Todos los capítulos de The Wrong Brother's Bite: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

"Have you seen what the pack members are declaring about me on the scrying feeds?" I ask, my claws itching as my wolf paces inside my skin. "It is all true, Clay. It took you less than five minutes to convince me to accept your mate claim that morning. What does that say about my pride? I knew you were not in love with me any more than Rham was, yet I still submitted to your mark. How pathetically desperate is that?""I might not have been madly in love with you that exact morning, Lamia," Clay says softly, his heavy footsteps echoing against the stone as he moves closer.There are words I want desperately to hear from my mate, but not like this. I want them to be an ironclad vow of absolute devotion, not a cheap comfort thrown out to calm my hysterical wolf. I want his declaration to carry real weight, far beyond the hasty promises we swore before the elders at the Sacred Moon Temple.My breath hitches, and I dart a quick glance up at him. A tiny, dangerous spark of hope flares in my

"Nope. Absolutely not having that at all," Clay growls, his massive frame shifting as he drops heavily to his knees on the stone floor, his dark eyes ablaze with panic. "Bollocks, Lamia! Yes, I always knew you were breathtaking. Yes, I always wanted to claim you and take you to my bed. But that was just raw instinct. This? What I feel right now? This is love. I am in love with you, female. Moon Goddess, Lamia."He reaches up frantically, his large, calloused hands sliding over my hips to pin me gently against the ledge, desperate to make me understand."I am terrified that you are taking what is fundamentally a political herald crisis and turning it into an absolute death sentence for our marriage," Clay presses on, his deep voice vibrating with raw distress. "I am kicking myself that I let you spiral into the dark this far. I should have been roaring these words into your skin every single second of the day for as long as you needed to hear them. It is painfully obvious you needed to

"But…" My mind is racing, my wolf pacing agitatedly inside my skin. "Why on earth would Clay ask you two to come to Shadowclaw Citadel? We barely know each other. I am so sorry for the inconvenience."I may be asking the question, but my overthinking brain is already viciously filling in the blanks for me. Because you have no friends left in this territory. Because he was desperate. He was at his absolute wits' end, and he had to summon high-born females from another bloodline for help because he didn't know how to fix his broken Luna."Not an inconvenience at all," Rhea says smoothly, raising her crystal glass of chilled rosé as if offering proof. "And Clay asked me to speak with you because I narrowly managed to avoid a similar political disaster to yours a few years ago—except it would have been far worse for my reputation, had it gotten out to the Grand Wolf Assembly."I narrowly avoid scoffing. "Right. So Lucan Stormfang claimed you to protect your pack standing, did he?"Another

"And so I talk, my voice trembling and raw as my wolf cowers low in my chest. I attempt to paint a picture of the pure, overwhelming horror these attacks on my bloodline have brought down on me, of the physical agony racking my body. I describe being so deeply traumatized by the Silvermoon Herald Agency that I cannot imagine ever shedding this suffocating paranoia for the rest of my life. I recount feeling as if I want to crawl into a dark den beneath Shadowclaw Citadel where no pack elders can ever find me, terrified out of my mind of them coming to strip my Luna mark. It feels like standing on the execution block at the Sacred Moon Temple, with the entire territory baying for my blood.All the while, Selene wraps her arms tightly around my waist, her warm wolf heat bleeding into my shivering skin, while Rhea nods with steady, fierce encouragement across the stone table."You know," Selene says softly when I pause to lift my crystal goblet to my bone-dry lips with a violently shaking

"If public scandal has a physical weight in the Moonshadow Dominion, it is the royal decrees nailed to every village post, and my name has been plastered across all of them alongside Clay, Rham, and Christine," I murmur, tightening my grip on my silver-strung hunting bow as the warm summer breeze sweeps across the training grounds of Shadowclaw Citadel.The pack elders never gave the territory what they so desperately craved: an official statement from the Jasperfang royal lineage explaining what truly transpired during the Midnight Groom Exchange.Instead, the Silvermoon Herald Agency got hold of leaked crystal-imagery from the massive Midsummer Blood Festival the four of us threw to formally introduce Christine to our inner elite. Even by royal Jasperfang standards, it was a legendary night. The theme was Honor the Ancient Warlords, inspired by the brutal history of the First Alpha Wars. Clay, naturally, dressed as the imposing High Lord Vane, his broad, powerful chest and heavy Alp