Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wrong Brother's Bite: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

"You should be on your knees thanking the Moon Goddess that my brother’s scent did not cling to your skin on our bonding day, Maisie," Sterling growls, his massive hand tightening over my plump shoulder as the pack elders drift away toward the banquet hall.The sweet, floral scent of the mating garlands pinned to my velvet tunic fills my nose, but the sharp smell of Sterling’s territorial aura drowns it out instantly. My heavy breasts heave beneath the silk of my dress, my breath hitching as his fingers dig into my soft flesh. I force myself to stand firm on my heavy legs, staring up into the silver frost of his eyes."You dragged me from the Frostfall Rapids, locked me in the Whitaker River Estate, and forced this mark onto my collarbone, Sterling," I snap back, my voice dripping with pure poison despite the traitorous heat pooling between my thighs from his touch. "Do you truly expect me to play the submissive little Luna just because your pack elders raised their goblets to us?""I

"There is a rocky trail leading directly up to the high peak of Moonriver Ridge, Maisie, or we can force our way straight through the heart of the shadow woods. It is a steep climb for a human frame. Do we drive the heavy transport to the summit, or do we take to the ground on foot?"Sterling stood by the driver's door of the armored vehicle, his massive frame outlined against the dark wall of pines rising along the border of the Whitaker River Estate."Let's walk," I said, flashing him a sharp smile as I stepped down onto the hard, frozen earth. "Is that what Tamsin Hensley would have said?""No," Sterling drawled, his lips curling into a dark smirk as he locked the transport's iron doors. "And you damn well know it.""Don't tell me," I teased, smoothing down the beige tunic stretched tight across my full hips as he rounded the vehicle. "Tamsin would have stood there shivering in her thin silk slippers, waiting for the Alpha to carry her across the dirt so she didn't ruin her delicat

"You brought the high council seal with us into the shadow woods?" I laugh, the sound bubbling up from my throat as the golden light filtering through the pine canopy dances across my thick cheeks."Why not?" Sterling grunts, shoving the heavy parchment back into his coat pocket. "It is positive proof that my territory deal is concluded."The warm breeze rustling the leaves instantly turns freezing, or maybe the sudden icy drop in temperature is just happening inside my own chest. "Please stop referring to our bonding as a deal," I say softly, forcing a tiny, pathetic smile across my still-throbbing lips. "In the pack, it is usually called sacred mating vows."Sterling lets out a harsh laugh and steps away from me, leaving me sitting on the damp moss to rebutton my tunic over my heavy breasts. "Vows that sealed the transaction, little female. Vows that delivered your soft body into my keeping.""And now we live happily ever after," I whisper bitterly.He turns back to face me, every t

"You've got it all worked out, have you?" I spit, my hand trembling against the rough wooden frame of the cabin."No, but you have, and you can't refute it because you didn't deny one single statement Tamsin made," I challenge, my voice cracking as my breath hitches in my chest. "Deny it right now, Sterling. Deny that you intend to use my plump body just to produce your pack heirs.""I hereby confirm," Sterling states icily, his voice dropping an octave into a dark Alpha register that makes the narrow floorboards vibrate beneath us, "that I intend for you to carry my children. But," he takes a deliberate, predatory step closer, his grey eyes flashing with silver malice, "not yet, Maisie mine. Not until I've made your life a living hell. Isn't that what you said?"I want to shrink away, but I steel myself, my heart hammering against my ribs as my wolf whimpers inside my chest. There is an unyielding, terrifying resolve in his face that frightens me to my core. My wide, terrified eyes l

Every other river house along the banks has smoke rising from its stone chimney. The smell of frying meat and warm bread drifts across the water, making my stomach twist in a violent, painful cramp.I stand there, looking at my reflection in the dark water. A heavy, plush-sized female with dark, swollen eyes, wild hair, and an Alpha's mark hidden beneath her collar. Despite the heavy gold pack ring weighing down my finger, I belong nowhere. My own brother, Rory Harcourt, threw me out of Harcourt Cottage. The Whitaker Pack views me as a murderer and a stray. And Sterling... Sterling used me to satisfy his hatred.The gnawing emptiness in my belly grows worse. My throat is dry and parched, burning for a sip of fresh water. There is no food on this boat, no fresh water, and no supplies. If I want to survive today, I have to go into the pack town of Frostwick.I step back into the tiny cabin, picking up my battered bag. I find an old wooden comb in the pocket and pull it through my thick,