Reborn to Seduce My Mate's Brother

In the dead of night, as I padded past the study after my shower, a sliver of milky light seeped through the door.

Keira Knightley, Tom Bashington's childhood sweetheart, was perched on his desk, twirling his tie between her fingers.

"Tom, you're really going to let your brother sleep with Jane Cage?"

she purred, tracing the line of his jaw.

"I remember how hard you chased her. Now you're just giving her up?"

Tom's hand clamped around her waist, yanking her close for a bruising kiss on her scarlet lips. "You can't catch a wolf without bait. I've always been in my brother's shadow. If I don't give father a great-grandchild first, he'll never look my way."

"Besides, Jane's nothing special. Not like you-you're wild, a true she-wolf."

Their lewd chuckles echoed as they tangled together.

I clenched my fists, rage searing my throat.

But I knew better than to confront him.

The Bashingtons were ruling pack, and I was just a penniless she wolf.

Tom could crush me like a flea-last life proved that, when his men dragged me back from every escape.

Hugging the wall, I slipped back to my room.

Tom had no qualms canoodling with Keira while I bathed-clear proof I wasn't his mate, just a pawn.

The memory of fire consuming my skin surged back, stoking the hate in my gut.

After drying my hair, I curled under the covers, resolve hardening in my eyes.

Soon, staggered footsteps echoed in the hall.

"Whoa, bro, wrong door! This way!"

Tom half-carried Danzel into my room, grinning at my curled form and the empty milk glass on the nightstand.

" Get some rest."

The mattress dipped beside me, bringing a whiff of citrus.

Tom shut the door, but the moment he left, Danzel bolted upright, staring at the ceiling.

He'd drunk the oat milk laced with moon flower-why wasn't he drugged?

Pretending to wake, I opened eyes,voice slurred:

"Tom, finally! I was scared alone."

I flung my arms around him, feeling his body go rigid.

He didn't push me away, his muscles taut under my touch.

Was he playing along because.

Why else would he have died with me?

I had to seize this.

My lips ghosted along the rough stubble of his jaw.

I tilted my head up, my breath mingling with his as I murmured, "Tom, I want-"​

His eyes flared, molten lava igniting in the depths of his irises.

In a swift, fluid motion, he seized my chin between his thumb and forefinger, the gentle yet firm grip sending a thrill coursing through me.

"What did you call me?" His voice was a low, dangerous purr, vibrating against my lips.​

"T - Tom?" I stammered, my voice betraying the sudden hitch in my breath as his thumb traced the outline of my lower lip.​

"Call me brother."

His command rumbled from deep within his chest, a primal growl that resonated through my entire body.

His gaze locked onto mine, intense and possessive, as if he could see straight into the depths of my soul.​

When I hesitated, caught in the intoxicating web of his presence, he leaned in closer.

His lips brushed against mine, a feather - light touch that made my heart skip a beat.

Then, he nipped at my lip, his teeth applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.

The sensation was a delicious blend of pain and pleasure, his breath hot and insistent against my mouth.

"Say it, and it's yours," he whispered, his words a seductive promise that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.​

My cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed as I finally surrendered.

"Brother."

I breathed, the word a soft, trembling sigh.​

That single word was the spark that ignited the inferno.

His grip on my chin tightened, and a low, satisfied growl rumbled from his throat.

In that moment, I was consumed by the overwhelming heat and intensity of the moment, lost in a sea of passion and longing.

He slammed his mouth to mine, wolfish hunger in every kiss.

His hands tore at my pajama,fingers-digging into my waist as he flung me onto the bed.

The scent of citrus vanished, replaced by a primal musk, his eyes darkening to the color of midnight fur.

Moonlight poured through the window, highlighting the feral edge of his grin.

And as his teeth grazed my neck, I knew: the potion hadn't failed. He'd let it happen.