บททั้งหมดของ Married to Him, Saved by his Brother: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Amelia's POV“Amelia?”The voice was a distant, tiny, fuzzy mosquito buzzing somewhere in the fog of my brain. I was underwater and the doctor’s words were stones sinking past me, too heavy and dark to grab onto.“Amelia, are you still with me?”Boom…! The surface broke. The sound of his voice snapped into a sharp horrifying focus. My vision cleared and I was back in the stupidly cheerful room, staring at Doctor Evans.“Sorry,” I croaked. “My brain just… took a vacation for a second. What was that last part? Something about a… tourist?”“A tumor,” he corrected gently, and oh yeah, that was way worse. “I’m sorry, Amelia. The scans show a glioblastoma. It’s… it’s very aggressive. Located in a precarious spot.”I just blinked. This had to be a joke.. a really really bad one. I half-expected my stepsister Gabriella to pop out from behind the anatomical chart yelling, “Surprise, bitch!” That would be more her style.“Okay,” I said, drawing the word out. “Aggressive. Precarious. So… what

Amelia's POV I stopped dead on the sidewalk. The street was empty, just me and a flickering streetlight that was putting in about as much effort as Damian did in our marriage. “Alright, you creepy fuck!” I yelled into the dark. My voice sounded braver than I felt, which was good. “Show your fucking face! Let’s get this over with!” Nothing. Just the wind whistling through a nearby alley like it was laughing at me. The silence was somehow worse. My badass bravado evaporated, leaving behind the cold, hard truth.. I was a weak, probably-dying human girl, alone at night. My only defense was a set of divorce papers and a smart mouth. Not great against, you know, a werewolf. “Shit,” I muttered. I picked up the pace, letting go of the damn stack of papers in my hands like it could offer more speed with my stupid, impractical shoes clip-clopping on the pavement like a panicked pony. Then I saw it.. a beacon of shitty hope.. a lit-up sign that said ‘The Howling Moon Pub.’ Classy. I

Amelia's POV I felt so bare, I just wanted to pull away and hide. But the moment I tried to close my legs, he held me apart in a strong grip, a disapproving growl tearing through him. I let out a broken whimper as his grip on my thighs tightened. "Goddess in hell, you look so pretty, it'll be a waste to pass on the chance to know if you taste just as good as you look down here, Wildcat" he murmured and before the words could even sink in, he was already on me, his tongue lapping from my entrance to my clit in a slow, hard drag. A sob broke free, my hands shooting out to tangle in his hair while he worked me with his tongue. The pleasure that shot through me was so hard, so intense, I just wanted out. But my hips had a mind of its own, and instead of pulling away, I was chasing the pressure of his tongue and teeth on me. "Logan..." I sobbed, panting as he thrust his tongue deep inside me, while his fingers found my clit, again. He wasn't just tasting me, he was eating me