All Chapters of Bound To My Sister's Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Diana  The kitchen was filled with the smells of roasting meats and fresh pastries. Every surface was alive with activity, each maid and helper deeply engrossed in their assigned tasks.  I picked up a freshly baked loaf of bread cooling nearby, broke off a piece, and nibbled on it absentmindedly. The warmth and slight crunch of the crust soothed me. Asher had insisted on throwing a feast to celebrate the pregnancy, inviting council members and other high-ranking packmates. He’d gone all out, even commissioning an expensive couture dress for me—a royal blue dress covered in diamonds that sparkled like the stars. Despite the excitement in the castle, I was preoccupied with worries and fears. The plan Theodore and I had made was about to unfold. I felt a storm brewing inside, with fear eating me up.  The thought of confronting Asher with this truth was suf

Diana My heart brimmed with a heavy ache I couldn’t escape. Everything I had feared was now unfolding before my eyes. I stood frozen under Asher's gaze, unable to move or think clearly. At that moment, no one else mattered. My legs trembled, barely strong enough to keep me standing.Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run and save myself. His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now burned with a dangerous blend of anger, disappointment, and his love.Sweat trickled down my neck. Without thinking, I spun on my heel and bolted toward the stairs. The thunder of his footsteps sounded behind me. I didn’t stop. I didn’t stumble. I knew I couldn’t outrun him, but I had to try.I made it halfway down the staircase before his strong arm snaked around my waist. In one motion, he pulled me back and spun me around. My back met the wall firmly, and I found myself face-to-face with him. His presence was overwhelming, his intensity almost suffocating, as he held me there, leaving me no room

Asher I paced my bedroom, allowing my thoughts consume me. The tension in the back of my neck was a dull ache, and my hands occasionally brushed over it, lingering on the spot where Diana had marked me. It was crazy how I had to adjust to her name. I paused by the large window overlooking the courtyard, staring into the expanse outside.Ever since I threw her into the dungeon, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was pregnant. My fingers curled into fists as I leaned against the windowsill. She was pregnant, but then, was it really my child?This question cut through me, and the doubt felt like a betrayal—to myself and the bond we shared as fated mates. The truth should have been enough to silence the whispers of suspicion in my mind.That child was mine. If Lila, who didn't love me, could have my babies, how much more my fated mate?I crossed the room to a side table where a decanter of whiskey and a glass sat. I poured myself a generous amount and downed it in one gulp.The burn