The council’s deadline for Kira to reject the alpha, and Nick's trying to sandwich himself between the twins' fractured relationship. It all pressed down on him in a suffocating manner that made him suddenly have the urge to go for a swim or drown himself in a tub full of ice. He grabbed his water bottle from the bench and drank deeply, the cool liquid a relief against his parched throat. The sun was climbing higher now, burning off the last traces of the pre-dawn chill, and the training yard was quiet except for the distant sound of birds and the rustle of leaves. He was alone. Or so he thought. “You’re up early.” Alfie turned. Harper stood by the edge of th

KaylaThe car had now become a small, suffocating box…. Leather seats are cold against my thighs, the dash lights casting a pale glow over the interior. Every breath I took was thick with the heat of our conversation, the space between us shrinking until there was nowhere left to hide and run from what needed to be said. “I can't mark you, Kayla. Not like this.”His voice was low, strained. He couldn’t even look at me as he said it. His hands moved to his thighs, and he squeezed them into fists as if he were holding himself back from something… or holding himself together. “Why not?” I raised my voice, losing the little bit of patience I had left. The sound bounced off the windows, too loud in the cramped space. My fingers curled into the seat fabric, my nails digging in. “She doesn't want you, so why can't you just bloody mark me now?”He turned his head, looking out the window to where Kira stood on the sidewalk. Her silhouette was faint, but I could see her watching us.“I'd exp

KaylaThe car had now become a small, suffocating box…. Leather seats are cold against my thighs, the dash lights casting a pale glow over the interior. Every breath I took was thick with the heat of our conversation, the space between us shrinking until there was nowhere left to hide and run from what needed to be said. “I can't mark you, Kayla. Not like this.”His voice was low, strained. He couldn’t even look at me as he said it. His hands moved to his thighs, and he squeezed them into fists as if he were holding himself back from something… or holding himself together. “Why not?” I raised my voice, losing the little bit of patience I had left. The sound bounced off the windows, too loud in the cramped space. My fingers curled into the seat fabric, my nails digging in. “She doesn't want you, so why can't you just bloody mark me now?”He turned his head, looking out the window to where Kira stood on the sidewalk. Her silhouette was faint, but I could see her watching us.“I'd exp