All Chapters of Mated To My Brother-In-Law: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

That was not a response Dalia expected from him. He appeared unshaken that a person in charge of something as delicate as the pack's security could fine-tune a situation to his benefit. Dalia scoffed. “It's still a crime, Nick. Think with your head, alpha. If this gets out, all hell will break loose, and you won't be in a position to protect anybody.” “It's just between you and me. I don't want any of this to leave this room.” That was a big ask for Dalia. It irritated her that the alpha, her brother, was looking beyond his morals to protect his mate. Aside from understanding his situation, it was also a big deal that affected the lives of others. “So now you're involving me in the big secret?” She retorted, eying him in disbelief. “The situation is bad enough… With the twins, the complicated bond, and keeping peace in the pack, adding this to it will just ruin her and… I fear I might be at a crossroads if this ever comes to light.” Dalia shook her head in disappointment and drop

KIRA'S POVI’ve never been a morning person, and knowing that is something that won’t be changing anytime soon, I have already made peace with it. On a normal day, I’d stay in bed until the sun was shining bright in the sky and penetrating through my window, but today… There was a cause for getting out of bed early. My mind still reeled with the conversation I had with my parents, and while it was all a bit much to take in, I suddenly remembered there was something I was yet to do. Almost a week in the pack, and I foolishly neglected an important purpose. A part of me wanted to push it back as far as possible… Scratch that. Every part of me wanted to shut my eyes and pretend like it never happened. How much more did I have to lie to myself that Caroline’s death wasn’t fully my fault? By default, I shouldn’t be making excuses or avoiding visiting her grave. Yet, here I was, moving my legs slowly as I got closer to her resting place, like my legs were too heavy for my body. The cemet

KIRA’S POV The hallway remained silent after the voices behind the door faded, yet the words I had overheard refused to leave my mind. I stood there for a moment longer than necessary, staring at the door as if it might open again and reveal the truth waiting inside. I was contemplating really hard, my heart beating with an uneasy rhythm that seemed louder than every heartbeat within a 30-mile radius. The mention of the locket had me looking down at the necklace around my neck. The mention of the locket again had been enough to send a ripple of unease through my chest, but hearing the words "blood moon" also had shaken something deeper within me. When does it all end? At what stage do I catch a break and stop finding out things about myself? It was starting to feel like an endless cycle… and not the fun kind.I had spent the entire morning wrestling with memories of the past that refused to stay quiet in my mind, and now new questions were rising from places I had never imagined.

NickWith the chaotic mess going on in Nick’s private life, his small cottage in the forest had always been a place of quiet for him. Whenever he needed to get away from the noise and responsibilities and clear his head of the many expectations that came with being Alpha, it was his go-to spot. A shut-off world space that not many people knew of. He had overlooked how daunting leading a pack could be until he was hit with one of the best pieces of advice he got after taking up the alpha role. He needed to set aside a private space for himself. The packhouse might belong to him according to pack standards, but it really wasn’t his. It belonged to every pack member and was a secondary home to many. Nick really just considered the pack house as a communal space he worked from and slept in for the meantime until he found his mate. The mate he finally found, and he thought they could easily build a life together. Only for the moon goddess to pull a fast one on him and give him one more ma

NickThe wind carried something uneasy that evening. Unmistakable that Nick felt it before he understood it. A sharpness in the air that had no business being there, a restlessness that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. The forest outside the cottage had become quiet, too quiet, as though the trees themselves were holding their breath, waiting for the ice between him and Kayla to break. He was behind the counter, pouring hot water from the kettle into the teapot Elder Esme gifted him on his 30th birthday. As a lover of tea, she was intentional about initiating everyone close to her… Now he had a variety of teas in his cottage drawer. He picked out a soothing lemon tea, one of the favorites that he hoped Kayla would like and that would also calm her down. As he poured the tea into a small mug, his wolf was stirring beneath his skin, pacing, uneasy. Something was coming, and he could feel it in his bones. Across from him, Kayla was watching him attentively. He pushed the m