All Chapters of Marked by My Fiancé's Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~ Maya ~I toss and turn all night, trying to sleep, but a certain Alpha won't leave my thoughts.Yesterday, I almost crossed a line, aching to join him in the lake — but I came to my senses just in time. He doesn't love me, and he's planning to reject me soon enough. Harvey loves Georgina beyond measure; he probably just feels like toying with his fake mate a little before he finally ties the knot with his beloved.Or maybe I misread the signals entirely, and he meant nothing by it — he only wanted a swim in pleasant water. Yet, somehow, that idea leaves me incredibly disappointed. While the theory that he's simply hunting for novelty makes me furious.I bury my face in the pillow and groan. For a man who supposedly doesn't matter to me, Harvey occupies far too many of my thoughts.I stretch, then freeze. I don't feel tired, there's no ache in my body — and my period never actually started.The pieces begin clicking together lik

~ Harvey ~Maya's office door is closed, so for once, the stubborn she-wolf obeyed and went home to rest.Beyond how fragile she looked today, the feeling that Maya is hiding something from me keeps nagging — the way the blood drained from her face when she spotted me in her office, how fast she closed something on her laptop. Or maybe I'm just overreacting, suspecting something where there's nothing. Maya has proven my suspicions wrong so many times that it would be a shame to turn on her again.I make a mental note to check on her once I'm home — to bring her a nutritious dinner, at least. But the reason for my sudden appearance at the office today isn't Maya. It's someone else, and the moment I spot him in the hallway, I order, "I expect you in my office in five minutes. And don't bring your special assistant."Derek ignores the mocking weight I put on "special" and, wearing an annoyed expression, appears five minutes later."Since whe

~ Maya ~ "What are you doing here?" I ask sourly. Derek, fully ignoring my displeasure, smiles like sunshine and holds out a bag. "I heard you took sick leave today, so I thought I'd pass by to check on you and bring you dinner. We live close enough now, after all, sister-in-law." I stare at him, his hand still hovering in the air with the bag. There's no mockery in his tone — but it isn't the tone that bothers me, it's the words themselves. A few days ago he was offering to get back together; now he's drawing a line between us, calling me his brother's wife. Which I am. But people don't change their intentions overnight. Especially not Derek. He smiles softly, and it takes me back to our college days, when he'd give me that same gentle, comforting smile during late nights studying in the library. "Maya, I know you doubt my intentions. But we were more than a couple once — we were friends. And now that you're

~ Maya ~ "You've been sleeping for ages," Kitty scoffs as I stretch lazily. "Lazar's coming in half an hour, and you're still in bed." "I thought you weren't a fan of his," I tease her. "He upsets our mate, sure, but overall, he's fun, and I'd rather go out than spend the whole weekend in bed. Unless our mate were to join us, and we—" "Don't even start," I cut her off, getting up and heading for the shower. She's right about one thing — there isn't much time left. In exactly thirty minutes, I step outside, and Lazar's Ferrari pulls up to the entrance. "You look stunning," Lazar says, climbing out and opening the door for me. Wide-leg jeans, a white tank top, a messy bun — he's deliberately exaggerating, but I just mutter "thank you" and duck into the car. The pottery class is on neutral ground, but not a long drive from the pack, and between chatting, we reach it in no time. The place is exactly to my taste — large windows, bright and spacious, with neat rows of flowerpots full

~ Harvey ~ At ten to four I knock on Maya's bedroom door, and as she opens it, her jaw drops slightly, her lips forming an "o" as she stares at the large bouquet of red roses. "You said it was a friends' outing, not a date," she mumbles as I hand her the flowers — but beneath the scolding I catch a flicker of joy. She appreciates the gesture. "Friends give friends flowers sometimes," I say. And I don't miss the way her gaze rakes quickly over me — tailored blue shirt, black trousers — and how much she seems to like what she sees. "Seeing you all dressed up, I suddenly feel underdressed in jeans and a shirt," she says. "Give me a moment." And she disappears into her walk-in closet. A few minutes later, she emerges in an elegant midnight-navy midi dress — a sleek boat neckline, cuffed half-sleeves, and a fit-and-flare skirt that sways softly with every step. Graceful, beautiful, barely any skin on show, and somehow so sexy that I hold my breath for a second. "Anything wrong?"