All Chapters of My Husband’s Brother Is My Mate?!: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"I will kill him," Bryn said.She had her sword half out of its sheath before I could move. Her face was white and terrible. A vein pulsed in her forehead. She stood over Tomas's crumpled form with the blade shaking in her hand."Bryn," I said."He sold us.""I know.""He sold us to them. He nearly got you killed. He nearly got her killed." She jerked her chin at Vivienne, who had come running with Cain. "I will cut his throat.""No.""Luna...""No, Bryn."I knelt beside Tomas. His breath came in short, wet gasps. A bandage on his shoulder was soaked through. Blood had dried in streaks along his cheek. He looked ten years older than the cheerful man who had sung about goats."Water," I called.Mara pressed a cup into my hand. I lifted his head and put it to his lips. He drank greedily, choking."Thank you," he rasped. He looked up at me. Tears streaked his face. "I do not deserve it.""No," I agreed. "You do not. But I would like to hear it all the same."He closed his eyes."It was m

"He is alive," I said.I said it to the stallion. I said it to the dark. I said it to the empty, aching silence in my chest, over and over, until the words lost their meaning."Selene," Cain said gently. "We cannot be sure.""I can." I pressed my hand to my breastbone. "It is faint. But it is there. A candle behind a wall. If he were dead, it would be dark."No one argued. No one dared.We rode on before dawn, leading the black stallion behind us. I did not sleep. I did not eat. I stared at the road, and the road stared back, and the bond hummed its faint, stubborn note.Hold on, I whispered into it. Hold on, my love. I am coming.No answer.We reached the borders of Blackthorne land at noon on the sixth day.The first sign was smoke. A long gray smear against the sky, rising from somewhere beyond the northern hills. The second was silence. No birds. No cattle. Not a single wolf-scout on the road.The third was the army.We crested the last ridge, and I reined in so hard that my mare

(Cain's point of view)I had fought many things in my life.I had fought rogues, and raiders, and my own shadow. I had fought a hundred silent nights with a sword in my hand and no wolf in my chest. I had fought the knowledge that I was a fraud, a hollow thing wearing a king's coat.But I had never been challenged by a man I had known since I was a boy.Maddox had taught me to ride. When I was six, he had set me on a pony and walked beside me in the snow, telling me stories about the old Alphas. He had stood at my father's funeral with a hand on my shoulder.I looked at him across the courtyard, a stooped, furious old man with a silver-topped cane, and felt only a deep, tired sadness."Do not," I said quietly. "You are not well.""I am well enough.""There are enemies at the gates.""I can see them. I am the one who sees them." His voice shook. "I am the only one who sees the truth.""Maddox...""The law allows it. Any Elder may challenge an Alpha who has deceived his pack." He lifted

(Rhys's point of view)The chains were heavier at night.They had thrown me back into Corvin's tent after the display, a big canvas pavilion on the edge of the siege camp, hung with silver lamps and stacked with crates. A thick iron collar circled my neck. A chain ran from it to a post driven deep into the ground. My wrists were bound behind my back. I could not lie down. I could not stand. I could only kneel in the straw, with my head bowed, and listen to my heartbeat.Selene.The bond was faint. A candle behind a wall. But it was there. I held on to it like a rope in a flood.I am here, I whispered into it. I am here.No answer. She was too far, and I was too tired.I had been counting hours. Two days since the ford. Two days of Corvin's men dragging me along the road in a cart, jeering, spitting, throwing stones. They had not beaten me badly. They were saving that for the show. But my shoulder had reopened, and my ribs throbbed, and my wolf was a thin, miserable thing curled at the

I do not remember crossing the courtyard.I remember Mara's scream. A raw, wordless, tearing sound that cut through the dawn like a blade. I remember her running, her skirts flying, her hair streaming loose. I remember her falling to her knees beside Rhys and gathering the dying man into her arms."Tobias," she sobbed. "Tobias. No. Please. No."He lay across her lap with his head against her shoulder. An arrow stood out from his chest, just below the heart. Blood soaked his coat in a great dark stain. His lips were blue. His eyes were open, pale and clear, fixed on her face."Mara," he whispered."I am here.""You came.""Of course I came.""I did not think you would.""You stupid, stupid man." She was weeping so hard she could barely speak. "You stupid, stubborn, ridiculous man. Why did you do it? Why did you step in front of an arrow?"A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. "It seemed the least I could do.""I forgive you," she said fiercely. "Do you hear me? I forgive you. For every