All Chapters of CRAVING THE WRONG BLACKTHORNE BROTHER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I don't remember walking to the hall. Don't remember getting dressed or fixing my hair or wiping the blood from my lip. One moment I was in that room, Victor's hand in my hair, and the next I was standing in the center of the main hall with hundreds of eyes on me. The marble was cold under my bare feet. I'd lost my shoes somewhere. My party dress from last night hung wrinkled and stained. My makeup was smeared, the mascara tracks down my cheeks, the lipstick smudged at the corner of my mouth. I looked exactly like what they thought I was. The silence pressed down on me. No one spoke. No one moved. They just stared, waiting for my father to speak. My chest ached where the bond used to be and every breath hurt, every heartbeat felt wrong, like my body was trying to pump blood through a heart that has been carved out. "My daughter has dishonored this family." Victor's voice rang across the hall. I kept my eyes on the floor, counting the seconds for this to be over. "She has brok

The hotel bar was called Inferno, which felt appropriate for a woman about to make the worst decision of her life. Red light paid with music was that pulsing electronic shit that rich people pretended to enjoy, loud enough to drown out your own thoughts. I was grateful for that. The smell of perfume and testosterone made my stomach turn, but I kept walking because turning around now would mean going back to that hotel room alone, and alone meant thinking about tomorrow, and thinking about tomorrow meant… I saw him. Levi sat at the bar with his jacket slung over the stool beside him like he was saving it for someone. For me? The thought came unbidden and unwanted. His white shirt was rolled to his elbows, I could see the muscle and tendon shift in his forearms as he lifted his drink, set it down, lifted it again without drinking. He was still wearing his watch. I noticed because I was looking for reasons not to do this. His shoulders were up near his ears. Had he been sitting the

The wedding dress was white. A mockery of what isn’t.I stood in front of the hotel room mirror, and all I could think about was last night.Levi’s hands on my thighs, spreading them wider. The roughness of his stubble against my inner thigh before his mouth…Heat flooded through me. My core clenched with the memory.That’s it. Let me hear you.His voice, rough and commanding. The way he looked up at me from between my legs, eyes hungry, watching me fall apart on his tongue.I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there. Tried not to remember how he’d felt inside me. How he’d filled me so perfectly. How he’d made me scream his name.How he’d held me after, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my spine while I pretended to sleep because leaving him was the hardest thing I’d ever done.I’d never see him again.The realization hit me like a fist to the chest. In a few hours, I’d belong to Nate Blackthorne. Would go to his bed. Would let him touch me.Except it woul

The door clicked shut.I spun to find Nate standing between me and the exit, his ice-blue eyes glacial in the dim light.“Where were you?” His voice was dangerously soft.My heart hammered against my ribs. “I… I just needed air. Your mother…”“Where. Were. You.” Each word was precisely enunciated. A command from an alpha who expected absolute obedience.“The hallway. I was in the hallway. I was upset and I needed…”“Alone?”The question hung in the air like a blade.“Yes,” I lied, praying he couldn’t hear my heartbeat spike. “I was alone.”Nate moved closer, backing me against the desk until I had nowhere to go. He towered over me, all controlled power and leashed violence, and when he leaned in, bracing his hands on either side of my hips, I felt like prey.“Let me make something very clear, wife.” His breath ghosted against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “You belong to me now. Every breath you take, every move you make, every man you so much as look at, it’s mi

The balcony off the east wing was mercifully empty and dark. I leaned against the railing, gulping in the cool night air, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. Three days married to a man who confused me at every turn. Three days of feeling Levi’s eyes on me constantly. Three days of watching Julian slowly realize he made a mistake. No. I couldn’t think about that. Couldn’t let myself care that he was starting to regret choosing Serena. It was too late for regrets. “Running away from your husband already?” I spun. Julian stood in the doorway. His expression was dark. He loosened his tie, and there was something off about his eyes. Too bright. Too focused. Too desperate. “I just needed air,” I said carefully. Every instinct was screaming danger. “I’m going back in a moment.” “Are you?” He stepped onto the balcony, closing the distance between me and the door. The smell of whiskey rolled off him in waves, sickening and scaring me all at once. I knew Julian, and I knew Juli