Todos los capítulos de Sleeping with my Mate’s brother: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

NyxariaValen had a better chance of being chased by a flying pig than being chased by me for our lessons.Man of my word, my ass.I held up my phone, taking a quick photo of Katerina as she walked across the training grounds toward where I was sitting.Me: Wouldn’t she love to know what your father does to you?His response came back instantly and a slow, dark satisfaction settled in my chest.Valen: The cinema. 5pm. We can have a lesson there.I didn’t bother sending a response back, keeping it strictly professional.Besides, the air between us was a lot more awkward than usual since I caught him saying my name as he came with his hand wrapped tight around his cock.The second our eyes had locked through the crack of the door, he’d moved with terrifying speed,his hand wrapping around my throat in less than a second.And I may or may not have kneed him square in the balls before turning around and heading straight back to Zade’s bed.Besides, if he had enough energy to wrap his hands

Valen I made a mistake. And that wasn’t something a man like me ever admitted, even to himself. “You don’t fuck with American gangs, Val,” Katerina sighed, running a hand through her hair as Nikolai delivered another punch to the man who’d tried to get me killed after we signed a business deal. “I got the territory I wanted, didn’t I?” I muttered, leaning back into my chair. I fucked with whoever I wanted to fuck with. But my mistake wasn’t almost getting killed by a group of humans with guns and tattoos. My mistake was a five-foot-seven she-wolf with black hair and blue eyes. I shouldn’t have kissed her. Sure, it made us look like a random couple making out, hiding us from the men that night. But with the way she’d occupied my mind every single fucking day since, I should have just taken my chances with the bullets. “I need a good fuck,” I said aloud right as my sister smacked the back of my head. “You might have a gang coming after you soon, there's a man half-d

Nyxaria I was such a fuking hypocrite. My dress was yanked down, exposing my ass completely to the cool air a second before his palm came down on my ass three times in sharp, stinging succession. “So you did want to get fucked by me?” Valen’s voice dripped with arrogant amusement, and even while I wanted to snarl at him, he wasn't wrong. I’d known I was fucked the second he walked into the shop at seven sharp. His gaze was locked onto me the entire time, heavy and suffocating while I practiced designs on paper. It was painfully obvious that Katerina’s presence was the only thing stopping either of us from acting on what he’d said the last time we spoke. The second she stepped through the front door and our eyes locked across the quiet shop, the illusion of my control shattered. Whatever morals, guilt, or humility I’d been clinging to just vanished into thin air. And Valen wasn’t giving me a single fucking second to regret it. He flipped me over and hoisted me onto th

NyxariaIt was like the Moon Goddess herself had reached down and handed me a solution on a silver platter.It was everything I had been fighting for.So why the hell did I say no?“What?” Zade asked, his voice quieter like he couldn’t process the sound of the word.“No,” I repeated, letting the word ring out, clearer and firmer this time.Beside him,Valen scoffed, roughly shoving the guard he was holding to the floor but no one looked at him.Viktor stayed silent from the top of the stairs, his dark gaze cutting down into me, while Luna Elena looked at me like I'd just slapped her across the face.Zade opened his mouth to speak again, but the tiny pitter-patter of bare feet broke through the tension.“Are you okay, baby?” Katerina said and everyone’s head snapped toward the doorway.She was already crouched low on the floor, using her body as a shield to block the toddler from the bloody sight of the room. But Alina wiggled against her sister's shoulder, pointing a tiny finger right

ValenThe worst way to know somebody is six feet under.“I never understood why they didn’t just bury you in Russia,” I whispered, stepping closer to my mother’s gravestone. “Until now, that is.”I scoffed, leaning down to flick away a bit of dirt that had managed to smudge the cold granite.Even in death, Viktor still wanted some kind of claim over her.Irina Romanov. 1979–2010. Beloved Luna and Mother.“Motherfucker didn’t even bother to add that you were mated,” I muttered into the silence.There were barely any flowers on her grave, and even the few scattered across the stone were long dead, dry, and decaying. The sight made guilt coil like a hot wire in my gut.“I’m sorry I didn’t visit all these years, Mama.”The rustling of the tree leaves in the wind was my only response in the quiet field.The only good thing Viktor managed to do was grant her peace in the afterlife by burying her on private land, far away from his new pack and toxic shadow.“And yes,” I added, swallowing dow