Page 80 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

“You forged the note,” I breathed.

Micah didn’t deny it.

She cradled her baby bump as she drifted forward, her brown gaze distant.

“After I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to be happy and forget about you, Eleanor. I really did,” she said softly. “But you won’t rest until you’ve ruined my family and stolen my mate.”

Ruined her family? Stolen her mate?

What was she going on about?

“Micah, I never—” I began, but she didn’t let me finish. Her gaze sharpened as she glared bitterly at me.

“I see the way he looks at you. The way he touches you.” Her eyes turned cold. “That night you caught us together was the last time he touched me.”

So Dylan had been telling the truth.

I thought of all the times he’d begged me for another chance and found myself fighting back an inexplicable wave of guilt.

By not pushing him away firmly enough, had I been doing the same thing Micah had done to me?

I met Micah’s gaze evenly.

“Micah, I don’t have a relationship with Dylan.”

She moved even closer, her dark brown eyes searching mine.

Whatever she saw must not have pleased her because her jaw clenched, her gaze darkening.

“I don’t believe you, Eleanor.”

I felt her hand at my side and I instinctively reached out to stop her, but I was too late.

Micah held the silver dagger she’d pulled from the sheath at my hip, murder gleaming in her eyes.

She was going to kill me.

I moved quickly, hitting her hand and knocking off her aim, but I still felt the clean slice of the silver blade at my neck.

I touched the injury, and my hand came away wet and sticky with my blood.

Micah moved again, but this time, I caught her wrist. We grappled for the blade. I tried to get it away from my neck, while Micah tried to stab my jugular.

In the middle of the squabble, Micah met my gaze and the corner of her lips tipped up into a smirk.

Confusion jolted through me as Micah reversed her aim, taking advantage of my momentum to stab the silver blade right into her shoulder, a scream ripping from her lips.

I froze, unable to understand how Micah had missed me and impaled herself.

That was when the pack warriors, alerted by Micah’s scream, raced in just in time to see their pregnant luna bleeding out…with my hands on the dagger.

Micah began to sob uncontrollably, her body shaking with severe tremors.

“My baby, my baby…” she cried, even though the wound was nowhere near her belly.

She raised her head to meet my gaze and her voice hardened swiftly. “This woman tried to kill me. Seize her!”

“But I didn’t—” I tried to protest, but two pack warriors grabbed me.

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