All Chapters of Mated to my Alpha brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Irina’s POVDamien leads me to the dungeon. The guy who had announced Ivan’s death walked on the other side of Damien. They talk about the possibilities, suggesting who might have killed Ivan if he hadn’t killed himself. We all knew that Ivan had a ridiculous amount of enemies, including those in his own pack. The girl who had been raised as his sibling was his biggest living enemy. Yet, I still couldn’t imagine Rosy doing it, even after what Damien had told me about her.The guy pushes the door open, the smell of blood and faeces hits me hard and Damien apologises, telling me the dungeon was not a priority to clean. I nod, holding a hand to my mouth, trying to prevent myself from vomiting and adding to the nauseating smell.“Are you alright? You don’t have to be here you know?” Damien holds an arm around me.“It’s fine” I try holding my breath, but it just made it ten times worse. “I just

Irina’s POVI couldn’t help myself,As Damien stands in front of me, I hear the gentle and steady thud of his heartbeat. Beating in time with my own. His deep green eyes burn into my own, looking deep into my soul. I knew what he wanted before I even got here. The way he asked me to come to his office, the desire evident in his voice. I thought I could fight it.I had been fighting against Raine all morning, fighting against my own heat. It had been difficult, every single time I looked at him, an overwhelming urge to rip off his clothes ran through me. Why was I fighting it so bad, it was what I wanted, it was what we wanted and yet, I had been determined to fight it, to not let myself be consumed by sex.Standing here in front of him, I couldn’t fight it anymore. His lustful scent hitting me, and I run my fingers down over his stomach, keeping my eyes on his as my fingers dipped into his waistband.He lets out a low growl at my

Irina’s POVI was so hungry. Nothing seemed to fill me up at the moment, my stomach like a bottomless pit. If I wasn’t hungry, I was constantly needing to use the bathroom. Damien watches me as I work my way through my cheeseburgers. They were so good, hitting just the right spot, satisfying my stomach.“Not hungry?” I ask between mouthfuls. Damien had only ordered himself a coffee, but he sits watching me, a knowing smile on his face.“What is it?” I wipe my cheek, wondering if I had ketchup on my face, but the grin stays.He doesn’t get a chance to answer as the wave of nausea hits, just as the final mouthful touches my stomach.“Bathroom’s that way” Damien points behind me, like he was expecting me to be sick. Barely making it into the bathroom, I throw myself towards the sink. Everything I had eaten, making a reappearance.A gentle knock at the door comes and I tell them to go a

Damien’s POVGunnar looks confused, his gaze shifting between Rosy and I. He finally settles on Rosy “You lie child!”A small giggle comes from Rosy’s direction “I’m not the one hiding things, am I, Alpha Damien?”I keep my mouth shut, was she talking about Ivan or Irina. She couldn’t possibly know about Irina.“Child, tell these people to stand down. Blood Pack will slaughter you. Is that what you want?”“I am not a child; I am an Alpha!” Rosy stamps her foot, just like a sulking child.Gunnar’s deep laugh rumbles as he walks towards Rosy, the ground vibrating beneath him. She doesn’t flinch, nor does she back away, trying to stand her ground. “You think you are worthy of being an Alpha?”“This pack is mine by birth right. My father was the Alpha of Black Crescent, I am an Alpha.”“Was” Gunnar growls,

Damien’s POVI stare at the letter. Every so often I would glance up at my mate, who was now dry heaving. Dropping the letter, I find myself rubbing Irina’s back, trying to reassure her that it was all okay, that everything would work out. I had no idea which bit was freaking her out, the news of our child or the news that she would be bringing Blood Packs reign to an end.Her hands rest on her stomach as she gasps for air whispering the words ‘ultimate Alpha’ over and over. I was trying to concentrate on her and not think of the letter, but I couldn’t get the words out of my head either.Beads of sweat start forming on Irina’s skin, her eyes search mine as they begin to glaze over. She was on the verge of passing out. Lifting her from the chair, I take her through to the main room, laying her on the couch.“Water” she gasps at me, and I head towards the kitchen, stumbling over a floorboard on my way.