All Chapters of My Husband’s Brother Is My Mate?!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Selene! Selene, where are you?"The dark was absolute.It pressed against my eyes like black velvet. I could hear screaming. A man's voice cursing. Boots pounding on stone. Crossbows twanged blindly in every direction. Bolts rattled off the pillars.Rhys's weight was still on top of me."Are you hurt?" I gasped."No.""You were hit.""It is only my coat." He sounded dazed. "I think. I do not feel my legs.""That is shock. Come on.""Here!" a small voice hissed from somewhere to my left. "This way! Quick!"Kestrel.I scrambled up, dragging Rhys with me. His hand closed around mine. Together we stumbled through the dark toward the sound of her voice.A small, hard hand seized my sleeve."There is a service stair," Kestrel breathed. "Behind the third pillar. Used by the old Wardens. I found it as a child. Hold on to me.""Cain!" I called."I am here." His voice was hoarse. Close. A strong hand touched my shoulder. "I am with you. I have Lucian.""The others?""Ketra has the wounded. She

(Varek's point of view)I have fought in forty battles.I have been stabbed, shot, burned, and drowned. I have been left for dead in a snowbank. I have eaten my own boots. I have buried three brothers, two wives, and a son. I am not a man who frightens easily.But I will tell you this. There is nothing in the world so terrible as the sound of five hundred wolves charging in the dark, in a tunnel, with their chief at the front shouting his sister's name."ALINA!"It rang off the stone like a trumpet. The White Hand scattered before us like pigeons before a hawk. I swung my axe in a long, flat arc, and four of them went down. Behind me, Orm bellowed, "Hold the line!" and the Redfang closed ranks behind him with a roar.We poured out of the tunnel mouth into a wide, vaulted cellar.Barrels. Crates. Hanging hams. The smell of dust and flour and hot fat. And in the middle of the stone floor, a dozen white-masked men with crossbows, who had been waiting for us, and were now very sorry."Tak

(Lucian's point of view)I have rehearsed this moment a thousand times.In the dark, in my bed, I have imagined my father's face. I have imagined what I would say. I have imagined the words, polished and sharp, lined up like soldiers. You are a tyrant. You are a murderer. You are not my father.I have imagined it so often that I thought I was ready.I was not.He stood twenty feet away, near the foot of the Moon Throne, in his silver robe, with a silver chain around his neck and a small black rod in his hand. His silver hair was neat. His face was calm. He looked like a kindly teacher, waiting for a class to settle.He was watching Selene.He did not see me coming.I crossed the floor in silence. I had learned that skill young, in a house where footsteps meant punishment. I slid between two pillars, stepped over a fallen guard, and stopped three paces behind him."Father," I said.He did not turn. "Lucian.""I want to talk.""This is not the time.""It is exactly the time."He sighed.

Thane's words echoed in my ears.He will do the same to you.I knew it was true. I had known it since Corvin stepped into the light. A man who would turn on his oldest allies in a breath would turn on anyone. There would be no partnership. There would be no mercy. There would be only the Heart, and the one who held it, and a thousand wolves on their knees.I lay on the cold marble with my cheek against the stone.The weight on my skull was like a mountain. It pressed me down. It whispered in a voice that was not mine. Stay. Stay. Stay.But I had the Charter.It lay under my chest, warm against my heart, glowing faintly through the vellum. Its light seeped into my ribs like water into dry earth. It did not push the voice away. It simply stood beside me, steady and patient, like a hand held out in the dark.I am the Warden, I told myself. I am the Warden. I am the Warden.I pushed.My arms shook. My elbows trembled. I got one knee under me. Then the other. I rose, inch by inch, with swe

I do not remember how we got out.I remember noise. A vast, deafening, grinding roar, like a mountain splitting. I remember dust, a thick, choking gray cloud that swallowed the torches and the pillars and the faces of my friends. I remember hands, dragging me, shoving me, hauling me through a gap in a fallen wall.I remember Rhys's arm around my waist. His voice, hoarse and fierce in my ear. Keep moving. Do not stop. I have you.I remember the sky.We burst through the great doors into the open courtyard, a hundred of us, stumbling, coughing, covered in white dust. The night air was cold and sweet. A thin silver crescent hung over the towers.Behind us, the Great Hall collapsed.It went in a single, shuddering, thunderous rush. The dome folded in on itself. The pillars crumpled. A column of dust rose a hundred feet into the air and hung there, glittering in the moonlight.Then silence.I stood in the courtyard with my hands pressed to my mouth."Is everyone out?" I whispered. "Is ever