Page 53 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

Goddess, his voice.

I could listen to it forever.

It was a perfect blend of seductive sensuality and primal masculinity that sent tingles right between my thighs.

Had his voice always had this effect on me? I couldn’t remember.

Dylan held me closer, and the resulting pain broke the thrall Alexander’s voice had put me under.

“I won’t,” Dylan bit out, his tone almost protective. “This isn’t the time for you to be controlling. Eleanor is hurt and she needs?—”

“Her mate,” Alexander interrupted with a growl that was closer to me, vicious yet somehow arousing. “She’s in heat.”

That wasn’t possible. But Lara’s purr deep within me confirmed his words.

Heat was a biological reaction in a female werewolf who’d been claimed, but hadn’t fully formed a mate bond. It was nature’s way of ensuring the consummation and completion of the mate bond.

The female werewolf would experience pain and unbearable desire that could only be sated by her mate, while the mate in question would be unable to resist her.

But that wasn’t what had Dylan stiffening and me in shock.

No. It was the fact that heat could only happen when the couple were true mates.

Not self-chosen mates like Alexander and I were.

Alexander lifted me out of Dylan’s frozen arms.

“She’s mine.” Alexander’s voice was deadly soft. “Never forget that.”

I had many reservations about being this close to Alexander, considering how we’d parted ways, but I couldn’t hold in a sigh of pleasure at being held by him.

I pounded weakly against his chest as my mind clouded over with an intense yearning for Alexander.

“Let me go,” I demanded, but my voice was too high-pitched and needy as I battled Lara’s insane urge to arch up against him.

Alexander didn’t even pause, his arms impossibly gentle as he carried me.

I twisted, trying to push against him again in a last-ditch attempt at salvaging what was left of my sanity.

“Alexander—” I tried to protest, but his name warped into a moan that was equal parts pain and want as another wave of agony rolled over me.

Alexander cradled me closer, and I tucked my face into his chest.

“I got you,” he said soothingly, his voice a sensual caress that had no business affecting me as much as it did.

The door slammed open and Alexander strode into our room, where Lily was waiting.

“Alpha, I prepared the ice-cold bath as you requested,” Lily said. “The physicians are on their way.”

Alexander barely spared her a glance.

“Thank you, Lily,” he said dismissively, and the door slammed shut as Lily exited our bedroom. Alexander strode into his bathroom like a man on a mission.

My core clenched helplessly. Goddess, I hoped the mission was me.

That was my last coherent thought before Alexander placed me into a bathtub filled with freezing water and floating pieces of ice.

I shuddered violently from the cold, the chill reverberating through me momentarily replacing the pain.

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