Lahat ng Kabanata ng I'm Your Brother's Wife Dear Ace : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

LyraAs I took my seat at the dining table, I noticed Selene glaring at me with raw disdain. She looked terrible, as if she had just crawled out of a cage, her hair unkempt and her spirit entirely frayed.With everything moving so fast, I had almost forgotten the mountain of horrors she had put me through. But looking at her now, a cold realization settled in my chest: if anyone in this castle deserved to feel my absolute wrath, it was Selene.She was the one who had constantly rubbed my muteness and lack of a wolf in my face. She was the one who had tried to ruin my face with shattered glass, turned my own father against me until he beat and locked me away, and pushed me down the grand stone stairs. She had taken every opportunity to humiliate me before my home pack and every visiting noble.If nothing else, I was going to make her bleed for every ounce of pain she had inflicted on me.The memories made my fingers tighten around my spoon until my knuckles turned stark white. Just as

Lyra“If that’s what we need to do, then you must go, Ace,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady even as my chest throbbed with a hollow ache. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to hold him back, to beg him to stay within the safe walls of the castle. But I couldn't project my fears onto him. I couldn't be the anchor holding him back from discovering the truth. He deserved justice for his family and his pack, and I would stand by him until he got it.“I’m worried about you, Lyra,” Ace murmured, his dark eyes brimming with genuine concern as his hands gripped my shoulders. “What if Draven tries something while I’m gone?”“Then I will fight back,” I replied firmly, meeting his gaze without flinching. “Until you return, I won't let myself get into harm’s way, Ace. I promise.”Deep down, a shiver of terror ran through me. What if Draven really tries something? The only weapon I had left was my wolf. I possessed no court influence, no guards of my own, nothing else. But as I l

Ace After saying goodbye to Lyra, I returned to my own chambers. I had nothing to pack; I had never allowed myself to settle in or feel comfortable here. Though this castle was technically my birthright, it felt less like a home and more like a gilded cage haunted by painful memories.I pulled the lock of Lyra’s hair from my pocket and held it up to the dim candlelight. I knew she possessed latent magical powers, but I couldn't help but wonder if even a single strand of her hair carried a trace of that protection. Tucking the delicate lock safely into the inner lining of my heavy coat, I made a silent vow. I knew this journey would be pure hell, but I was willing to risk everything. Beyond finding the truth of my own past, this trek was the only way to uncover the secrets surrounding Lyra. Many travelers had perished on the treacherous road to the Outer Pack, but survivors existed. If they could make it, so could I.Stripping off my formal tunic, I lay back on the bed. Sleep remain

Ace Night was already falling as we pushed our horses harder, galloping through the darkening forest. The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a trail of blood-red shadows across the treeline. We were still far behind schedule.Damn you, Draven, I cursed inwardly, pressing my heels into my horse's flanks. I will make you regret every single piece of this.Spurring our horses to their absolute limits, we finally reached the familiar wooden hut where we used to seek shelter before returning to the Blackthorn Pack. Knowing it was right around the hour when wild rogues began prowling the woods, we hurried inside, pulling the horses into the small side lean-to before barring the heavy front door.I exhaled slowly as Ronan secured the latch behind us. This place was far from a palace, but it carried the comforting warmth of home. Stepping inside and looking around the modest, weather-worn room brought a sudden wave of nostalgia washing over me. ___“You okay, Ace?” Ronan asked s

AceAs we stepped outside the horse stall, a group of armed men surged forward, completely encircling us in the narrow alley.“Alpha,” Ronan warned quietly, his hand dropping closer to his weapon.I gave a short, subtle nod in response, keeping my posture relaxed.“Hello to you too, Dax,” I said, a cool smirk playing on my lips.“I heard you’re part of the Blackthorn Pack now,” Dax said, stepping out from the crowd. His brown eyes locked onto mine, burning with a deep-seated grudge. “Some rumors even say you own the place... but were exiled.”Truth be told, Dax wasn't entirely evil. Years ago, he and his men had helped Ronan and me when we first stumbled into this territory, completely ignorant of the land. But even though the villagers were welcoming back then, Ronan and I had refused to stay. I knew in my gut that I wasn't meant to be just another stray rogue wandering the wastes, I was a Royal, born from a lineage of Alphas.“You heard right, Dax,” I replied smoothly.Dax threw his