My brother-in-law is my mate
hit me square in the chest. My mate-the one person the universe c
more of a wal
inch of me, and I felt completely naked, a
ted me enough to make my life a living hell. Now, ad
I'd overheard about the Campbel
ke I was the only one in the room, as if every inch of my skin was on display
, storming across the room toward his son. But before he could reach him, his
forehead told a different story. He couldn't hide the rage. The more he tried to mask his ange
old glares from his father and Byron. He remained calm as hi
ead, praying I could escape his gaze. But it was useless.
creamed to run to my mate, I was still married to the man who treated me like shit. And even if Byron finally
at a pleasant surprise. I would've chased you t
m me. "You've got decades left, Grandma. Trust m
s a small, private gathering, so there wasn't much risk of our awkwardness spilling into the publ
tried to pull my thoughts together.
r was only eighteen, too naïve to understand anything, and my brother was just as greedy as my mother. Both of them spent more time bragging about my mar
ted by his brother crossed my mind more than once. But who was I kidding? Even
d I ever pull off an escape with a child who Byron would hunt down in a second? The Camp
ately trying to plan my next move. The bond with Alex felt like a vice
came first. I couldn't let Kiara, with her selfish, shallow way
oom, knocking the air from my lungs. My mate had followed me, and t
ere
gh my chest. My internal fire alarm blared, telling me to run, yet m
e sound vibrated through my thighs and s
ouder and closer until the warmth of his breath danced along the side of my ne
running fro
, shit,
stammered, and my voice tremble
pth that made me want to run and, at the same time, fall in
hispered. "It's
e mean by that? But before I could as
exi
scared child, I ran toward him, nearly stumbling hastily. Byr
isse
creamed in protest at having another man touching me,
ion for five years. He was the same person who saw me at t
l party made me extremely nervous. We had too much to drink and end
t he denied ever even seeing me. By some miracle, he agreed to marry me despite
of craving his attention, he chose to
cl
rother to hear. His lover stood behind him, glaring dagge
e said to his brother with a smug grin plastered on his face. "I sent you a wedding invite,
it all. I begged him with my eyes to remain silent. I needed to keep my bond with him a
with something darker. His voice was like Byron's, but it had
y for your wife. She's stuck with
beneath the surface. His grip on my wrist tight
"At least I'm married, responsible, and accepted by society. I'm the pack
. "I asked if your wife loves you. I see disgust in her
oom," I muttered, pulling free from Byron's grasp and rushing toward the door. My steps quickened as