All Chapters of Mated To My Brother-In-Law: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nick The low hum of the packhouse had always been a sound Nick connected with normalcy. Not that it lasted for long with the sound of footsteps in the corridors, pack members hanging around, and the distant clatter from the kitchen. Today, he needed the packhouse as quiet as possible, so he mindlinked Alfie to evacuate the packhouse. He stood at the head of the council room, his palms flat against the round, polished oak of the table. Eight chairs lined the round table, the occupants already seated in rigid anticipation. Elder Esme sat beside him, her silver hair tied in a bun, her eyes sharp as an eagle.The other five council members… two senior warriors, the former beta, the former delta, a weathered she-wolf, Marta, who had seen as many alphas come and go like Esme… All wore the same irking expression. A careful one masking deep unease.Nick had not sat down. Out of respect, he wanted to wait till the twins arrived. He stood in front of the chair at the head of the table. Today,

Kira My boxes on the floor had multiplied overnight. I sat on my bedroom floor, legs wide open, surrounded by the mess of a life I had built in this pack. Clothes I would never wear again. Books I had read too many times… the cover page was no more. A ceramic wolf figurine painted a wrong shade of gray that Kayla had made for me after our first shift. It sat on the floor between my knees, and I could not bring myself to put it in the box of my old items. My childhood room looked smaller than my New York apartment, but it felt like home. Like my mother’s favorite lavender scents she used for every bedsheet and diffuser in the house. I was supposed to be sorting out my things, the ones I wouldn't need anymore, and packing what I'll be taking back to the city. Knowing I might never return to the pack had me stalling. I had been sitting there for about two hours, starring at the storage boxes like they held answers to my problem. The sun had set a while back, and the alarm clock on my

NickThe packhouse was quiet in the hours before noon… Most guards were out on patrol, and the packhouse staffs were moving through their daily routines. Nick sat behind his desk in the alpha office, his gaze fixed on the woman seated across from him.Dalia leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed, a yellow folder balanced on her knee. She had arrived an hour ago, slipping into the packhouse through the side entrance to avoid being spotted by their mom. Nick’s younger sister had spent the last five years rotating in different pack territories and attending schools in the human world to improve her skills and also learn about the supernatural world. She was the only person he trusted to look into the twins' birth history. “You’re sure?” Nick asked. Dalia’s lip quirked. “I wouldn’t be sitting here if I weren't sure.” She opened the folder and slid a photograph across the desk. Nick picked it up. The image was old, showing a woman in heavy robes standing before a stone altar. Her fa

Kayla The packhouse was different from what she remembered as a little girl. It was everything she had ever imagined in the finest grandeur. Dalia led her through the corridors with the ease of someone who had grown up in these walls, her voice warm and conversational as she pointed out the training wing, private quarters reserved for visiting dignitaries, and residential wings. Kayla followed a step behind, her eyes wide, and her hands clasped in front of her like she was walking through a museum. It was going to be all hers now. Or it would be once the ceremony was complete. The thought sent a thrill through her chest. “The packhouse was built by our great-grandfather,” Dalia was saying, her hand brushing against the wall of the corridor. “He wanted something that every pack member could call home. Hence, the gardens, the library, and many sitting rooms. He believed an Alpha’s strength came from the loyalty of his pack, and loyalty was earned through comfort as much as combat.”

Kayla I had been running for what felt like hours, but the trees looked the same in every direction… endless columns of dark and dripping branches, their bare limbs reaching toward the sky. The rain was coming down heavily. So heavy I could barely see ten feet in front of me. My dress was soaked through and plastered to my skin, and my shoes were caked with mud. My lungs began burning with every breath that I slowed to a walk. My legs were shaking, and my wolf was screaming at me to slow down, but I could not stop. I could not go back. Going back meant facing Kira, facing Nick, facing the truth that had shattered everything I thought I knew. I wasn’t ready for that, so I kept on moving. The rain muffled everything. The sound of the woods, the rustle of leaves, the birds, and the distant howl of werewolves were swallowed by the relentless rain. I was alone. Truly and utterly alone. And for the first time in my life, I was not sure I knew the way back home. I stopped under a large t