All Chapters of Bound To My Sister's Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Diana's POVI stood before the mirror, adjusting the gem-encrusted crown on my head. The rubies and emeralds sparkled under the light. It wasn’t too heavy, but it carried the weight of expectations. On my wrists, gold bracelets chimed softly as they shifted. I kept the jewelry minimal—Lila’s style may have been extravagant, but I wasn’t trying to blind anyone. My dress was a lavender silk that fell in gentle folds to the floor. It hugged my figure but wasn’t overly revealing, just enough to suggest elegance without making me feel like a walking chandelier.With a final glance in the mirror, I sighed. I’d been dreading this evening since Asher suggested I reconnect with Lila’s friends. Friends who probably thrived on scandal and gossip. I could only imagine what they thought of Lila’s miraculous return.When I stepped into the garden, the cool evening breeze hit my face, carrying the mingled scents of flowers and spiced wine. The guests were scattered around, and their voices rose and

Diana Sitting in the quiet bedroom, guilt pressed down my chest like a boulder. Nothing could chase away the heaviness in my heart. I wrapped my arms around myself, staring at the empty fireplace as my thoughts spiraled. I had hurt Asher. I could feel it in the way he walked out of my room. His disappointment clung to the air like smoke. There was no excuse, no reasonable explanation for why I kept pushing him away, especially as we were fated mates. There was nothing physically stopping me from giving him what he wanted. And truthfully, it wasn’t even about him. It was about my conscience. Sighing, I leaned my head back against the cushion. If only I weren’t so damned morally upright, I could’ve just gone along with it. Maybe even gotten pregnant. That way, when the truth about who I was eventually came out, Asher wouldn’t have the heart to send me away. But even as the thought crossed my mind, m

AsherThe hall buzzed with murmurs of conversation. The oak table at the center was scattered with scrolls, maps, and goblets of spiced wine.I sat at the right with the other Lycan Kings, tapping lightly on the armrest of my chair. The other kings, a mix of werewolves and Lycans, were seated along the sides. Their eyes often darted toward me, waiting for my input, approval, or acknowledgment. Being the one they revered so deeply was both a privilege and a burden.King Gerald, a stout werewolf with a graying beard, cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Your Majesty. The rogue attacks in my province have escalated. We’ve lost three villages this month alone. The werewolves under my care are struggling to hold their ground.”I nodded, keeping my face neutral, though my mind churned with irritation. Rogues were like dealing with a plague that refused to die out. “What measures have you taken so far?” I asked, wanting to gauge his strategy—or lack thereof—before offering my counsel.Ge

Diana I lay beside Asher, watching the rise and fall of his chest before I succumbed to sleep. When he woke up hours later, his brows furrowed in confusion as though waking up in an unfamiliar place. Then, like a lightning bolt, he sat up urgently and turned to the clock on the bedside table. His sharp intake of breath made me pretend to sleep. My heart raced as I listened to him shift on the bed. There was a moment of silence, and then I felt the bed shift under his weight. He moved closer, wrapped his arm around me, and settled back down. His warm body pressed against mine as he drew the duvet over himself.A surge of desire filled me when his hardness brushed against my butt. He kept doing it until it became difficult to keep my breathing even. My thighs grew slick with my juices, and when he stopped, I almost cried out.A soft snore escaped his lips. The sound tugged at my heart. I opened my eyes just slightly. The dim light highlighted the perfect curve of his nose and the full

AsherScooting closer, I gripped the steering wheel. My eyes fixed on the path ahead as the Jeep bumped over the uneven trail. The forest seemed alive this morning, with light filtering through the dense trees and casting shadows that danced on the ground. Eddie sat beside me with his arms folded tightly and his face twisted in an irritating mix of disapproval and smugness.“So, what exactly are you going to tell them, Your Majesty?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why didn’t you show up to lead the charge? The warriors must be asking questions by now.”I smirked and kept my eyes on the road. “Oh, I’m sure they are,” I replied casually. “Maybe I’ll tell them the truth—that I was enjoying my wife’s boobs. She has this way of making me forget everything else.”Eddie made a disgusted sound, and his nose scrunched like he’d just smelled something foul. “Duty comes before pleasure, my king,. You, of all people, should know that.”I shrugged, barely suppressing a grin. “You say