Tempted By My Ex's Brother-in-Law (Aria and Grayson) novel Chapter 198

**TITLE: Wore 198**
**Chapter 198**

**Aria’s POV**

A sudden wave of tension gripped me as if an invisible hand had tightened around my chest.

Memories surged forth from the depths of my mind, vivid and haunting. The small, suffocating closet came alive in my thoughts; I could almost feel the cold walls pressing against me. I recalled how he had cornered me, the way he had ignited a fire within me, teasing and tormenting until I trembled with a mix of pleasure and fear. His words echoed ominously: the next time I found myself in his grasp, it would not be a simple encounter…

“How did I end up here?” I croaked, my voice raspy and foreign to my own ears.

The last thing I remembered was wandering back to my room, searching desperately for Torvi. How had I ended up in this bed, beside him?

“You came to my door, don’t you remember?” he replied, his tone casual yet laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. “I heard a commotion and opened it. There you were, collapsed on the floor.”

Seriously? My mind was a blank slate, void of any recollection.

His hand brushed my cheek, tender yet firm. I flinched instinctively, and he reprimanded me gently, “Stay still.”

He placed his hand on my forehead, checking my temperature, and his expression shifted to one of deep concern.

An overwhelming thirst surged through me, a bone-deep ache that felt like I was lost in a desert, the sun blazing down mercilessly. I squirmed, trying to pull open the collar of my robe, but he caught my wrist, halting my movements.

“I… I feel terrible… there’s a fire raging inside me…” I gasped, my words barely making it past my parched lips.

“I know,” he said, his voice softening, dripping with honeyed comfort. “I know, babe. Just hold on a little longer for me.”

Pain consumed me, sharp and relentless. I struggled to breathe, my mouth agape, yet the air around me felt like it was on fire.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a door creaking open, followed by hurried footsteps nearing the bed. A doctor leaned over me, his brow furrowed with concern as he rolled up my sleeve and inhaled sharply.

“A snake bite… well, this won’t be an easy fix,” he said gravely, his voice heavy with the weight of the situation.

“She’s in a lot of pain. You need to do something to help her,” Grayson urged, his voice firm and commanding.

“I’m administering the antidote now. But it will take time to work. Until it does, she’ll continue to feel the burning and restlessness. If you’d allow me to take her to the hospital, I could use some equipment to help ease her discomfort.”

Panic surged through me like a tidal wave.

No, no. I didn’t want to go to the hospital. The thought of leaving Grayson’s side was unbearable.

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**Chapter 198**

I tried to voice my protest, but my throat felt as if it had been scorched by flames. No sound escaped my lips. I reached out, desperate to grasp something, but my fingers met only empty air.

And then, Grayson took my hand.

“She’s staying here with me,” he declared to the doctor, his voice firm and unwavering. “Tell me what I can do to ease her pain.”

“Of course, Alpha Grayson,” the doctor replied, though his voice faded into the background. I could sense their conversation, but it was muffled, overshadowed by the warmth of Grayson’s grip on my hand, which provided an unexpected comfort.

With a heavy heart, I fluttered my eyes shut, surrendering to a brief, uneasy sleep.

When I stirred again, I found Grayson cradling me in his arms.

He carried me across the room and gently placed me on a chair in the bathroom. As he began to remove my bathrobe, a sudden realization struck me—I was completely naked beneath it.

“Wait… no…” I protested weakly, panic creeping into my voice.

“When I make love to you, I need you fully awake and aware of every moment,” he chuckled softly, his voice laced with mischief. “So just relax. You’re safe now.”

My hands fell to my sides, surrendering to his intentions as he stripped the robe away.

Then, I heard the rustle of fabric—he was removing his own clothes too. Before I could process it, I was lifted once more and carried to the bathtub. He held me with one strong arm while the other reached into the water, testing its temperature.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he lowered us both into the tub.

COLD.

I jolted violently, my drowsiness evaporating in an instant.

I found myself submerged in a bathtub filled with ice water, ice cubes floating around me like tiny, biting shards. The cold pierced my skin, sending shockwaves through my body, and I began to thrash instinctively.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice steady. “It’s good for the heat inside you.”

He positioned me between his legs, wrapping his arms around me from behind, holding me tight.

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