All Chapters of Fated to My Ex's Brother-In-Law: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered to her. Did she even realize that she was doing it, or was it the mate bond making it happen? “About what?” She asked and I raised my brows confused, so she repeated herself, “You were about to say something when I said I’ll ask Auntie Julie to bring homecooked dinner.” “Yes, yes.” I mentally facepalmed, what was happening to me? “Jacob and I got this. You have been here since morning. Thank you for your help, but you should go home and get some rest. If I’ll need you I’ll call, or send Jacob to pick you up. Take my keys. You don’t have to drive all the way back to Silver Moon in this weather.” It was February and still snowing. I was not going to allow her to travel in this weather alone. She wanted to refuse or argue but I dangled my keys in front of her, and she quickly got them. Everyone who had been to the loft loved it. Except for my father who did not approve of my methods. But he did not matter anymore. Once Zoe

I waited for her to fall asleep before slipping out from behind her, tucking her in properly, and getting in my working chair to resume on the case. Jacob joined me with breakfast for three and some good news. I shushed him so he did not wake Zoe up. Jacob and I sorted through the new data that he had brought, a plan started to form in my head. But I needed more details before I could confirm or set anything in motion. A premature plan is more dangerous than no plan. It was clear that John had played the long game. I had to do the same. I just didn’t want it to be too late. Alyssa had chosen a spring wedding, which meant that we had roughly two more months to free Zoe’s father and confirm if John was truly an awful person beyond redemption or not. Jacob had gone to attend a call on my behalf as Zoe stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes adorably. I had seen her wake up before, but not like this. It did not make her less cute. Quite the opposite. “What time is it? How long was I aslee

Zoe's POVXavier did not get to say anything on the topic because as soon as we started chopping onions, we were surrounded by people who were also chopping vegetables for ‘the stew’ and I was shocked to find Xavier actually smiling like this was his home and not the loft. He joked with the people around him and popped some cut carrots in his mouth now and then. There were no traces of the scary Alpha Councilor that the rest of the world knew. “Alpha, it’s time.” A huge man came from behind Xavier and nodded from where he had come. Xavier quickly dropped the knife and dried his hands on a white scarf with a golden print that he had dangling from his belt. I had seen this scarf in his loft a few times, too. “Time for what?” I asked. “To set up the outdoor oven.” Eva, a woman sitting beside me, answered on his behalf, as he had already gone after the man. “Outdoor oven?” I asked, intrigued. “There are too many of us to cook in the regular ovens inside. So, Alpha helps make a huge o

Xavier’s POVIt had been an eventful couple of days. I was getting closer and closer to digging enough dirt on John to make sure I could save my little sister from making the worst mistake of her life by choosing that scumbag as her life partner and chosen mate. Jacob had been going on various assignments underground and hiring anonymous people to make sure nobody knew that I was looking for something. That is how I have always worked. In silence, until it was time to reveal what I had been working on. It always helped to catch everyone off-guard. John was going to be no exception. I had a feeling there was more to him than he let on for Zoe’s case. He had ruined her life and family. But I remembered him contacting her during his engagement afterparty. And he had something to Zoe at the parking lot after our lunch together. Yes, he was her ex but my gut was telling me that there was something else brewing. Something that I would not like at all. I could not ask Zoe, I had a feel

Xavier’s POVI sat on the stool and picked up the brush. I glanced at my gorgeous mate lying in the hammock without a single piece of fabric covering her and wanted to paint her instead of the canvas. But my brush refused to touch the paint. I was agitated. How dare John play with my sister’s emotions and then blackmail my mate to cheat with him? I was upset for Alyssa. But more importantly, I was furious for Zoe. Why had she let her ex push her around like this? How long had she suffered like this? Clearly, nothing had happened between them or he wouldn’t be blackmailing like he was. But then what leverage did he have on her? “Xavier?” I jerked to reality when she called my name. “You’ve been staring at the blank canvas for five minutes now.” She softly reminded me, and my heart ached for some reason. Was it the effect of mate bond? But I hadn’t even accepted her as mine yet. I still had hope for Claire to someday return to me from wherever she had gone for whatever reasons. “