All Chapters of My mate is my brother-in-law and the alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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,

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

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'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’s POVI scowl and turn on my heel, speed-walking away before I do something humiliating, like trip over a severed limb. I don’t dare look back, but I can feel him watching me as I disappear into the trees.Who the hell was that guy?You called him an angel, Lilly. Are you being serious right now?He slaughtered those men like they were nothing, and yet… I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. Those tattoos—detailed, intricate, like paintings. And one in particular—it looked familiar. But where had I seen it before? Ugh. Add that to my ever-growing list of “figure out later.”For now, I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere I can breathe, process, think about the absolute disaster my world has become.Agatha isn’t really my sister. She’s a princess and apparently the key to some grand scheme.My dad was close with the European Lycan clan. Why?The war .Alexander is a psychotic, power-hungry bastard and the mystrious reason why he is even here instead of fighting the war he appear