All Chapters of Sleeping with my Mate’s brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ZadeAn explosion at my main gates?Come on, Valen. You can do better than that.“Alpha, it's Valen,” one of my men stammered from behind me, and I was tempted to slam his head into the wall just for stating the obvious.Even if I hadn't recognized Valen's scent immediately, the smug look on Nyx's face was all the confirmation I needed.And it irritated me to my very core.“Grab Katerina,” I muttered, my eyes never leaving Nyxaria as another heavy explosion rocked the entire building and my men flinched at the shockwave.I didn't even blink.“Y-yes, sir!” One of them rushed toward Katerina's cell, quickly inputting the code I used for everything that mattered to me.51014. A day of redemption.But soon enough, I'd be changing it to today's date. Because Valen was going to regret ever setting foot on my land.“Don't come any closer!” Nyxaria shrieked as I stepped toward her while my guard dragged Katerina out of the cell.I kept moving anyway, closing the distance until I was close eno

NyxariaI don't think I can blame pregnancy hormones for how I was feeling right now.“Gadyuka?” Valen wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, pulling me back against his chest, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight in front of me.Zade's body was bloodied, bleeding out onto the cold stone floor. If it wasn't for the fact that his eyes were wide and unblinking, staring blankly at the sky, it was hard to believe he was really gone.Zade was dead.That was a good thing, right? It had to be.He had kidnapped me, tortured my pack, and held a gun to my head. His death was a mercy for everyone.Then why the hell did my chest feel so painfully tight?Valen’s grip tightened on me as a small, shuddering hiccup escaped my throat, and only then did I realize I was crying.“It's okay to cry for him,” Valen whispered, burying his nose into my hair as small, ragged sobs began to break from my chest. “It's okay to mourn the Zade you used to know.”Something warm and wet dripped onto my f

NyxariaA closed mouth is a closed destiny.Truly all you had to do was ask."Come on, baby. Give me another orgasm. You're my strong girl, aren't you?"His fingers were buried inside me, curling slow and deep, and his thumb rolled over my clit in tight circles. I was already shaking.“Valen…”“Say it. Say you're mine.”His voice was low and rough against my ear. “I'm so sorry I treated you like you were fragile.”I didn't say the words he wanted me to, choosing to let him know I was still mad.“Let me fix it.” His fingers pressed harder, right where I needed them. “Let me show you how sorry I am”I came with a cry, my belly tightening, my thighs clamping around his hand. He worked me through it, murmuring good girl until I went limp and gasping against the pillows.“Better?”“Not yet.” I grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand away. It was soaked, and he watched me as I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. His eyes went dark. “I want you inside me. And I don't want gen

Nyxaria“I am not fucking doing that!”The woman on the TV screamed at the top of her lungs, and right on cue, I heard Nikolai retch violently behind my chair as the baby's head started to crown on the video with every agonizing push.“You had months to decide,” Katerina said from beside me. Her voice was trying desperately to sound steady, but her face had already turned a dangerous, sickly shade of green.I leaned back against the plush velvet sofa, folding my arms tightly over my massive, nine-month bump. “Well, nobody showed me the graphic director's cut back then, did they?”“Oh gods, please turn it off,” Kai groaned from beside Katerina, slamming both hands firmly over his eyes. “I'm going to throw up all over this Persian rug!”“Don't you dare throw up on my expensive rug!” I snapped at him, but the tough facade was crumbling fast. The longer I stared at the screen, the more I could feel hot tears welling up in my eyes.The woman's raw, blood-curdling scream was still echoing o

Nyxaria If I found out there was even a possibility that the mother I’d spent close to a decade mourning was still breathing, everyone involved would be getting a silver bullet straight to the heart. No questions. No torture sessions. Just blood and bodies. Valen was under-reacting. He was under-reacting so severely that it made my own chest ache for him. I heard the door creak open a second before his scent filled my nostrils, but I kept my eyes glued tightly shut, pretending the exhaustion had finally pulled me under. “Hi, baby,” Valen whispered softly. The mattress sank behind me under weight. For once, he didn't smell like metallic blood or cold iron, and I was grateful for it. His warm hands slid effortlessly around my massive pregnancy bump, gently lifting the weight of it to relieve the constant pull on my aching lower back and I couldn't stop the soft, contented sigh that escaped my lips at the instant relief. He rested a lingering kiss against the back of my