Accidentally In Bed With My Ex's Uncle. Dark Alpha Nero

"Are my tits out?"

Zaya barely glanced over. "A little. Fix the left one."

I yanked up the neckline of my dress for the third time. It was too tight, too low-cut, and stole from my sister who apparently had the body of a Victoria's Secret model. I did not.

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" Jade whispered from behind the hedge.

"Because Marcus said I couldn't come to his uncle's wedding," I said, wobbling on heels that were definitely a mistake. "Something about it being Moonstone Pack only."

"So we're crashing another pack's wedding to prove what exactly?"

"That I'm not some embarrassing girlfriend he has to hide because I'm from Riverside Pack." I peeked through the gap in the bushes.

The ceremony was already starting. White chairs, string lights in the trees, at least two hundred guests in expensive clothes.

Jade snorted. "Or he's going to be pissed and dump you in front of everyone."

"Then at least I'll know where we stand."

"You're insane," Zaya muttered, but she was grinning. She lived for this kind of chaos.

If I'd known what was about to happen, I would've turned around right then.

I spotted Marcus in the third row. Dark hair, broad shoulders, wearing a suit that probably cost more than my rent. We'd been dating for eight months.

The guy who currently had his arm around another girl.

My heart stopped.

"Is that Sophie?" Zaya's voice went up an octave.

"No." I leaned closer, squinting. "That can't be Sophie. He said only Moonstone Pack could attend. She's from Landravers pack, but he swore they were just-"

Marcus leaned over and kissed her. On the mouth. For way too long.

"That's definitely Sophie," Jade confirmed.

"Oh my god." My stomach dropped into my feet. "Oh my god, that's Sophie. He's-they're-"

"Okay, new plan," Zaya said quickly. "We leave. Right now. We go home, eat ice cream, and you block his number-"

"He LIED to me." My voice cracked.

"Remi, we need to go-"

"I can't believe this. I borrowed these torture heels. I'm sneaking in like some kind of deranged stalker-"

I stepped back, gesturing wildly. My heel caught on something.

A root. Or a rock. I didn't know. Didn't matter.

I was falling.

"REMI-"

I grabbed for the hedge. The branch snapped in my hand.

And then I was rolling.

Down the hill. Through decorative flowers. Over what might have been a speaker and what I think was the cake table because something creamy slapped my face on the way down.

My dress was ripping, my hair was in my face, and all I could think was this is how I die. Death by heartbreak and bad footwear choices.

I hit the aisle runner with a thud that knocked the air from my lungs.

For one beautiful, horrible second, everything went silent.

I was face-down on white fabric. There were shoes nearby. I lifted my head.

I was at the altar.

The bride was three feet away, mid-vow, staring at me with her mouth open.

"What the-"

I tried to get up, but my hand was tangled in something. White fabric. Lace.

The train of her dress.

"Wait, I'm sorry-" I yanked my hand free.

And then the train ripped.

The bride stumbled backward with force.

Her heel caught on the torn fabric.

She fell.

Everything happened in slow motion. Her arms windmilling. Her head tilting back. The sickening crack when her skull hit the stone pavement.

Then silence.

She wasn't moving.

"Oh my god," someone whispered.

A man rushed forward. He knelt beside her, pressing fingers to her neck. Checking for a pulse.

He looked up at the groom. His face was pale.

"She's... she's not breathing."

My ears started ringing. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

Someone in the crowd laughed. "Well. That's a new record."

"She didn't even make it an hour," another voice added. "Didn't even get marked."

"Poor Nero. Six times. Has to be some kind of curse."

My brain was short-circuiting. Six? What did that mean?

"Remi?" Marcus stepped forward, still holding Sophie's hand like she was his emotional support slut. "What are you doing here?"

I blinked up at him. Frosting dripped down my cheek. "I should've tripped on you instead."

Strong hands grabbed my arms. Hauled me to my feet.

I looked up.

The groom was standing in front of me. And he was... jesus. He was beautiful. No, that was the wrong word. Devastating.

The kind of face that made you forget your own name. He was tall-taller than Marcus, taller than any wolf I'd ever met.. Sharp jaw.

Dark hair that looked like he'd run his hands through it too many times. And his eyes-silver. Actual silver, glowing faintly. Alpha eyes.

My wolf stirred. Interested. Very interested.

Not now, I told her. We literally just killed someone.

I forgot where I was.

I forgot what I'd just done.

All I could think was: Holy shit, he's hot.

"Are you LISTENING to me?"

I blinked. "Sorry. You're just very... hot."

His eye twitched. Hot."

"Yeah. Aggressively. It's distracting."

"You just killed my bride and you're commenting on my face?"

Oh. Right. The bride. The murder. Reality came crashing back like a bucket of ice water.

From somewhere in the bushes, I heard my friends completely losing it.

"OH MY GOD SHE KILLED SOMEONE-"

"WE NEED A LAWYER!"

"RUN, REMI! RUNNNN!"

"NO, STAY! CONFESS! IT'S MANSLAUGHTER AT MOST-"

"Was that her SPINE?! I heard cracking!"

"That was a BRANCH, you idiot-"

The groom's grip on my arm tightened. His alpha presence pressed against me, suffocating. My wolf wanted to submit immediately. I shoved her down.

His voice dropped to something dangerous. "What pack are you from?"

"Riverside," I squeaked. "I'm-I'm nobody. This is a mistake. I didn't mean to-the branch broke and I fell and.."

"You're from Riverside?" he smirked. "And you crashed a Moonstone Pack wedding?"

"Technically, I crashed through the wedding-"

"You killed my bride."

"That was an accident-"

"She's dead."

"I KNOW." My voice broke. "I know, okay? I know. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything-"

"Anything?" He looked at me-really looked. Taking in my torn dress, my smeared makeup, the way I was shaking.

An old woman stepped forward from the crowd. She was smiling.

"Congratulations, Alpha Nero," she said cheerfully. "Seems the Moon Goddess has chosen your seventh bride."

I choked. "SEVENTH?!"

"The other six are dead," he said flatly.

My blood went cold. "Six. You've had SIX wives. And they're all DEAD?"

"Yes."

"And I'm number seven?"

"Correct."

"IS THIS A MARRIAGE OR A SURVIVAL GAME?!"

His jaw ticked. "Both." Then, to the guards nearby: "Get her cleaned up. We're finishing the ceremony."

"I'M NOT MARRYING YOU-"

"You killed my bride." His voice was cold. Final. "You owe me a wedding."

"That's not how marriage works!"

"It is when you kill an alpha's intended." He leaned close. So close I could feel his breath on my face.

"Of all the idiots who could've killed her," he said quietly, "it had to be the one with spicy eyes."

My brain stuttered. "Spicy... eyes?"

"Get her dressed," Nero told the guards. "Ten minutes."

"Wait-"

He was already walking away. Then he looked back over his shoulder.

"Try not to die tonight," he said, eyes lingering on my face. "I'm curious about you."

Then he was gone.

Guards grabbed my arms and started dragging me toward a side building.

"WAIT-" I twisted, trying to see my friends in the bushes. "Jade! Zaya! DON'T LEAVE ME-"

But they were already running. I saw them disappear into the trees.

Smart girls.

I was being pulled through a doorway. Into a room with a vanity and a wedding dress hanging on the wall. The dead bride's dress.

A woman appeared with makeup and pins in her hair. She was a wolf too-I could smell it. Moonstone Pack.

"We need to work fast," she said, eyeing me critically. "You're smaller than she was. We'll have to take in the waist."

"I'm not actually doing this," I said. My voice sounded dreamlike. "This is insane. You can't force someone to marry-"

"You killed his bride," the woman said simply, like that explained everything. "Bride for bride."

"It was an accident-"

"Doesn't matter." She started unlacing my torn dress. "You're here now. And trust me, honey, you do NOT want to refuse Alpha Nero."

"Why? What happens if I refuse?"

She met my eyes in the mirror. And for the first time, I saw genuine pity there.

She pulled the wedding dress off the hanger. "Let's just say the last wolf who refused him didn't walk away."

My blood ran cold. "He killed them?"

"Killing is an understatement." She held up the dress. "Now put this on. Your groom is waiting."

I stared at the dress.

Somewhere outside, music started playing.

The wedding march.

My wedding march.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Torn dress. Smeared mascara. Leaves in my hair.

This morning I'd woken up planning to surprise my boyfriend at his uncle's wedding.

Now I was about to marry an alpha with six dead wives.

And if I refused, he would probably kill me.

"This is not happening," I whispered.

The woman smiled sadly. "Honey, it already did."

She slipped the dress over my head.

And I realized I just accidentally murdered my way into a cursed marriage with the most dangerous alpha.

I was so fucked.

"Do you take this woman-"

"I've done this six times already," Nero interrupted. "Just skip to the end."

The priest's face went pale. "But Alpha, the sacred vows require..."

"Five minutes ago, she killed my last bride. I think we can bypass the sacred part."

I stood there in a dead woman's dress, leaves still tangled in my hair, and wondered if this was actually happening or if I'd hit my head harder than I thought when I fell.

The priest cleared his throat nervously. "Do you, Alpha Nero Blackwater, take this woman as your bride?"

"Sure."

"And do you-" He squinted at me. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Remi," I whispered. "Remi Olandria Cross."

"Do you, Remi Olandria Cross, take Alpha Nero Blackwater as your husband?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Nero's hand tightened. "She does," he said.

"Actually, I should probably-"

"She does," he repeated, louder this time. His eyes met mine.

The priest hurried through the rest. Something about the Moon Goddess and eternal bonds and pack law. I wasn't listening. I was staring at the white sheet covering the bride's body twenty feet away.

They'd carried her off to the side. Out of the way. Like she was furniture.

"I caught a glimpse of her hand before they covered it. Something green under her fingernails. Like... plant residue? Or something else?"

"You may now kiss the bride."

My head snapped up. "Wait, we don't have to-"

Nero leaned in close enough that I could smell him.

"Your parents," he said quietly. "Your siblings. Those two friends who ran away. I know where they all live."

My blood went cold.

"So you're going to kiss me," he continued, "And you're going to make it convincing. Understand?"

I stared at him.

"Understand?" he repeated.

I nodded.

His hand came up, fingers tilting my chin. And then he kissed me.

I'd kissed Marcus plenty of times. Sweet kisses. Soft kisses. The kind that made you feel warm and safe.

This wasn't that.

This was heat and possession and something that made my wolf sit up and pay attention.

His mouth moved against mine and my brain short-circuited. I forgot where I was. Forgot the crowd watching. Forgot everything except the way his thumb brushed my jaw and how my whole body leaned into him without permission.

Finally, my wolf purred. More of this.

Shut up, I told her. We're being threatened.

He tastes good though.

He did taste good. Damn it.

Nero pulled back. There was a smirk on his face.

"Are you sure you're my nephew's girl?" he said, just loud enough for me to hear.

My face burned. "Fuck you."

"Good. We're off to a great start."

Drums started beating. The crowd shifted, forming lines on either side of us.

The priestess stepped forward, holding a ceremonial bowl. She was dressed in white robes, her face painted with symbols.

"The consummation will now proceed," she announced. "The pack will remain here until confirmation of the Alpha's heir."

Wait.

What?

"I'm sorry," I said. "Did you just say-"

Oh god.

They were waiting for us to-

"No," I said. "No, no, no-"

"NERO."

An older woman's voice cut through the crowd. Her eyes were the same silver as Nero's.

"Mother," Nero said flatly.

"Stop this. Now."

"Not really the time-"

"She's not one of ours." His mother looked at me with pure disdain. "She's not even Moonstone Pack. She's riverside trash. She won't last the night-"

"YOU chose the last six brides," Nero interrupted. His voice dropped to dangerous. "Every single one. All dead within days. So forgive me if I don't trust your judgment anymore."

His mother's face went tight. "Your father would roll over in his grave if he knew-"

"My father is dead. And you're done picking my brides." He pulled me closer. "This one's mine."

She stared at him for a long moment. Then her eyes slid to me.

"Mark my words," she said quietly. "This one won't survive till morning."

Then she turned and walked away.

I looked up at Nero. "Your family's great. Really warm."

Nero started walking. I stumbled after him, still in bare feet, the wedding dress dragging on the ground.

The pack parted for us, forming a processional line.

We reached a set of massive doors with guards standing on either side.

The Alpha chambers.

My stomach dropped.

"Wait-" I tried to stop, but Nero kept moving, pulling me with him.

The pack filed in behind us, lining the hallway. More drums and witnesses.

This is like a horror movie, I thought wildly. Or one of those dark romance novels where the heroine dies in chapter three. Finally, we reached another door. Nero opened it.

A massive bedroom with a four-poster bed, dark walls, and candles everywhere.

He pulled me inside.

We were alone, but I could hear the pack waiting outside.

Waiting for proof that we'd-

"Okay," I said, my voice too high. "So we don't actually have to do this, right? You just go back out there and say it's done and they leave-"

Nero turned to face me.

"No."

"No?"

"Evidence must be submitted to the priestess."

"Evidence?" My voice cracked. "What kind of evidence?"

"My seed. Proof of consummation."

The room tilted.

"I'm a virgin," I blurted out.

"I know."

"How do you-" I stopped. "You know what, I don't want to know. This is insane. You can't actually expect me to-"

He stepped closer. I stepped back. "My bloodline fights the curse. If I leave an heir in you tonight, you have a fighting chance."

"The other six didn't survive."

"Luck isn't something my brides have." He took another step. "We're doing this tonight."

YES, my wolf said immediately. Finally. Yes. Absolutely yes.

"Did you miss the part where six women DIED?" I said to her.

But he's so-

"Don't even finish that sentence."

Nero was watching me. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Strip."

"Excuse me?"

"We're running out of time. The longer we wait, the stronger the curse gets."

"This is-I can't just-"

He pulled his shirt off.

Oh.

Oh no.

He was built like he spent every day fighting bears. Broad shoulders. Defined chest. Abs that should be illegal.

See? my wolf said smugly. Death wish. Totally worth it.

"Stop staring," Nero said.

"I'm not staring."

"You're staring."

"You took your shirt off in front of me. That's on you."

He almost smiled. Then he turned around, giving me privacy.

I stared at his back. At the way his muscles moved under his skin. At the scars crisscrossing his shoulders.

He'd been in fights. Real ones.

My fingers went to the laces of my dress. I hesitated.

"I can hear your heartbeat," he said, not turning around. "You're terrified."

"Six dead wives. You do the math."

"Fair point."

I unlaced the dress. Let it pool at my feet. I was standing in just my undergarments, shaking.

I'd been planning to surprise my boyfriend Now I was half-naked in a stranger's bedroom, about to have sex to maybe-possibly-probably-not survive a curse.

Nero unbuckled his belt.

I should've looked away.

I didn't.

He pushed his pants down. Stepped out of them. He was in just his briefs now, and I could see everything. The muscles in his thighs. His ass, which was unfairly perfect.

Such a wild imagination for someone about to die, my wolf teased. And didn't your boyfriend just cheat on you?

"He's objectively attractive," I muttered. "That's just facts."

Nero climbed into bed. Pulled the sheet over himself. Then he turned to look at me.

His eyes went wide.

For the first time since I'd met him, his control cracked.

His pupils dilated. His breathing changed. I watched his body react under the sheets-watched his arousal become very, very obvious.

He was BEAUTIFUL.

Oh god.

He was hard. Very hard. And there was... a lot of him.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I froze.

He stared at me like I was the only thing in the world. Like he'd forgotten how to think.

"You're-" He shook his head, like he was trying to clear it. "Fuck."

"That's not a complete sentence."

He moved fast. Suddenly, he was right there, kneeling in front of me on the bed, his hand coming up to cup my face.

"You're fucking beautiful," he said. "Spicy eyes."

My breath caught. He leaned in, and His thumb traced my bottom lip.

"I'm going to-"

"His hand slid down my stomach. Lower. I stopped breathing. This was happening. This was actually-

Then he stopped.

His hand dropped, and His whole body went rigid like he'd just remembered something

"Get dressed," he said.

"What?"

He grabbed my clothes. Threw them at me.

"Get dressed. Now."

"I thought you said we had to-"

"Change of plans." He climbed out of bed, wrapping a towel around himself.

"But the evidence. The people outside-"

"I'm the Alpha." His voice was cold again. Distant. "They listen to me. Not the other way around."

"But this gives me a fighting chance against the curse-"

He spun on me. His eyes flashed silver.

"Maybe I don't want you to fight it," he said quietly. "Maybe I want you dead."

I flinched.

He stared at me for another second. Then he grabbed his pants, pulled them on, and headed for the door.

"Wait-"

The door slammed behind him.

I heard the lock click from the outside.

He locked me in.

I stood there, half-naked, holding my dress, and stared at the door.

Outside, the music was still playing. The pack was still waiting.

But he'd left me here.

Alone.

I pulled my dress back on. My hands were shaking.

"I'm not dying here," I said out loud. "I'm not one of those stupid romance novel heroines who dies for some cursed alpha. Fuck that."

I needed to get out. Get back to my parents. To Jade and Zaya. To people who actually gave a shit if I lived or died.

I searched the room. Looked for another exit. A window I could climb out of. A key. Anything.

Nothing.

I was about to start trying to pick the lock when I spotted something under the bed.

A book.

No. A sketchbook.

I pulled it out. There were Pages and pages of drawings.

Creatures. Wolves mid-transformation, but wrong. Twisted. Their bones breaking in ways that shouldn't be possible.. Notes scribbled in tight handwriting.

Symbols I didn't recognize. Runes, maybe.

He was studying the curse.

I kept flipping. More sketches. More notes. Then-

I stopped.

The page was crumpled. Like someone had tried to throw it away and then changed their mind.

I smoothed it out.

It was a drawing of a woman's face. Beautiful. Detailed. Drawn with care.

My face.

My heart stopped.

I flipped back through the book, searching for a date.

There In the corner of the page.

Three months ago.

Three months before I'd ever crashed that wedding. Three months before I'd ever heard the name Nero Blackwater.

My hands started shaking.

Outside, the music finally stopped. The pack was leaving. Giving up on the consummation.

I stared at my own face in the drawing.

"This wasn't an accident," I whispered.

Alpha NERO POV

"Fuck." I slammed the door to my father's office so hard the windows rattled.

I was trying to ignore the fact that I was still hard. Still thinking about her. About the way she'd looked standing there in nothing but scraps of lace, all curves and those fucking eyes that made my wolf want to-

"Rough night?"

I spun around. My brother Kade was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking far too amused for someone who'd just watched another wedding turn into a shitshow.

"Get out."

"That's no way to talk to your Second." He pushed off the frame, strolling into the room. "Especially when I'm here to help."

"I don't need help."

"You just walked away from a gorgeous woman who was naked in your bed." He dropped into the chair across from my desk. "Trust me, brother, you need all the help you can get."

I glared at him. Kade was two years younger than me, lighter in every way-lighter hair, lighter eyes, lighter approach to life. Where I carried the weight of the pack, he carried designer clothes and an iPad full of interior design apps.

"She was willing," he continued, studying his nails. "She was naked. You were very obviously into it. And yet here you are, pacing around Dad's office like a caged animal while she's locked in your room. So what happened?"

"None of your business."

"Actually, it is my business. I'm your Second. And also your brother. And also the one who's going to have to deal with the very angry priestess and the very confused pack tomorrow morning when they find out you didn't complete the consummation ritual." He tilted his head. "Again."

I turned away, staring out the window at the dark forest beyond. "I had my reasons."

"Which were?"

"Kade-"

"Come on. This isn't like you. You usually take every opportunity to sleep with your brides. Especially one that hot." He paused. "Why'd you stop?"

I pressed my palms against the desk, trying to find words for something I didn't understand myself.

"You remember the woman from my dreams?"

Silence. Then: "The one you've been sketching for months? The face you keep seeing?"

"Yeah."

"What about her?"

I turned to face him. "It's her."

Kade blinked. "It's... who?"

"Remi. The girl downstairs. She's the woman from my dreams."

His eyebrows shot up. "You're kidding."

"I didn't recognize her at first. Her eyes are different-warmer in the dreams. Kinder. And her hair..." I ran a hand through my own hair, frustrated. "But when she took off the dress, I saw the scar. On her. Same placement as in my dreams."

Kade leaned forward. "Nero-"

"She's the one. The face I see every time I close my eyes. And tonight she just... appeared. Crashed a wedding, killed my bride, and ended up in my bed." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Tell me that's not suspicious."

"So you think what? She's a spy? Someone sent her?"

Kade was quiet for a moment. Then he pulled out his phone. "I did some digging after the ceremony."

"And?"

"She's nobody, Nero. Like, actually nobody. Works as a bartender at some dive in Riverside territory. Comes from a big family. Father drinks too much. Mother does... let's just say 'sketchy business' and leave it at that."

"A bartender," I repeated.

"From Riverside. The poorest pack in the region." He looked up. "So the question what the hell was our nephew doing with her?"

That was a good question.

"Or," Kade said slowly, "the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor."

I shot him a look.

Fair point.

We sat in silence for a moment.

"You should've slept with her," Kade said finally. "Consummation would give her a fighting chance against the curse. You know that."

"Don't remind me of my mistake."

"Oh, it was a mistake?" Kade's eyebrows rose. "So you DO want to sleep with her."

"You can't imagine how much I'm regretting not finishing what I started."

"Nero-"

I thought for a moment. "Prepare a peace offering basket for the dead bride's parents. The usual-gold, apology letter, blood money."

"And for Remi's family?"

"Same thing. They'll need it for her funeral."

Kade froze. "You really think she's going to die tonight."

"They all do." My voice was flat. "Might as well dig both graves now. Same plot as the others. Save time."

"That's dark, even for you."

Kade studied me. A clock chimed. It was almost midnight.

"Shit," Kade said. "Nero, we need to-"

"I know." I was already moving toward the door.

"Your room. Now."

We reached my chambers-not the ones where I'd left Remi, but my real chambers. The ones with reinforced walls and chains built into the bedframe.

Kade locked the door behind us.

"Lie down," he said.

He moved quickly, securing the chains around my wrists. Heavy iron, blessed by the priestess. The only thing strong enough to hold an Alpha.

He finished with my wrists and moved to my ankles. The chains were long enough that I could move, but not long enough to break free. Not long enough to hurt myself or anyone.

"Make sure she doesn't leave," I said.

Kade looked up. "Remi?"

"And Kade?"

"Yeah?"

"Make sure the chains are tight. I don't want... incidents."

He tested each lock again, yanking on them hard enough to make sure they held.

"Tight enough?" Kade asked.

I tested them, pulling hard. The chains held. "Good."

Kade squeezed my shoulder. "Get some sleep. Or, you know, whatever passes for sleep when you're chained to a bed."

Then he was gone.

I was alone.

I closed my eyes and thought about her. About Remi. About the way she'd looked at me right before I'd told her I wanted her dead.

I'd lied.

REMI POV That Night

I was still staring at the drawing when I heard footsteps outside the door.

I grabbed the first thing I could reach-a heavy candlestick-and pressed myself against the wall beside the door.

If someone was coming to kill me, I was going out swinging.

The lock clicked.

The door opened.

A man walked in. Not Nero. This one was leaner, prettier, and moved like a dancer.

"Hello, sister-in-law," he said cheerfully.

I raised the candlestick. "Take one more step and I'll bash your skull in."

He looked at the candlestick. Then at me. Then he smiled.

"Oh, I REALLY like you. Nero's going to have so much fun with this one."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Kade. Nero's brother." He held up a shopping bag. "I come bearing gifts."

"I don't want gifts. I want answers."

"Can't help you there. But I can help you out of that tragic dress situation you've got going on." He tossed me the bag. "You can't sleep in a dead woman's wedding gown. That's just depressing."

I caught the bag reflexively. "Nero sent you?"

"Nero's... busy." Something flickered across his face. "I'm here on my own."

I opened the bag slowly and pulled out what was inside.

A black lace thong. Matching bra. And absolutely nothing else.

"Are you KIDDING me?" I held up the thong. It was basically a string. "Where's the rest of it?"

Kade grinned. "That is the rest of it."

"This is lingerie."

"That IS clothes. Very expensive clothes, actually. You're welcome."

I threw the thong at his face. He caught it, laughing.

"I'm not wearing this," I said.

"Your choice. But the alternative is sleeping in that." He nodded at the bloodstained wedding dress. "And trust me, that's not doing you any favors."

I glared at him. Then at the dress. He had a point..

"Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?"

He laughed. "I like you. You've got bite."

"I've got questions. Are you going to answer them or not?"

"Not." He pushed off the frame. "But I will tell you this: my brother's not the monster everyone thinks he is."

"Six dead wives would suggest otherwise."

"Six cursed wives," he corrected. "There's a difference.You're still alive, aren't you?"

"You should get some sleep." He backed toward the door. "Big day tomorrow. Assuming you survive the night."

"Wait-"

"Goodnight, sister-in-law. Try not to die before breakfast."

He closed the door.

I couldn't sleep for hours. I lay on the bed, thinking about how I got into this mess.

Then, A sound came from outside my door. Then again.

Chains rattling.

It was coming from down the hall.

From Nero's direction. Whatever monster lived in that room...

I was married to it now.