Lahat ng Kabanata ng Craving my Sister’s Husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CHAPTER 2I didn’t even realize how warm his hands felt until I tried to pretend they didn’t matter. My apartment smelled faintly of incense and cheap candles, the kind you buy to feel like your life is sophisticated and controlled. He kissed me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, but I couldn’t stop the hollow ache twisting in my chest.Because I wasn’t thinking about him. Not really.I had chosen this life. Chosen him. Chosen college, chosen independence, chosen to shove the past into a box and pretend it didn’t hurt. But some nights, when it was quiet and I was alone, I could feel it…the pull of him, my Alpha, the one I was meant to be with.Tywin rolled on top of me, his lips brushing my neck, whispering my name. “You’re mine, Solyn,” he murmured.And I wanted to believe it. I wanted to close my eyes and let myself feel it. But the truth was sharper than his kisses. I didn’t feel it the way he did. I didn’t feel alive the way I remembered.“I… I love you,” I said

CHAPTER 4I learned quickly that pretending to be Sailyn meant smiling when I wanted to scream. It meant standing beside the Alpha as though I belonged there, fingers lightly resting on his arm, posture composed, chin lifted…while every instinct inside me screamed to step away.The council chamber doors loomed ahead.“You don’t have to grip me that tightly,” he murmured without looking at me.“I’m not,” I said.His arm flexed beneath my hand. “You are.”I loosened my fingers immediately. “Sorry. Habit.”He glanced down at me, expression unreadable. “You’re doing fine.”“That doesn’t sound convincing.”“It wasn’t meant to.”The doors opened.Conversation died instantly. Every head turned. Every gaze sharpened. I felt it like a physical weight, scrutiny pressing in from all sides.Be Sailyn.I lifted my chin, schooling my expression into calm assurance. The Luna they expected. The woman they trusted. The Alpha guided me forward, his hand settling at the small of my back. The contact sen

CHAPTER 6- The ScrollThe eldest council member unrolls the scroll with trembling hands and reads the words aloud. His voice wavers as he speaks, and by the time he finishes, the room has gone so silent that I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears.The demand is not money, or a show of submission. It is territory, specific pack territory, coordinates so exact that a wolf could walk straight to the location blindfolded.I look at Damos and he does not move. His face is stone, unreadable, the same mask he wore the day he banished me but his hands are wrapped around the edge of the table, and his knuckles are white against his skin, the bones pushing so hard I think they might break through. The paper in front of him is crumpling beneath his grip, and he does not seem to notice.No one else notices either as the council is too busy reacting.One elder slams his fist on the table, making the cups jump. Another rises from his seat, his face reddening as he shouts about war and weakness and

CHAPTER 8 The pack archive is locked at midnight, I know this because I checked earlier, walking past the heavy oak doors twice and counting the guards. The third time I come back with a hairpin and the knowledge that no one bothers to guard old secrets as well as they guard new ones.The lock clicks open easier than I expected, too easy, like someone wanted it to open.I push the door shut behind me and stand still, letting my eyes adjust. The room smells of old paper and dust, shelves stretch from floor to ceiling, crammed with scrolls. This is where the pack buries what it does not want to look at anymore.The scroll from the council meeting is still sitting inside my chest like a splinter, every time I breathe I feel it. Every time I close my eyes I see those coordinates, that handwriting, the way my mother looked at me when I asked if she wrote it.No one is giving me answers. So I go looking for my own.I start with the shelves near the back, covered in a layer of dust so thick

CHAPTER 10 — The StrategistDamos calls me into the war room after the midday meal. I find him standing over a table spread with maps, his sleeves rolled up, his hair falling across his forehead. He does not look up when I enter. He just gestures toward the chair beside him and keeps talking."Silverling has hit three border outposts in the last month. Each time they come at night. Each time they take supplies, not lives." He traces the attack locations with his finger. "We thought they were testing our response time and measuring our patrol gaps."I pull out the chair and sit. "You thought?"He looks at me then. "I am rethinking it now."I wait. He slides a stack of reports toward me, the pages marked with his handwriting in the margins. I pick up the first one and scan it quickly. He walks me through each report in order. His voice is steady, the voice he uses when he is thinking out loud. I listen to all of it. When he finishes, he looks at me. "What do you see?"I look at the ma