Page 69 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

If everything went as planned, Eleanor would have a life that did not include me in it. That was the only acceptable conclusion to all of this.

I pulled away from her.

“Get some rest,” I said gruffly. “Lily will be right outside if you need anything.”

I was out of the room before she could respond.

“You made a treaty with the Bloodfrost Pack.” Dylan sounded almost as unimpressed as he looked, and I fought the urge to snap at him.

Something was suspicious about the rogue attack on Eleanor.

On my way here, when I’d stopped by the border to see if I’d missed anything in my rush to save Eleanor, all the evidence was gone.

The bodies of the rogues had disappeared. The sentries patrolled as though they’d never left. The entire mess had been cleaned up in the hours I’d waited for Eleanor to wake up.

Dylan had been shocked to discover I was back, and seemed unaware of the attack on Eleanor.

Was it a pretense?

If he wasn’t responsible, there was only one other suspect I could envision spearheading this.

My brother’s pregnant mate, Micah.

There was a surefire way to confirm my suspicions, but I’d vowed to myself never to do that again.

No matter what.

Deductive analysis would have to do.

“You’ll be the alpha who ended a generational war,” I deadpanned in response to Dylan’s glacial glare.

He stood from his chair and walked toward me, his regal bearing holding all the authority of an alpha.

“Can you guess what they would’ve done if they’d gotten Eleanor, the woman they thought was the future luna of the Nightshade Pack?” he baited, his eyes narrowing at my outward lack of reaction.

Could I guess?

Just the memory of that day was enough to enrage my wolf and me.

It was strikingly similar to the panic I’d felt earlier as I carried Eleanor home, praying she wouldn’t die along the way.

Dylan leaned in, his voice dipping to a vicious taunt.

“They would have returned her to us in pieces. But then again, you don’t really care about her. Eleanor is just a means to an end for you, isn’t she?”

My razor-thin hold on my control snapped.

I grabbed Dylan by his nape and tossed him across the room.

Dylan straightened, a growl on his lips, but I was already next to him, slamming his head back against the wall.

The monster approved.

With no one but the two of us here, there was no need to hold back like I had in the duel.

Dylan struggled, pushing at me physically and with his alpha aura.

He should have known better.

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