My heart stops. For a moment, everything around me falls away. The people, the noise, the ballroom—all of it disappears as I stare at him. My chest feels tight, like I can’t breathe, and my mind goes blank. It’s him. The man who kissed me, who left me reeling with emotions I didn’t even understand… is Lilly’s fiancé. … After watching the brutal death of her father in the Vanderwilson pack at the age of 10, Agatha’s life has been nothing but a nightmare. Lycanless and powerless, she’s trapped in a world where strength is everything—and she has none. Her stepfather Nick’s abuse keeps her in the shadows, and her once-loving family now feels like a distant memory. But when her sister Lilly announces her engagement to the new Alpha of the Vanderwilson pack, Agatha is forced back into the world she was rejected from. At Lilly’s lavish engagement party, Agatha crosses paths with a mysterious man in the garden—an encounter that stirs a deep, forbidden connection within her. But when she learns that the man is none other than Lilly’s fiancé, her world shatters. Agatha’s heart is torn between a burning attraction and her loyalty to her sister. With secrets lurking beneath the surface—ones that could destroy her world —Agatha must decide whether to follow her heart or protect the ones she loves. In a world ruled by Lycans, what happens when the real danger comes from within? Betrayal, forbidden love, and dark secrets collide in My mate is my brother-in-law and the alpha —a heart-pounding, emotional rollercoaster you won’t be able to put down
View MoreLilly's lungs burned as she tore through the shallow woods, her feet pounding against the cold earth, heart slamming against her ribs like a war drum. She didn't dare look back. The men from the Winterfall mansion were on her tail, and their footsteps sounded too close.“Faster, Lilly, faster!” she practically screamed at her own legs, begging them to move even though they felt like lead. The branches scratched her bare arms, but she didn’t care. Pain was better than getting caught.“We can’t let her get away! Do you understand me?” one of the men growled behind her, his voice low but urgent.‘Yeah, well, good luck with that,’ she thought, a wild grin flashing across her face despite her fear. She was fast—always had been. And if she could make it to the deep part of the Winterfall woods, she could lose them for sure.She pulled her gun from her waistband and blindly fired over her shoulder. The loud pop-pop shattered the stillness of the forest.“Ah!” A man screamed in pain, and she
Lilly crouched on the thick branch of the old oak tree, her fingers gripping the rough bark as she steadied herself. The Winterfall mansion loomed before her, its darkened windows staring back like hollow eyes. A cold breeze rustled through the night, sending a chill down her spine, but she ignored it.She hadn’t been here in years.Not since the night she left.The memory was fresh, like an old wound reopened. The cold corridors, the heavy silence, the unbearable weight of her father’s death pressing down on her. She had escaped that night, vowing never to return.Yet here she was.With a heavy sigh, she reached for the familiar window on the east wing, pressing her fingers against the frame. It was still loose—just as it had always been. With a careful push, she eased it open and slid inside, landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.The air inside was stale, thick with dust and memories. The east wing had been off-limits for years—her father’s private space, filled with history
Amelia stared at the sun through the window, barely registering the monotonous drone of the lecture in the background. It had been three days since Agatha and Luis had vanished without a trace. This morning, whispers spread that Lilly—the soon-to-be Luna—was also missing from Vanderwilson. Their mother was worried. Even their usually unshakable father seemed tense. But Amelia? She couldn’t care less. The only thing consuming her thoughts was the most efficient and agonizing way to kill Agatha. Nick had given her the order, but she hadn’t needed much convincing. Hurting people, watching them writhe, seeing the light flicker from their eyes—it was a high unlike anything else. And Agatha? She was the perfect prey. The odd lycan child, the winter fall princess who came to Vanderwilson as nothing but now has everything, walking around like she wasn’t the biggest threat to everything Amelia held dear. A smirk curled Amelia’s lips as she scribbled absentmindedly in her notebook. Beside he
Lilly double-checked her duffle bag one last time, ensuring she had everything she might need for her journey. Clothes, makeup, pads, skincare, a brush, lots of bullets, a knife, a flashlight, snacks, water, and her most important tool—a silenced handgun. She wasn’t taking any chances, especially not when she had a hunch that her little sister, Agatha, was tangled up in something dangerous. For the past few days, Lilly had been riddled with anxiety. First, there was Alexander and Nick’s cryptic conversation that she overheard, a conversation that seemed to hint at trouble for Agatha. Then, there was Agatha herself, mysteriously vanishing with Luis. If there was one thing Lilly hated, it was being left out of the loop, especially when it involved family. She adjusted the strap of her duffle bag and glanced at the clock on her phone. 1:14 a.m. Perfect. Everyone in the mansion would be fast asleep by now. Luis’s family, the nosy pack members, even the night patrols—no one would suspec
Agatha was in a mood. Not a full-blown, ready-to-bite-someone’s-head-off kind of mood—though she had been known to channel that energy—but a simmering, slow-burn kind of irritation that made her mutter to herself in ways that made people question her sanity. Matthew, their self-appointed guide, was the primary cause of her irritation. All they’d managed to drag out of him was a first name. No last name. No backstory. Just “Matthew.” “Who introduces themselves with just a first name in the middle of a forest while claiming they might know something? Suspicious people, that’s who,” Agatha grumbled mentally to Caroline, her wolf. “Very suspicious,” Caroline replied with an exaggerated sigh. “Probably something embarrassing like Matthew Butterbean.” Agatha snorted. Out loud. Luis, walking a few paces ahead of her, glanced back briefly, his brow furrowed. She waved him off like she’d just sneezed. Luis was another problem altogether. Or, more accurately, the problem was the way her h
The air in the classroom feels heavy, a mix of fear and anticipation thick enough to choke on. Every pair of eyes is glued to Amelia and her friends, Mei and Lee, as they stop in their tracks. The professor, oblivious to the storm he’s summoned, busies himself gathering the shattered remains of his glasses from the floor.“Insolent brats,” he mutters again, this time louder. The words hang in the air, daring anyone to challenge them.Amelia’s sharp green eyes narrow, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. Mei and Lee exchange a quick glance, their expressions darkening with anticipation. The temperature in the room seems to plummet as the tension crackles like static in the air.From the back of the
Amelia stared blankly out of the large windows of Vanderwilson University, her thoughts spiraling into a confusing mix of suspicion and irritation. Sure, she didn’t like Agatha—never had, probably never would—but the girl did save her from those rogue werewolves on campus a few weeks ago. That had to count for something, right?But then there was Nick, her stepfather, a man who seemed to thrive on paranoia and bad vibes. According to him, Agatha wasn’t just annoying; she was dangerous. And maybe Nick had a point. Agatha did spend an offensive amount of time with Luis. Amelia’s lips pressed into a thin line at the thought. Luis was her brother, and she loved him, but she’d learned long ago that men could be clueless about scheming women. Agatha? Scheming. Definitely scheming. Even their dad couldn’t stand her and had been on edge since Luis brought her back.“Miss Amelia,” a voice boomed from the front of the hall, yanking her out of her spiraling thoughts, “if my class is that boring,
Nick strolled down the marble corridor of the Vanderwilson mansion, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. He had just finished an intense meeting with Alexander, the former Alpha of the pack and Luis’s father. While the conversation had left him rattled—Alexander always had that effect—Nick’s confidence quickly returned. He had a plan. A ridiculous, morally bankrupt plan, but a plan nonetheless.Stopping in front of a familiar door, Nick smirked. Amelia’s room. The youngest daughter of Alexander and Luis’s half-sister. Nick had always known how to pick his marks, and Amelia was perfect: young, impressionable, and desperate for attention.With a swift glance down the hallway to ensure no one was watching, Nick turned the knob and slipped inside.The room was a riot of pastel colors, fluffy pillows, and an overwhelming number of stuffed animals. Nick wrinkled his nose. It was like walking into a sugar-coated fever dream.Amelia looked up from her desk, her face lighting up the
Lilly paced the length of her lavish bedroom, her steps brisk and uneven. The grand space, adorned with gold accents and rich, dark wood furniture, suddenly felt suffocating. She had barely slept the night before, her mind gnawed by insecurities and half-formed suspicions.Her Lycan's voice slithered into her thoughts, smooth yet insistent. “It could be someone you know.”She froze mid-step, her hands gripping the silk sash of her robe. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head as if to ward off the idea. “Luis wouldn’t—he couldn’t.”“Men can be foolish,” her Lycan continued, a bitter edge creeping into its tone. “Even the strongest can stray. And haven’t you noticed how distracted he’s been lately?”Lilly’s jaw clenched. She had noticed. How could she not? Luis, once the epitome of attentiveness, had grown distant. His eyes often seemed far away, his thoughts tethered to something—or someone—else.Her fingers itched to confront him, to demand answers, but she wasn’t ready for what those
PrologueThe woods are alive, and not in the Disney-princess-singing-to-animals way. No, they’re alive in the “I’m going to eat you and laugh about it” kind of way. Every shadow feels like it’s plotting my downfall. Every crunch under my foot screams, “Here I am! Come and get me!”I’m trembling so hard I might as well be auditioning for a haunted house attraction. Dad marches ahead, calm as a cucumber—or at least trying to look like one. Me? I’m holding onto his jacket like it’s a lifeline, my nails probably leaving permanent holes.“Stay close,” he mutters.No problem there, Dad. I’m basically glued to you.Then I see them.Four Lycans. No, monsters. Each one looks like it’s been sculpted from nightmares. Muscles ripple under matted fur, and their glowing eyes fix on us like we’re the appetizer and dessert rolled into one. My legs turn to jelly. My brain says, “Run,” but my body replies, “Nope.”“Agatha, behind me,” Dad orders. His voice is steady, but I can feel the tension radiating...
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