Semua Bab Fated to My Ex's Brother-In-Law: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Zoe's POVI climbed the stairs, leaving Xavier in the garage. He needed time to calm down. My forgiveness—if it ever came—wouldn’t be immediate. That was his problem, not mine.He wanted to tell me something about Claire, probably to convince me I had nothing to worry about. But I didn’t care about her. I was done caring about him. His past didn’t matter to me anymore.The only thing that mattered was getting to those coordinates. I had no idea what I would find there, but it was my only lead. My mother left me that clue for a reason. I wouldn’t ignore it. A decade had passed. Anything could have changed. But I needed answers.I rushed through the house, grabbing only the essentials. Clothes, water, a flashlight, a knife. I packed quickly, like I had done this before. Because I had. Running was second nature now."She’s really doing this," Aunt Julie muttered from the kitchen doorway.I ignored her. Nothing to say.Xavier, however, had other plans. By the time I reached the garage, my

Book Two:Do you know what they say about life? They say it's like a journey. Twisting and turning, never stopping until the final destination is reached. And despite everything that I've been through, I feel like my journey has a lot to show me before my final destination.Many thoughts ran through my head as I drove through the American landscapes silently. My beast, Dahlia hadn't talked to me since I started on this road trip. Not that I minded the silence. I won't deny that while once I had been dying to get my animal, having someone hear and judge my every thought became a little annoying, especially because I was going through so much stuff as well.'You are not as entertaining as you think you are either,' I resisted the jumpscare as Dahlia finally decided to let me know that she had indeed been listening to my every thought for the past many hours.'Yes, I have been listening because you still haven't learned to build the mental wall to allow each of us some much-needed priva

I woke Xavier up early the next day and grabbed breakfast to-go. I was eager to get to the coordinates my mother had left me. Desperation clawed at me—I needed to find meaning in my life. I had to find a purpose.We only stopped at a gas station to refuel, grabbing lunch to-go before getting back on the road. Xavier kept glancing at me with concern, and I could see the worry in his eyes. He was hoping that whatever was waiting for us in Kansas would help me, the way I needed it to.The journey was monotonous, the silence stretching on. Spike wanted to talk to Dahlia, but Dahlia still hadn’t accepted his mind-link. She was eager to know more about her mate, but loyal to me. If I was that upset with him, she thought, then he must’ve hurt me badly. Honestly, I was a little mad at him too. Mates were supposed to respect, love, and protect each other. They were supposed to have each other's backs. But Xavier—my mate—had abandoned me and chosen someone else.The sun began to set, casting or

I clung to Xavier's hand as we hurried after the old man through the woods. His flashlight barely cut through the darkness, and the drizzle made everything feel like some weird nightmare.I was scared—like, really scared. But Xavier was holding my hand like he was the one who needed it, so I didn’t pull away. I could practically feel his nerves through his death grip on my fingers. Weirdly enough? I was kinda glad for the storm. Without it, he’d never have dragged me out here like this. There was something hanging in the air between us, but I was too busy trying not to freak out to figure out what."How much farther?" Xavier demanded, voice tense.His grip tightened even more—my fingers were going numb. Every thunderclap made me jump, my whole body shaking. I was barely holding it together. I needed walls. A roof. Now."Just up ahead," the old man called back, not slowing down.Xavier muttered under his breath, "Yeah, sure," eyeing the guy like he might turn into a serial killer any s

Zoe's POVWe'd just finished breakfast when some guy a few years younger than Xavier walked in, wiping grease-stained hands on his apron."Morning everyone," he said way too cheerfully.The old man jumped up to make coffee while the kid—who I assumed was the "son"—nodded at us before disappearing into his room. He came back a few minutes later in clean clothes, accepting the coffee like this was some perfectly normal morning."Your car's all fixed," he announced, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth.Xavier's eyes narrowed. "What was wrong with it?""Fried electronics. Common issue with modified older models." The kid shrugged like this wasn't suspicious as hell.I got up to grab my coat from the guest room, but froze when I heard the old man slide something across the table."What's this?" Xavier's voice had that dangerous calm tone."Your bill," the old man said like this was completely normal.I turned just in time to see Xavier's face go through five different emotions."Bill?" h