Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Brother's Bite: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

"Who smashed your vessel into driftwood, Maisie?" Baxter Hensley's rough bark shatters the dark quiet of the boathouse as he hangs his iron lantern onto the overhead beam.My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, my plush body trembling as I pull my knees up against my chest on the narrow bench. The thick, lingering scent of my mate bond—ozone, pine, and heavy male alpha musk—still clings to my skin, burning straight through my clothes to mock me. I drag my shaking hands through my tangled hair, trying to breathe past the tight knot in my throat."Sterling," I gasp, my voice cracking under the weight of the raw betrayal. "He tracked me to the bank of the Silvermoon River. He destroyed the Moon Lady with his bare hands. He tore the timber apart, smashed the cabin, and left my pack gear floating in the current."Baxter drops onto the bench beside me, his heavy jaw clenching as his wolf stirs in silent shock. "Alpha Sterling did that? He destroyed your only shelter?""He wanted to strip

"Sterling, the council border patrol just cleared the eastern gate—we have less than twenty minutes before the pack assembly starts," Baxter Hensley says, leaning his broad frame against the doorway of the Whitaker breakfast hall, completely unbothered by the heavy Alpha tension radiating from the table.My pulse hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird, my plush fingers tightening around my hot teacup until my knuckles turn white. The brutal, suffocating scent of dark pine and thunder-charged ozone rolls off Sterling in thick, possessive waves, making my wolf whimper in desperate submission despite the burning anger in my blood. My heavy, soft body feels completely exposed under the fierce glare of the two most powerful males in Frostwick, my heart racing so hard I can barely catch my breath.Sterling doesn't even look up as he snaps his dark leather cuff back over his heavy gold wrist-chronometer, his silver eyes flashing with icy dominance. "What the hell are you doing in my pri

"If you ever let Baxter Hensley lay another filthy hand on your skin, I will make you beg for mercy on your knees before the whole pack," Sterling rumbles, his wet, heavy hand clamping roughly around my chin as he tilts my face back, his dark silver eyes blazing with pure Alpha possessiveness. "Do you understand me, Maisie?"My pulse hammers frantically against my ribs, my plush body trembling under the crushing weight of his muscular frame as the hot spray from the shower head pours over us both. My heart aches with a bitter mix of fear and helpless desire, but I force myself to nod, my soaking red-gold hair clinging to my face.Without another word, he pulls my plush curves tight against his chest, his mouth crashing down onto mine in a rough, starving kiss that consumes every drop of my resistance. My hands slide up his wet, massive shoulders, my fingers digging into his hard muscles as he lifts me effortlessly, carrying my heavy weight out of the shower stall and lowering me onto

"What are you doing inside the Alpha's private den?" Tamsin sneers, her upper lip pulling back to reveal sharp, elongated canine teeth as she steps through the doorway. "Are you looking for pack secrets to sell back to your human family, Maisie?"I do not flinch, even as my thick thighs rub against each other under my heavy linen skirt. "I could ask you the exact same thing," I snap back, my voice holding a firm edge despite the nervousness knotting in my full belly.She glides deeper into Sterling's study, her slender, sleek wolf frame moving with absolute confidence across the heavy rug. "I am here to access the pack ledger terminal." She points a clawed finger toward the heavy black communications desk in the center of the room. "I asked Sterling last night if there were administrative duties I could handle while staying at the Whitaker River Estate. It is one of the ways I pay for my keep." She pauses, her golden eyes flashing with pure malice as she scans my plus-size body. "One

"I was just waiting to see if you would blurt out how hard you tried to dress up for him last night," Tamsin purrs, her thin lips curving into a sharp, predatory smile.I raise my chin, letting my hands rest over the soft curve of my stomach as my thick thighs press against the fabric of my dress. "Any evening I spend beside my bonded Alpha is an event worth dressing for, Tamsin."Sterling lets out a deep, rumble of laughter, his dark eyes flashing with cold amusement as he looks at me. "Quick-witted as well as soft. What more could an Alpha ask for?"He shoots a provoking, sideways glance at Tamsin, but she recovers instantly, her smile tightening into something brittle and fake. "What more indeed?" she snaps, though the look she throws my way as Sterling turns toward his seat at the dining table is pure, unfiltered poison.Once Maribel clears the heavy oak table and gathers the empty mugs, the agonizingly long evening drags on. Tamsin immediately launches into pack operational detai