All Chapters of I MARRIED MY SISTERS ALPHA MATE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

VALERIAN’S POVNyra closed the heavy door with a soft click that sealed us inside the chamber. The sound sent a rush of heat through my blood. She turned back to me, eyes wide but steady, and something inside me snapped. Kaelor surged forward with raw hunger, demanding I take what was ours. I crossed the space between us in two strides and pulled her into my arms.My mouth crashed down on hers. This kiss held none of the careful restraint from moments earlier. I devoured her lips, tongue sweeping inside as she opened for me with a soft moan that went straight to my cock. She tasted sweet and warm, like honey and moonlight, and I could not get enough.My hands roamed down her back, pulling her flush against my body so she could feel exactly how hard I already was for her. The thick length of my cock pressed insistently against her stomach through the thin fabric of my shorts. She gasped into my mouth at the contact, her body melting against mine.“Nyra,” I growled against her mouth. “T

NYRA’S POVI woke up slowly, warmth wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. The moment my eyes opened I remembered what had happened last night. The way I had moaned and had begged him to fuck me last night. Where had I learnt to be that naughty?Just then I felt it. Someone was watching me. I turned my head and there he was. Valerian sat on the couch across from the bed, fully dressed in a dark tunic and breeches, his stormy eyes fixed on me with unreadable intensity. Heat flooded my face as memories from the night before rushed back. His hands on my skin. His mouth between my thighs. The way I had moaned his name and closed the door, choosing to stay.I clutched the sheet tighter against my bare chest, suddenly aware that I lay completely naked in his bed. My cheeks burned. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I whispered, my voice still husky with sleep.“You are staring at me too,” he replied, but the corner of his mouth twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile.I s

NYRA’S POV“You are not a second choice. Not to me,” those words still echoed in my head as I sat alone in my chambers.My mind kept circling back to the breakfast hall and the way Valerian had calmly dismantled everything I thought I knew about my family. Mother and Father had helped Arabella and Kieran escape. They had known the entire time. They had chosen me as the sacrifice because I was the one they could lose. The adopted daughter. The spare who carried their name but never their love.Betrayal sat like ice in my stomach. It was not only Kieran and Arabella who had cast me aside. My own parents had played their parts perfectly, feigning panic when Arabella vanished and turning to me with desperate eyes. All those years of reminders about how they had chosen me, as though adoption created a debt I owed them forever.The guilt they planted, the blame I absorbed for Arabella’s mistakes, the things I gave up so she could shine. It had all been preparation for this moment when real

NYRA’S POVI remained beside Valerian in the crowded ballroom while music swirled around us and nobles pretended to enjoy their evening. My heart still raced from the confrontation with his uncle, but I refused to let fear show on my face. Every eye in the room seemed to watch us, judging, whispering, calculating.I felt small in this world of power and ancient grudges, yet I remembered Valerian’s words from the carriage. I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and breathed steadily. My husband stood right here, the feared Lycan king who made even his own family hesitate. I would not cower.Several generals and allied alphas approached us moments later. They spoke in low, urgent tones about military reports and border concerns. Valerian listened with his usual cold focus before he turned to me.“Stay here,” he said quietly. “If anyone troubles you, remember whose name you carry.”I nodded, drawing strength from his steady gaze. He squeezed my hand once, then walked away with the

NYRA’S POVI woke up the next morning with the image of that single drop of blood still burned into my mind. The black streaks mixed with the red haunted me as I dressed. Valerian had pulled away too quickly when I noticed the cut on his wrist. Cassian’s quiet words from the night before echoed again. It is done.What exactly had my husband done while I stood in that ballroom?I barely knew the man I shared a bed with, yet the secrets did not frighten me as much as they should. Instead they left me curious, wanting to peel back the layers of the Monster King who protected me so fiercely.I headed downstairs toward the breakfast hall, hoping to find him there. The long table stood empty except for fresh bread, fruits, and steaming tea. The housekeeper approached with a gentle bow.“His Majesty departed before sunrise, my lady. He left word that he would return by midday.”Disappointment settled in my chest, sharp and unexpected. I scolded myself immediately. Why should I feel disappoin