My Husband's Mate Is My Sister

Chapter 8

~LUCAS~

I opened my eyes the next morning, hoping that the events of the day before were all just a dream. However, the second I realized I was lying on a sofa, I knew it couldn't have been a dream.

My eyes travel around the room until they lie on Freya. She's fast asleep, hugging a pillow close to her chest. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.

"Fuck." I growl low and soft.

This was my life now. I'm a married man. Freya is my wife. . . Not Avery. I felt a sharp tug in my chest whenever I thought about it.

I ran a hand down my face; I needed to get some fresh air. Maybe a run would be good for me. I slowly approached the door, careful not to wake Freya.

I silently turn the handle but am unprepared when I find Avery at the door. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn't just her here but her father as well. I narrow my eyes at the man who turned my life upside down.

"Good morning, son-in-law," he greets me. "I take it that you and my daughter had very little sleep last night."

What a f*****g creep to be talking about his daughter's wedding night like that.

Everything was a joke for him, and it made me sick. I can't stop myself from looking at Avery again, even though I know I must stop wanting her. I couldn't help but notice the way her long blond hair flowed beautifully around her, and I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through the strands.

For some reason, it felt like she knew exactly what I was thinking as her cheeks reddened. I was making her blush brightly, it was a beautiful shade on her flawless skin.

"Where is my daughter?" Gideon continues when I don't answer his earlier question. "If she's still asleep, she must be exhausted from last night."

Avery's eyes widened at his words, and she couldn't hide the pain from me. I felt her pain straight through my chest.

Damn it. Every time she felt any kind of pain, I would always feel it as well. How am I supposed to ignore her when we were this bloody connected? It simply wasn't possible.

There was also the choice to reject each other. . . That was out of the question. If I rejected her, she would be in a lot of pain. I've put her through enough already by marrying her sister; I didn't want to put her through more. There was also the fact that I knew I wouldn't be able to survive the pain of letting her go.

"She is asleep." I finally answer him. "I think that you shouldn't disturb her. Let her rest. She needs her rest."

Avery gasps, and I felt like f*****g kicking myself. She may take my words the wrong way. She might believe that it's confirmation that I slept with Freya last night. However, I never touched her; I couldn't touch her at all. However, I had a faint memory in my head of her hands on my hair last night. It must have been a dream. But why would I ever dream of Freya touching me when the thought made me uncomfortable?

"Good," Gideon says. "I'm glad to see that you are already taking good care of my daughter. I always knew that you would be a good match for her. I never doubted that you would treat her the way she deserves to be treated."

I wasn't so sure about that. I was already hurting Freya because I couldn't give her what she needed from a husband. All I could do was protect her for now.

"Is that all?" I ask him. "I would like to go for a run, and you're kind of in my way."

"A run?" he asks me. "You are now married to my daughter and are a part of this family. That means that you must join my sons in whatever missions they have ongoing. It's your duty to know more about my family business and how to protect it with your life."

Fuck.

Does this mean that I have no freedom to run when I wish to?

"Then what do I need to do?" I ask him. "Where do I start?"

"You don't start anything right now." He answers me. "Your first duty is to get my daughter pregnant. I need a grandchild after what happened with my f*****g son. The boy betrayed me for his mate and took what was supposed to be mine away from me. Now that you and Freya are married, it's only right that I get a grandchild soon."

I stiffen at his words.

A grandchild?

Was this man f*****g insane?