Todos los capítulos de Sleeping with my Mate’s brother: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

NyxariaBad decisions and I were like bees and honey.Actually, no. I was a fucking magnet for scenarios that led straight to them.I looked to my side at my latest bad decision.We’d moved to the bed, keeping a small, respectful gap between us, but Valen’s fingers were still around my hip. His palm was burning hot through my shirt. It was a heavy, constant reminder that he was right there.The storm had let up, but not completely.His eyes were closed, his throat directly in front of me. In the dark, I caught the sudden dip of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard.I didn't know what the fuck I was thinking as my hand trailed along his side, and Valen hummed low at the contact, a deep sound that vibrated straight through my ribs.Oh, he was definitely awake.His eyes opened slowly, but he didn't pull back. He turned his head to face me, his fingers loosening on my waist just enough to hold me there without trapping me.“Are you okay?” I whispered, surprised at the words leaving my mo

Valen Nyx looked like a live grenade with the pin pulled. “Drink?” the waiter asked, but I shook my head without taking my eyes off her. I needed a clear head if I wanted to have a lesson with her later. Given our history, alcohol and Nyx were a dangerous mix. Though considering the look on her face right now, I wouldn't even blame her if she didn't show. What happened? Zade laughed at whatever the stranger said to him, oblivious to the tension rolling off his mate in waves. “The kids always love the red velvet cupcakes you make,” Zade’s mother said, coming to stand beside me. I nodded, forcing a small smile so as not to appear rude. I had nothing against Elena, but my mom ran the charity before she did. I participated in the kitchen for her memory, not for Elena. She disappeared from my side to charm another guest. She was a freak for events like this. I returned my gaze to Nyx, my eyes fully assessing her black hair pulled tight into a bun and the red dress hugg

Elena (Zade’s Mother) I loved my son with every single fiber of my being. But my oh my was he a fucking idiot. Zade was an heir who had everything handed to him, yet he was ready to throw his future into the dirt for a girl who looked at him like a cage. He had stood there in the ballroom like a starved dog waiting for scraps, completely oblivious to the sharp, dangerous shift in the air—and the scent of his own stepbrother clinging to her dress. “You have the smell of blood on you, still,” I told Viktor, reaching up to undo the dozens of pins holding my hair in place. One by one, the tight style gave way, letting the long, golden waves finally fall free over my bare shoulders. “I had business to take care of,” he shrugged, sliding under the covers with a low exhale. He glanced up, his gaze sharp and calculating as it lingered on me. “Your roots are starting to show, Elena. I don’t like that.” My hand froze in my hair. I leaned toward the mirror, searching the parting, and tru

NyxariaThe air back at the Silverline pack was different.“Thank you,” I said, closing the door as the little yellow taxi pulled away.Valen had insisted it wasn’t a good idea for us to arrive together, dumping me in a cab first thing this morning. Or maybe he just didn’t want to be around me.Well, fuck him. I didn’t want to be around him either.“Let me help you with that, miss.” One of the pack guards stepped forward, reaching for my duffel bag, but I snatched it out of his reach.“I’ve got it,” I said sharply.It was just clothes anyway. I’d left the items from the black market hidden in the back of Valen’s truck before he threw me in the taxi. Nobody in this pack was stupid enough to ask him questions.And deep down, maybe I’d done it on purpose. Because it meant, whether he liked it or not, we weren't done with each other.I adjusted the ugly gray shirt Valen had given me, forcing at least a part of me to look presentable as I walked from the compound toward the pack house.“M

NyxariaToday was going to be a good day.It’s amazing what three back-to-back orgasms will do for a girl’s outlook on life.“Dinner?” Kai asked from where he lay on the tattoo table, and I shook my head, working on another design on his body.“Why am I getting this again?” Kai tried to sit up, and I smacked him hard on his chest, sending him flying back down.“Because I’m trying a new technique,” I replied, wiping a streak of excess black ink from his skin before dipping my needle back into the cup.“So I’m a guinea pig?”“What other use could you possibly have?” I scoffed, which made him laugh.Spending my afternoons and evenings at the tattoo shop had quickly become one of my favorite things to do. It beat sitting around watching Zade pout like a dramatic toddler, waiting for me to beg for his feelings.“Have you ever experimented before?” Kai suddenly asked while I stretched the skin over his ribs with two fingers and set the needle humming again.“With modern alcohol and drugs?”