All Chapters of My Husband’s Brother Is My Mate?!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

They dragged me up the stairs to the wall.I went limp, so they had to carry me. Two guards hauled me by the arms, my boots scraping the stone. Behind me came Cain in chains, a guard at each elbow, and Vivienne, pale and stumbling, and Mara kicking at every shin she could reach.We came out onto the battlements into a blaze of morning light.I stopped struggling.The valley below the pack house was black with wolves.They filled the north road from the ridge to the river. Thousands of them. Red paint on their faces. Bear pelts on their backs. Axes and long spears glinting like a field of wheat. Banners snapped in the wind, wild and dark and torn, each stitched with a single red fang.At the front of the line, on a great gray horse, sat a vast man in a bearskin cloak."Varek," I breathed.Beside him rode a smaller figure on a black horse. He was bareheaded. His hair was wild. A bandage showed white under his open collar, and his face was gray with pain. But he sat straight in the saddl

The cell was cold, and I was running out of time.They had thrown us together in the lowest level of the pack house, three stone boxes in a row, each with a barred window the size of a book. Vivienne was on my left. Mara was on my right. Cain was somewhere far below us, in a cell I had never seen, in chains.I sat with my back against the wall and listened to the hours go by."What time is it?" Mara asked, for the tenth time."I cannot tell.""It feels like noon.""It feels like the end of the world," Vivienne said quietly.Silence. Somewhere, a drip of water. The faint, distant thunder of a wolf-army's drums."I keep thinking," Vivienne said slowly, "about my father's face. In the courtyard, after he confessed. He looked at me. And I thought, he is sorry. For one second." She laughed, a little brokenly. "And then I thought, that is just the face he makes before he lies.""Maybe it was both," I said."Maybe.""I am sorry he is gone.""So am I." Her voice cracked. "I hate that I am."M

I stood alone in a field of kneeling wolves.It was the most horrible thing I had ever seen. A thousand people on their knees, faces twisted, hands clawing at their skulls. Warriors who had fought beside me. Elders who had judged me. Servants who had brought me soup. All of them pinned to the earth by an invisible weight.And in the center of it all, on the platform above me, Corvin smiled."Kill the Luna," he said again.Cain lifted his head.I saw his eyes, and my blood froze.They were white. Not gray, not silver. Blank, bright, empty white, like the eyes of a statue. His face was slack. His mouth hung slightly open. A thread of saliva ran down his chin.He rose.The chains hung from his wrists. He did not seem to notice them. He stood up from his knees in one smooth, mechanical motion and turned toward me."Cain," I whispered.He took a step."Cain, please."Another. His bare feet slapped the wooden boards. His fingers twitched at his sides. He moved like a puppet on strings.But

"Selene!"Rhys's voice cracked across the courtyard. I spun.He was on his feet. The oath had broken from him like ice from a river, and he stood swaying, sword in hand, blood running down his thigh. His eyes were gold and wild."Go!" Cain shouted. He had Vivienne in one arm and was shoving me toward the iron door with the other. "Go after him! We will hold the yard!""Cain...""Go."I went.Rhys met me at the door. He did not say a word. He only caught my hand, hard, and we plunged together into the dark.The tunnel was narrow and damp, with a low arched roof that scraped my hair. Water dripped. The air stank of rot and old iron. A few oil lamps burned in iron brackets, spaced twenty paces apart, casting small pools of yellow light.Ahead of us, far down the passage, I could hear boots. Fast ones. And a thin, high, faintly irritated voice."Hurry! Move, you old fool!""Corvin," I breathed."Faster," said Rhys.Behind us, boots clattered. A heavy shape filled the tunnel mouth. Varek,

I had never climbed so fast in my life.The cliff path was little more than a goat track, narrow and crumbling, slick with soot. My nails tore. My knees scraped raw. Twice I slipped, and once I hung by one hand over a thousand feet of air, with a roar of fire rising from the windows below.But I did not stop.The bond pulled me up like a rope.I hauled myself over the lip of the roof, rolled to my feet, and saw them.Corvin stood with his back to me. He held Rhys's sword raised above his head. Rhys knelt in front of him, bareheaded, his face white with effort, every muscle in his body quivering as he strained against an invisible chain.Behind them, small and silent, stood Maren.Corvin's staff lay propped against the battlements, its silver moon glinting."Stop," I said.He turned.The firelight lit his face from below, carving it into deep hollows. His pale eyes widened. For a moment, I saw something that might have been fear."Luna," he said. "You are persistent.""Put the sword do