All Chapters of Cuffed By My Brother-in-Law: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CALITHEA“You shouldn't be here,” Mira said, glancing at the wary eyes watching us from the yard, where the girls were busy with their chores.“Why?” I asked, knowing exactly what my presence was doing to them. “Anyone who's bothered by me is free to leave.”The girls' movements were unusually precise, their body language stiff, as though I were a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.Even Rue, who usually came around to chat with her friends, had left as soon as she noticed me.I didn't blame her.If it was in the past, I would probably be in a corner hiding. and cursing my bad luck. But I was done with that.It wasn't my fault I was the way I was, and I had nothing to be ashamed of. Unless someone deliberately tried to get on my nerves, of course.Zirelle was a perfect example of what happened when someone did.Her arm would never be the same again, not after what I'd done to her.Even though Valen had revealed that the marking ceremony had been a setup, I didn't regret what I did.

CALITHEAStaring at the sky had become a habit. And the moon looked extraordinarily full tonight, casting its pale light over the world below.It felt like it knew what lay ahead and was trying to guide me back onto the right path before it was too late.Two nights.It had been two nights since Betty's question had forced me to confront a realization I was still struggling to come to terms with. Looking back, I began to understand my reaction to seeing Valen that day, along with how I had spiraled. They had been signs, I had failed to recognize until now.Yet, somehow, I had been moving through the world in a daze, unable to fully grasp what was happening to me.“I've sent word to your army about your arrival.”Scorby's voice pulled me away from the dark sky, and I focused my attention on him.His gaze wandered around the room, taking in the small bag I had packed on the bed.He had advised me to take little or nothing with me on our journey, insisting that everything I needed woul

VALENMinutes earlier...“Have they all gone for the run?” I asked Soren, staring through the hall window at the dark sky.“Yes. Everything has been set.”“Why did you have to choose such a shady location?”We both turned toward the door at the sound of Scorby's voice. He slipped inside, looking unimpressed. “It was such a hassle getting here.”“What about what we discussed?” I asked immediately, unwilling to waste a minute on pleasantries.“The plan will proceed as agreed, but I need to inform the armies so they can make their way here. That will save us time,” he explained. “I hope your wolves won't cause a scene when they see them.”“As long as your armies remember they're in my territory, they won't have a problem,” I shot back.He nodded slowly, surprisingly agreeable.Scorby had been unusually accommodating ever since I'd accepted his offer to eradicate the wild rogues with his deal.But knowing that the armies of these beasts would soon be within reach of Calithea's powers bro

Calithea “Just come along with me. I promise to make things better and it was in the past.” Ryden’s voice drifted hazily through my mind as a sharp, needle-like pain continued to spread through my body, tightening its grip until everything around me blurred.“I’ve always known you to be easy to deal with, so don’t be stubborn.”I noticed him stretching an arm toward me. Yet he kept a good distance between us. The douchebag was smart enough not to let me get within reach.I tried to mind-link Valen, but something seemed to be blocking the connection. I couldn't reach him, and the helplessness only made my fear worse.We hadn't been able to mind-link before, but the connection had already become too strong making it easier for us to communicate when we were apart.Despite the pain weighing me down, I fixed my gaze on Ryden, bracing myself for the worst.“I will tear you apart!” I yelled, charging at him despite the ache coursing through me.But halfway through my attack, the pain abr

VALENThe old bastard was still alive.And thank goodness the silver hadn't altered his sarcastic nature. Otherwise, I might have mistaken him for someone else.I approached him as he struggled to his feet. The holes riddling his body had vanished, leaving only the dried blood as evidence of what had happened.How was that even possible? Moments ago, his death had seemed certain.He sprang upright with startling ease, almost like an acrobat. “I thought that was the end of me. Seems I still have more time left than I expected.”He stretched his arms lazily. A series of soft cracks followed, and his eyes swept across the surroundings before settling on Draevor, who had just managed to pull the dagger from his chest.Draevor stared at Scorby, bewilderment clouding his expression. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.Within seconds, he was standing in front of Scorby, who barely acknowledged him. “You... How are you still standing on your own two feet? You should be melting by no