Mated To My Ex's Lycan Brother

#Chapter 5 Meet My Ex After Marrying His Brother

Fiona’s POV

I fidget in my seat, nervously glancing at Micah from beneath my eyelashes.

Unlike me, he sits relaxed beside me, his arm thrown over the back of the seat and his muscular jean-clad legs wide open.

My knee pops up and down as I stare at the marriage contract on the table in front of me. After I had called Micah up and blurted that I agreed to marry him, he had only taken a day to get the contract made.

Now here we were, the papers sitting in front of us.

It had felt like the right idea after the whole situation with Auntie Emma but now, nervousness clouds my mind. Doubts infiltrate my mind and Jeremy’s hurtful words keep resurfacing. He had called me a commoner, someone not worth his stature and yet, here I was about to marry his brother. The Prince most likely to inherit the throne.

If Jeremy discarded me so callously, why would Micah be any different?

My knee keeps bouncing as more unpleasant thoughts enter my mind. My nails dig into my palms and I know I am leaving crescent shaped marks on my skin. Just when I think I can’t go through with this, a strong hand clasps my knee, stilling the jerky movement.

I freeze as if an electric current has passed through me. Slowly, I lift my eyes to where Micah is looking at me. His eyes are dark, stormy pools of blue and they bore down on me.

“What is it? Spit it out.” He says calmly but the words come out with an authority I cannot refuse.

“Why me?” I ask him. My voice comes out unsure and pained. “After all, I am just a commoner. I have no wealth, no power and I can’t bring you any advantages. Out of all the women you could choose from, why do you want to marry me?”

His hand on my knee tightens and I brace myself for words that will hurt. I fully expect him to shut me down like Jeremy and I try to prepare myself for the humiliation.

“Commoner, noble - they are all the same to me. Social status has never been a thing that interests me.” He says casually, almost shrugging like the words mean nothing to him.

Then, his gaze once again pins me in place, and he has an unreadable expression on his face.

“I am not a man who would choose his wife based on those things.” He says those words lightly but there is an intensity on his face that holds me prisoner. Just like that, he has shattered all my insecurities about this contract.

Slowly, he releases my knee and his fingers latch on to my wrist. With his other hand, one by one, he opens my fist until my nails are no longer digging into my skin. I look down at the marks I have left on myself and on instinct try to yank my hand away but he holds on tight.

I feel a strange heat on the area he is touching and it is as if my body itself warms when in contact with him. It is a feeling unlike anything I have felt before and it makes me more terrified of him.

He still wears that intense expression and I feel vulnerable under his gaze. Like he sees something inside of me that nobody does.

Slowly, he puts a cool metal pen in my palm. The surface of the pen soothes the marks on my skin and the cool of it combines with his heated touch making a shiver run through me. Almost as if knowing what I am feeling, his lips lift up slightly in a smirk so faint that I think I have imagined it.

Then, he lets me go and sits back in the seat. He throws his head back against the chair and closes his eyes almost as if he is tired. In this position, his jaw feels sharper, his throat more defined and I catch myself staring at him.

He is unbelievably gorgeous.

The thought takes me by surprise and I shake my head, reminding myself that this is a marriage of convenience for both of us.

I clear my throat and focus on the task at hand.

“There’s something else…” I say cautiously, knowing I have to disclose my relationship with his brother before I can sign the papers.

“I think you need to know about my past and who I have dated-” I begin but he cuts me off.

“I don’t care, Fiona.” He doesn’t open his eyes to look at me, making him completely unreadable.

“I don’t need to know about the men you’ve dated as long as you’re mine for the future. So, if there’s nothing else, then sign the contract.”

Somehow his words come out tight, almost like he growled them out. Yet, when I look at his face, it is clear of all expressions, his eyes still closed like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

Somehow, I can’t shake the feeling that he didn’t like me mentioning other men. I couldn’t understand why but still, I decide not to push the matter. Then, my mind takes in the other words he said.

As long as you’re mine for the future.

My cheeks flare pink as a weird feeling stirs inside of me.

Once again, I shake my head of all the crazy thoughts I shouldn’t be having and then, taking a deep breath, I pick up the contract and sign it.

As of now, I am officially Mrs. Micah Lancaster.

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Jeremy’s POV

Jeremy fidgets with his tie, looking at himself in the mirror and smirking. He checks his hair once more for good measure. After all, his brother Micah is calling a family meeting to introduce them to his future wife. He couldn’t possibly show up not looking like his best with the King, the Queen Mother, and his own mother, Queen Alara in attendance.

However, there is another reason for his good mood. He looks at the date and smiles. The time has come, and he knows that any second now, he will receive Fiona’s call, telling him she agrees to be his mistress.

He scoffs, thinking about how she once believed he would really marry her. Her. A nobody. A girl belonging to the lowest rung of society. How could someone like her be with someone like him, a Royal?

Still, despite his rejection, he knows the naive, and soft-hearted Fiona will come back to him. After all, she loves him too much to ever leave him, and he knows ultimately, she will be grateful he has been kind enough to offer to take her in as mistress. Especially now, when she has no money left of her own.

“Ah,” he sighs, thinking about all the pretenses he has had to keep up with for the last two years just so he can get his hands on her money. And now, it is all his.

And soon, he will marry a woman with power while keeping Fiona on the side and nobody will be able to stop him from getting the throne.

The thought brings glee to his face, and he walks confidently towards the hall where the entire family has gathered. From the doorway, he catches a glimpse of his family and laughs quietly.

I wonder who the high and mighty Prince Micah will choose for a bride.

He comments to his wolf.

I know for sure none of the noble families have been contacted by him, and considering the tantrums Rowena has been throwing for the past few days, it is clear he is not going for her and her family’s power either. Knowing him, he has probably picked some terrible bride which only works in my favor.

His wolf growls with sinister approval upon hearing his thoughts, and Jeremy’s lips tilt up with joy.

However, just as he is about to enter the hall, the front door to the palace opens, and he sees Fiona walk in. Jeremy takes one look at her and pauses, his smile widening until it has taken over his face.

Looks like little Fiona couldn’t wait to give him her answer after all.

His expression turns smug, and while he feels flattered that she came here to beg to be his mistress, he still needs to remind her of her place and chastise her for stepping foot in here. He opens his mouth to tell her off when the words die inside of his mouth.

His smile drops, and he freezes in place.

For behind her, with an almost possessive hand on the small of her back, is none other than … his brother, Micah.