Page 106 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother
How was it possible for the military situation to be resolved so quickly?
“Dylan, you can’t do this to me.”
The sound of Micah’s trembling voice drew me out of my thoughts.
Her eyes sparkled with tears that streaked down her face.
“We’re mated, and we have a child on the way,” Micah pleaded, clutching Dylan’s shirt. “Dylan, I love you.”
I’d never seen Dylan look as closed-off as he did when he pushed her hands off him, his voice snide and accusatory.
“You love me? Or do you love your position as luna and your vendetta against Eleanor?”
Micah froze, and then she blinked at Dylan in exaggerated confusion.
“What are you talking about?” she said, shifting just enough to point at me. “If anything,shehas a vendetta againstme! She’s turning you against me so she can break our family!”
Her voice was so earnest that if I was a stranger, I would’ve believed her.
As if she’d just fully processed what she’d said, Micah rounded on me, her eyes narrowed to slits.
“You did this, didn’t you?” she hissed, steadily moving toward with me a crazed gleam in her eyes. “You want to steal my mate. You just can’t stand to see me happy!”
Micah launched herself at me, but Dylan moved between us, easily holding her back. Micah struggled against him, loud keening sounds escaping her when she found she couldn’t break out of Dylan’s hold.
“Guards!” Dylan called, and two of the pack warriors from earlier walked in.
Dylan tossed Micah into their arms.
Micah seemed too stunned by this sudden development to do anything but stare blankly at Dylan.
“Detain Micah,” Dylan instructed the warriors. “She’ll be kept in isolation until her execution. From this point on, she is no longer the luna of this pack.”
Execution?
“Execution?” Micah echoed my thoughts, snapping out of her daze, her eyes wide as saucers and brimming with fear and the shock of her mate’s betrayal. “Dylan, what are you doing?”
I shifted on my feet, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
Micah had hurt me and betrayed our friendship. She’d also tried to kill me—more than once—but watching this felt…wrong.
I wasn’t sure why Dylan felt I needed to be there to watch him break things off with Micah, but it felt like I was watching something private that had nothing to do with me.
“Surely you didn’t think you could spearhead not just one, but two murder attempts without me finding out.” Dylan’s tone sharpened with accusation, and Micah paled further.
Dylan knew about everything she’d done.
Micah tried reaching for Dylan, but the two guards held her back.
“Dylan, this is a misunderstanding,” she begged. “A plot against our future. You need to hear me out.”
Dylan’s expression remained unchanged.
“I’ve been listening, and all I’ve heard are lies.”
Micah flinched at his words and then dropped her hands to her belly, more tears gathering in her eyes.
“Our baby,” she croaked, still cradling her belly. “You can’t kill our child because of a misunderstanding.”