Mated to My Ex-husband’s Brother
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“She cheated!” Someone from the crowd yelled as I stood over the dead body of the pack’s strongest female warrior, my dagger dripping with her blood.
They all thought I was just a weak breeder, a broken woman sold off by her own family to a beast. My sister stood in the crowd, clinging to my ex-husband, smirking as I was thrown into the arena. They wanted to see me torn apart. They wanted to see the Alpha’s new toy broken before the mating ceremony even truly began.
“I choose you,” I had declared, pointing at the strongest warrior. The crowd laughed. My husband, the cruel Alpha Casimir, watched from his throne with those cold, onyx eyes, a woman sprawled on his lap. He told me to drink poison or die fighting. I chose to fight.
She was bigger, stronger, and armed with three weapons. I had nothing but my bare hands and a lifetime of suppressed rage. She lunged, expecting an easy kill. But she didn’t know that pain had been my only teacher. I dodged, I weaved, and when she pinned me down, raining blows on my face, I didn’t cry for mercy. I spat in her face.
In that split second of her disgust, I snatched her dagger.
I didn't stop until the blade was buried in her throat. The arena went silent. The laughter died. I looked up at the beast on the throne, blood soaking my tattered gown, my eyes burning with a promise: This is just the beginning.
Later, in his chambers, Casimir cornered me. I thought he would kill me for embarrassing his pack. Instead, he looked at my wounds with a dark, unreadable expression. “You reek of him,” he spat, referring to my ex-husband. “I wouldn’t touch what his hands have tainted.”
“Then let me go,” I hissed.
“No,” he whispered, his hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look into the abyss of his eyes. “You are bound to me now. You chose the wrong poison, Leia. And now, I own you.”
They all thought I was just a weak breeder, a broken woman sold off by her own family to a beast. My sister stood in the crowd, clinging to my ex-husband, smirking as I was thrown into the arena. They wanted to see me torn apart. They wanted to see the Alpha’s new toy broken before the mating ceremony even truly began.
“I choose you,” I had declared, pointing at the strongest warrior. The crowd laughed. My husband, the cruel Alpha Casimir, watched from his throne with those cold, onyx eyes, a woman sprawled on his lap. He told me to drink poison or die fighting. I chose to fight.
She was bigger, stronger, and armed with three weapons. I had nothing but my bare hands and a lifetime of suppressed rage. She lunged, expecting an easy kill. But she didn’t know that pain had been my only teacher. I dodged, I weaved, and when she pinned me down, raining blows on my face, I didn’t cry for mercy. I spat in her face.
In that split second of her disgust, I snatched her dagger.
I didn't stop until the blade was buried in her throat. The arena went silent. The laughter died. I looked up at the beast on the throne, blood soaking my tattered gown, my eyes burning with a promise: This is just the beginning.
Later, in his chambers, Casimir cornered me. I thought he would kill me for embarrassing his pack. Instead, he looked at my wounds with a dark, unreadable expression. “You reek of him,” he spat, referring to my ex-husband. “I wouldn’t touch what his hands have tainted.”
“Then let me go,” I hissed.
“No,” he whispered, his hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look into the abyss of his eyes. “You are bound to me now. You chose the wrong poison, Leia. And now, I own you.”

















































