All Chapters of Sleeping with my Mate’s brother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

NyxariaViktor truly had nothing on Rosella.If my hands weren't chained to this tree, I’d fucking applaud her for her mastery.Anyone who found me would think I had been captured by werewolf hunters. The specialized silver chains biting into my wrists, the wolfsbane-laced atmosphere—the kind of gear surrounding me were things no normal werewolf would ever have easy access to."Goddess," I whimpered through dry lips as another gust of freezing air whipped through the forest, making every tiny hair on my naked body stand on end.I’d been stripped bare and bound in the middle of this freezing woods for over twenty-four hours. I could finally feel the full, lethal weight of the multiple injections her people had pumped into my system taking hold, dragging my consciousness into the dark.At least I didn't go down without a fight."We should have both stayed home, don't you think?" I whispered, my voice raspy and cracked, a brutal reminder that I hadn't tasted a single drop of water since

ViktorOh my gods, can a wolf catch a fucking break.I held up one finger to Sergei, carefully lining the cocaine along the bare back of the naked girl in front of me.“So beautiful, baby,” I muttered to the prostitute before leaning down and snorting the line straight off her backline.“Whoo!” I pumped my fist in the air, finally starting to feel the faint buzz of human drugs hitting my veins. It was about damn time, too—I’d already snorted more than a kilo since the night started.I collapsed back into the leather chair behind me. The girl immediately crawled off the bed and onto my lap, but I ignored her, turning my focus back to Sergei.“You said Zade wants to do what?” I sighed, already feeling a headache forming at the mere mention of my son's name.What more do I have to do for that mutt to behave himself?“He's apparently trying to wage a war against Valen for Nyxaria,” Sergei responded, keeping his eyes locked straight on me even while another whore in the room gave him every

Nyxaria Did the afterlife come with the smell of antiseptic? And the agonizing inability to move a single limb? I tried to force my eyelids open, but they felt sewn shut, heavy as lead. Every breath I tried to take burned like breathing crushed glass, pulling a steady, rhythmic beep... beep... beep... out of the air beside my head. Because if this was hell, it felt suspiciously like a hospital wing. “You're starting to lose so much weight,” a soft, broken voice whispered. I felt the cool, damp touch of a cloth being pressed gently against my forehead. My mother. “You've been through so much,” she whimpered, followed by a wet, shuddering sniffle. Don't cry. I'm okay, I promise. I tried to force the words past my lips, but my throat felt as though I were swallowing liquid iron. Nothing moved. I couldn't speak, couldn't twitch a finger, couldn't do a damn thing except lie there, a prisoner in my own skin. “I brought some food for you. You can take a break now,” a smooth, dee

NyxariaI had never been this fucking horny in my entire life.And I’d already masturbated twice today."Is this what I have to put up with for the next eight months?" I whispered into the dark room, my chest tight with sheer irritability.Valen was half-sprawled on top of me, his heavy frame anchoring me to the mattress, his head buried deep in the warm crook of my neck.Goddess help me.He’d been busy with my pack members all day doing God knows what while I stayed trapped indoors, obsessing over whatever secret Kai and Cassian had been whispering about at the treeline, all while mindlessly plowing through three bags of chips.I almost felt selfish. Almost."Mmm..." Valen groaned softly into my skin, shifting his weight to pull me closer.I bit my lower lip until it hurt to keep from moaning aloud as his palm casually brushed against my bare nipple through my shirt."Valen..." I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly to force his attention back to me.It didn'

Valen.I fucked up.I fucked up so goddamn bad.“Simply put, if Sergei is Zade’s father and it was his hair we found at the scene, that means he was the one who killed Aunt Natalia,” Nikolai said.It was the exact realization I’d been trying to drill into his head all week, but for once, my mind wasn't on my aunt’s murder.I just stared into the distance at Nyxaria. She was standing across the courtyard talking to her mother, my mark sitting fresh, bright, and cruel on the curve of her neck.“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered in response to whatever Cassian was saying, completely absentminded.Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to walk over there, to sink to my knees and start begging for her forgiveness all over again even if she was just going to stare right through me.Through our newly formed bond, I could feel every single thread of her emotions bleeding into mine. Heavy, suffocating, and cold.I was supposed to be excited at this moment. We were finally one. But there was no excit