Todos os capítulos de The Wrong Brother's Bite: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Sometimes I make impulsive choices without fully understanding my own motives, and crossing the threshold of this sanctuary is undoubtedly one of those moments.When Rhea told me she and Clay had participated in that private ritual circle together, I completely panicked. My mind kept screaming that if that level of wild, multi-male dominance was his standard, he must find me utterly plain and predictable. I am so inexperienced compared to the females of the outer territories. So my immediate instinct was to force myself out of my comfort zone to meet him at his level.Now I am stepping up the carved black-stone stairs of the main council keep in the heart of the Silver River District, a stone's throw from the Mooncrest Artisan Hall where the elite crafts are sold, and I am regretting my sudden bravado. In just a few moments, the very High Alpha husband I am trying to impress is going to realize that I am a complete coward when it comes to raw pack heat. I do not even have the excuse o

I stare up at him, completely shocked into silence. I have never been bound like a captive before. "It was tailored from Starfall silk," I tell him, my mind spinning. He remembers my garment from three years ago? He was watching my body back then?"I remember every inch of it." He moves around to the other side of the bed with the second silk tie. "A few of us rode straight to these council chambers after the feast ended. I could not get your scent out of my nostrils. I found a female downstairs whose hair was the same dark shade as yours. I brought her to this platform, flipped her over, and fucked her until she could not stand. I imagined my knot was deep inside your body the entire time."A wave of goosebumps covers my entire body as he loops the second sash through the opposite ring, binding my left wrist above my head. If the only measure of a true mate bond were raw physical heat, Clay and I would be unstoppable. We have both admitted to watching each other in the past, but hear

I did not enter the council keep tonight expecting anything more than a quick, fierce rut after the gathering, no matter how breathtaking my Luna looked when we left Shadowclaw Citadel. But this moment is the realization of every dark fantasy my wolf has harbored for years: the official union with the female I craved from afar, blended with the raw, boundary-pushing dominance I used to unleash in these shadow dens.Having a highborn female trust you enough to surrender her total control is every Alpha's dream, but having Lamia bound beneath me, taking my length into her mouth, is driving my beast completely wild.She craves this raw intensity.We are far more compatible than I ever dared to hope when our bloodlines signed the covenant. But the night is still young, and I need to prove to my new Luna that her High Alpha can fulfill every hidden craving her wolf possesses.I reluctantly pull my cock from her wet mouth, admiring the gloss coating my skin. She is such an obedient female.

"I refuse to stand here and let you pity me as if I am broken," I say, my voice ringing with a sharp, lethal edge that cuts through the heavy tension in the lodge's dining hall.I blink back the furious sting in my eyes, refusing to let a single tear trace down my cheek in front of the three of them. I am a noble female of the Blackmoor Moonfang Pack. I have sacrificed my heart, my pride, and my life's carefully laid path for the stability of this alliance. Watching them exchange quiet, sympathetic glances makes my blood boil. They look at me as if I am made of brittle moon-glass, ready to shatter under the weight of their secrets. But they forget who stands before them."I am truly sorry for the deceit, Lamia," Rham says, resting his elbows on the rustic timber table, his dark eyes fixed on mine with infuriating sincerity. "I regret deeply how you were dragged into my mess, and I am not proud of how I handled my duties as the chosen Alpha candidate. Not at all. But for what it is wor

"You are one of the very few who knows the bitter truth," I say, my voice clipped as I lean my back against the icy stone of the rear corridor. "He did not plan for our bloodlines to entwine this way. So forgive me if I am not willing to snap at my High Alpha until he decides I am too much trouble to keep. It is easy for you to stand there and lecture me, Christine. You are in a fated love match. Rham clearly adores your sharp claws, whereas Clay mainly knows me as an uptight, calculating noble female who demands perfection."I knew she was his type, Clay’s deep growl echoes in my head, reminding me of his casual confession at the dinner table."He adores you," Christine insists, her green eyes wide and dead earnest as she shifts her weight on the flagstones. She winces, crossing her legs. "What in the Moon Goddess's name are those females doing in the cleansing sanctuary? I desperately need to relieve myself.""Inhaling pulverized star-root, most likely. It numbs their senses before