My Brother 90

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Chapter 90: Twisted Truths and Desperate Plans

(Grace’s POV)

Lying on my side, I stared at my phone with a wicked grin spreading across my pale lips. My trembling fingers typed out a message, carefully crafted to provoke Scarlett. Though my body radiated weakness from the ever–worsening silver poisoning, there was still satisfaction to be found in watching someone else squirm.

Scarlett, especially, was such an easy target.

“Alexander promised that once we have the seaside mansion, he’ll decorate it with my favorite white roses. Can you imagine? It’ll look so beautiful when it’s mine.”

My eyes flicked over the words before hitting send. How much better could life get than having Scarlett know Alexander was still by my side? She may have her proud little healing center, her supposed autonomy, but I

had Alexander. And wherever he was, envy would follow her.

Seconds passed. Then her reply arrived.

“Congratulations.”

Just one cold, unfeeling word.

“Ugh!” The phone nearly slipped out of my hand as I gripped it tightly in frustration. That wasn’t the response I wanted. No anger, no resentment–just indifference oozing from those twelve characters. Did she think she was above all of this? Did she think her lack of reaction would spare her the embarrassment of losing?

Forcing myself calmer, I told myself Scarlett’s distant tone didn’t matter. What mattered was Alexander’s devotion to me. Didn’t he show it every day in the sanctuary, promising with his actions and presence that I

was his first priority?

“Yes,” I whispered to myself, a sickly smile curling my lips. Yet deep inside, uncertainty gnawed at me. Could he truly secure the mansion? Would his promise hold weight when Scarlett had such mysterious, powerful

protectors?

“Hmph. Of course, he will manage. He always does,” I murmured, trying to pacify the creeping doubt.

Before I could lose myself further in spirals of doubt, the door to my treatment room creaked open, and Sarah Winter stepped inside.

Her anxious eyes roamed over my frail form before softening. “How’s my beautiful girl feeling today?” she asked, though her voice carried a weight I couldn’t ignore.

Quickly, I hit delete on my messages to Scarlett and tucked my phone away. Sarah’s presence always made me tread carefully, even though she was firmly in my corner.

“Better,” I lied, offering her a weak smile. “Alexander promised we’ll decorate the seaside mansion with roses.

for me.” He’s really going all out to make it perf

For a moment, the strain etched into her face eased as she smiled warmly. “He’s such a devoted partner. You’re lucky to have someone like him, Grace. Especially in these trying times.”

Her words momentarily soothed me, chasing away my doubts. If Sarah believed in Alexander, then maybe I

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But as we spent more time together, my unease returned. It wasn’t just because of the silver fire raging under my skin–it was Sarah’s hesitance.

“So… Scarlett,” I ventured cautiously, trying to sound nonchalant. “What’s stopping you from signing those severance papers she sent?”

Sarah faltered, her hands pausing mid–air as she adjusted the blanket over me. She frowned, avoiding my gaze. “It’s not an easy decision, Grace. She may have hurt this pack’s harmony, but she’s still my daughter. I can’t just wipe her away like she doesn’t matter.”

Her words sent a spark of fear through me.

This wasn’t good.

Sarah’s divided loyalty was dangerous. If she clung to the hope of reconciling with Scarlett, it might unravel everything I had worked so hard to secure in the pack.

“But Scarlett has been distant for so long,” I pressed, my voice faint but insistent. “She’s barely part of this pack anymore. Maybe it’s better for everyone to make things official.”

Sarah turned to me, an unreadable expression in her weary eyes. “There’s more to it than that, Grace. Scarlett’s defiance, her… outbursts… I can’t deny that part of her has always been wild. But I can’t ignore the possibility that the Thorn Pack mistreated her worse than we ever imagined.”

I hardened my features to look empathetic, though panic twisted in my gut. I couldn’t let Sarah reconnect with Scarlett–not when so much of my own survival depended on Scarlett being ostracized.

“That may be,” I said carefully, feigning thoughtfulness. “But wouldn’t it be better to focus on those who’ve stood by you this whole time? People like Alexander and me?”

Sarah tilted her head, studying me with a faint smile. “You’ve always been my steady one, Grace.” you’re looking out for me.”

now,

Feigning modesty, I reached for fier hand, though the motion sent fiery pain coursing through my arm. “Of course. Everything I do is for this family.”

Before Sarah could say anything else, shooting agony ripped through my chest.

“AHHH!” I gasped, convulsing as the silver venom surged through my veins like molten fire. My entire body seized as the poison took hold again, drawing a horrified scream from my lips.

“Grace!” Sarah cried, rushing to my bedside.

The poison was unforgiving. I could see panic etched on her face as her voice carried, calling for the healers. “Help! Someone, please come quickly!”

The room blurred, my vision clouding as I caught glimpses of movement–a pack healer rushing in, Sarah’s voice cracking with desperation.

It didn’t matter, though. The venom beme a reminder of my fragile hold over everything. If I wasn’t careful,

it wouldn’t just take my wolf–it would take everything I cared for, too.

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The warm smell of freshly baked bread filled the small café as Emma and I settled into seats by the sunny window. My chest eased for the first time in what felt like days.

“So,” Emma started, sipping on her tea with an unmistakably mischievous smile. “Guess what I heard about our favorite dying she–wolf?”

I arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. “Grace again? What now?”

Emma leaned forward, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Apparently, things aren’t going well for her. The poison is spreading faster than even the healers expected. It’s gotten so bad they say she might not

be able to ever shift again!”

Her eyes widened theatrically as she added, “And from what I hear, Alexander is running himself ragged trying to secure that seaside mansion.”

The amused snort that left me wasn’t very dignified. “He’s wasting his time. That mansion will never be theirs, not as long as Roman has a say.”

Emma grinned. “I thought you’d say that. Tell me, though–how does it feel knowing Grace is practically falling apart while you’re thriving in every way?”

I pursed my lips, tapping my fork idly against my plate. “Cold satisfaction.” My tone was brutally indifferent.” She made her choices. Now she can deal with the consequences. Dying or not, she’s irrelevant to me.” Emma tilted her head curiously. “Really? You’re telling me you don’t enjoy watching her struggle just a little?” “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” I admitted, though my voice stayed neutral.

“Anyway, forget her,” Emma said cheerfully, brushing the subject aside as she swirled her drink with her straw. “How about we go out tonight? There’s a new club opening downtown. Just imagine–dancing, laughing, and maybe even a little flirting-”

I cut her off with a wry smile. “You’re forgetting someone.”

“Roman? Pfft! Who cares what Mr. Overprotective thinks?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her audacity. “He does. You know how he gets about me. And anyway, I don’t want to cause a scene that could blow back on the center.”

Emma groaned dramatically, leaning back in her chair. “Fine, fine. I suppose being responsible is on–brand for

you.”

“That’s right,” I teased, sipping my coffee.

As the lighthearted conversation continued, my thoughts drifted momentarily to another figure absent from my life.

“I miss Natalie,” I said softly, surprising even myself with the comment.

Emma blinked at me. “Roman’s cousin? I forgot about her. What brought that up?”

“She was there for me after I left the Thn Pack,” I explained, my voice lowering. “Those months were hard. And she made them just a little more bearable.”