Married to Him, Saved by his Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Amelia’s POV I got to the Queen’s hall exactly fifteen minutes past seven, and no, I didn’t make a silent entry as I should. Not like it was my fault anyway. You can’t possibly make a silent entry into a silent hall with a pair of red bottoms and flashy-classy dress. I was done getting ready within ten minutes after Damian called, but I chose to come late by fifteen minutes knowing everyone else there without an intention to rebel will have been seated to watch me strut in. I wore my chestnut hair down, the shiny curls cascading down to my waist, covering a perfect line of my bare back, leaving the remaining little space for a lot to one’s imagination. All eyes turned to face who it was that had the nerve to walk in after fifteen whole minutes, and their gazes all landed on me. Forks and jaws fell open, but I simply wasn’t interested in anyone that isn’t Damian’s. My eyes locked on him as I felt his gaze move over me, slow and precise, like he was still trying to figure o

Amelia's POV The moment the words left Lucas’ lips, Damian’s face turned bloody sour. The words had struck a very prideful nerve and he didn't bother hiding how much it bothered him. He didn't back out either. And what's worse is that Lucas was finding the whole scene amusing, like he was watching a child try to get all bossy and mature. “Quit trying too hard, big brother. I told you… you're no match for me. You'll only hurt yourself and it's not that I would care about you getting hurt… I wouldn’t. But I do care about the fact that it would be too little of a punishment for your immaturity.” Lucas added, his voice devoid of any sort of playfulness now. His pheromones came off stronger, with an intent to hurt and he didn't stop, not even when it became suffocating for everyone at the table. My own gaze traveled across the table, from one person to the next, expecting them to do anything… defend their great Alpha as they always do? Curse out Lucas for being barbaric at a din

Amelia's POV At first, I'd been scared about Lucas' presence. I'd imagined so many ways he could humiliate me at the dinner just because I stole and ran from him and I didn't think I could have defended myself easily when it comes to that, so I tried everything I could to keep my face straight, unmoving and glued to everything else except him. I mean it was already such a blessing that he chose to stand right behind me, where our gazes couldn't possibly meet unless I badly wanted him to notice me. But it only became harder the more he roasted my arrogant little sister. I saw every flush of embarrassment taint her face when he reduced her to nothing but an attention seeking slut. I saw every slow blink of her eyes, the kind she gave when she was either scared or trying to pretend to be cute. It could even be both but I didn't care. Those changes in her expression every second when he said something else was so satisfying. And when he said the last words… something about her g

Lucas' POV My glare faltered just a bit after she said those words like she was completely certain about it. But what's worse is that the moment I tried to open my mouth to argue, I realized it was pointless. She was right. I'd have stayed even if she remained unconscious for days and I wouldn't have thought twice about it. “Am I right?” She croaked, her voice so small yet so actively teasing in her own little ways. A tiny smile she tried to hide curled up her lips when I didn't respond and I couldn't help the frown that returned to my face as fast as it disappeared the first time. “I doubt you are” I told her with a completely stern look, but she still has that teasing smile she had on, stacked perfectly in place like my words meant nothing. “The thing is, I can tell you don't mean that. And you made it clear before. You don't mind if I keep you here for as long as I want. Which means, you'd stay, regardless of the duration” she stated as a matter of fact and I jus

Amelia's POV Elena gasped in mortification the moment those words left my lips. “You think making up lies and excuses makes you innocent in this?! You're just a dirty, cheap slut” She thundered and my eyes held hers, unwavering. “If I'm a dirty and cheap slut, what does that make the Alpha of this pack? A dirty, cheap manwhore?” I responded and this time, her lips parted but no response came out. “You can try to deny it by saying I'm making up lies but we both know it's not a lie. I caught him in the act and he remained unbothered, and you…? You encouraged him to shower all his love on the wrong woman. What does that make you, Elena?” I blurted before I could stop myself. I just couldn't bring myself to use the formalities with her right now. She was the last person in the universe that deserves it. I saw how her eyes widened dramatically when I switched to first name basis with her, but then one minute she was standing there looking shocked, and the next second, she was