All Chapters of His Brother's Fated Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Willow’s POVThe heavy click of the lock sounded and the door creaked open. Sir Augustus walked in, that oily, self-satisfied smirk plastered across his face. He looked at me like I was a prize he’d finally reclaimed from a lost and found bin.I had never been so irritated at a person’s smile. It infuriated me so badly. “I knew I’d get you back,” his voice was smooth and terrifyingly calm as he stepped closer.I was so weak. My chest still felt like it had been hollowed out by a hot iron from the rejections, and my limbs felt heavy. But the second he moved toward the bed, adrenaline spiked through my veins. I jumped up instantly and backed away until my shoulders hit the cold wall.“Stay away from me!” I yelled, my voice trembled despite my best efforts to sound brave.“I paid for you, Willow. A lot of money” his eyes darkened as he continued his slow approach. “And I always get my money’s worth. You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, running off to the Alpha. It’s time you learned you

Logan’s POVI’ve always been an empath. Or at least, that’s the label Lucas threw at me whenever I cared too much about something he considered a "distraction." I think that’s why I fell so hard for Chloe. I didn't just see her beauty; I felt her light. It’s why I chose to be loyal to her even when the universe and goddess chose someone else for me.Being an empath means you don't just see a storm; you feel the rain in your bones. You feel emotions more strongly than anyone else. Certainly more than Lucas, who treats his heart like a locked vault.But in all my years of being open to the world, I had never felt a pain like this. It wasn’t just a heartbreak; it felt like someone had reached into my chest, grabbed my soul, and set it on fire.I was used to the heavy, suffocating sadness that came with living under my father’s roof. I was used to the sting of not being "Alpha enough" or being the twin who was "too soft." But nothing my father ever did to me compared to the agony of reje

Willow’s POV“Do you want to come in?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.I saw Lucas’s composure shatter for a split second. His mask of indifference slipped, and for a heartbeat, he looked at me with such raw intensity that it made my knees weak. His gaze ran over my face, lingering on the bruise on my cheek, before he shoved a hand through his dark curls, looking agitated.“No,” he responded, his voice sounded raspy. He stepped back quickly like he was scared of changing his mind. He turned around and slipped into the shadows of the hallway as if staying a second longer would break him. I shut the door, my heart was confused. When I turned around, Mia was practically vibrating with excitement. I pulled the phone out of the black bag to show her, and her jaw dropped.“No way! Willow, this is the latest model!” she squealed, grabbing the device from my hand. “We can finally call each other whenever we want! I’m going to d******d everything: I*******m, TikTok,

Willow’s POV I looked at the phone in his hand and back at him. It was an exact replica of the phone Lucas gave me the day before. “Logan, I can’t accept this”He frowned.“Don’t worry about how expensive it is. I just need a way to reach you. Please accept it”“It’s not about the price” I admitted gently. I reached into my backpack and pulled out the phone Lucas had forced into my hands the night before. “Lucas already gave me one” Logan froze. His eyes widened, darting from the phone in my hand to my face. He looked completely thrown off balance by my words. I couldn’t tell if he was just shocked or if it was something else. “Lucas? When did he give you that?”“Last night,” I said, shifting awkwardly on my feet. “He came by Mia’s house”Logan’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as the realization hit him. “Last night...” he muttered, his voice dropping. “So that’s why he was late for training this morning. That’s why...” He stopped himself, shaking his head as if trying to cl

Lucas’s POVThe drive back to the estate was suffocatingly quiet. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the shallow, uneven rhythm of Willow’s breathing.I glanced over at her from the driver’s seat. She looked so small, swallowed up by the dark leather of the passenger seat. Her face was pale, her head lolling to the side as the sedative dragged her deeper into unconsciousness. She was undeniably beautiful, with a softness that completely contradicted the sharp, jagged edges she usually aimed at me. But damn, did she attract trouble. Or maybe trouble just gravitated toward her.She was infuriatingly stubborn. If she had just stayed in the house, stayed where I could see her, none of this would have happened.When we finally pulled up to the estate, the grounds were dark and quiet. I didn't wait for a guard to open my door. I bypassed the main entrance, pulling her out of the car and lifting her into my arms. She weighed practically nothing. My wolf rumbled in my chest, a dark