My pain in the ass brother

Chapter 5

Naja

“Naja, come quick,” my brother Kyle says telepathically as I rushed from my office. Relief fills me, paperwork spilling along my desk forgotten in my haste to escape. It was the part of being Alpha I detested the most. Give me murderous wolves any day. Anything but paperwork. Maybe the problem was the pack and their insipid need to complain about everything under the moon. Goddess, forgive me, but sometimes I dreamed of ripping each one of their throats out every time they insist that Micah would have granted their stupid request.

My father goddess rest his soul was a fucking saint to take their bullshit on a daily basis. I had been Alpha for ten years and already I wanted to claw my eyes out every time Mrs. Hankshaw showed up with her weekly complaints. Mr. Hankshaw was a day away from facing me in a deathmatch.

I raced outside in time to see Kyle half carrying, half dragging an injured Samuel. My youngest brother had a penchant for finding trouble. It was both a gift and a curse; he loved to say. He always seemed to be drawn to trouble. Most times he walked away unhurt cause he would use his abilities to erase the minds of the unsuspecting criminal element he loved to engage with. Guess luck wasn’t on his side today.

“What happened,” I say as I took Samuel's weight on the other side.

“The idiot found trouble again. What do you think,” Kyle retorts angrily?

“Fuck you brother, I wasn't looking to start shit this time, it just found me as usual,” Samuel replies and I smell the scent of good old Jack Daniels oozing off his pours like fucking cologne. The shit was pungent to my wolf. How the fuck did my brother drink that shit without feeling sick I didn't know. This wasn't his first foray with bars, it had lately become his new normal.

“I just bet.” A snarl leaves my mouth as all three of us hobbled inside. The first chair I saw, I literally thrust my brother into it, not caring that he was injured. This shit was becoming tiresome. For once, big brother had left the billing. Playing the understanding big brother, who felt sorry because our parents were dead and he had to grow up without our loving, nurturing mother and understanding father. I couldn't keep carrying the guilt I was a kid, just like Sam. Yes, he lost out. Yes, he had to contend with a sadistic fucking uncle and a somewhat twisted older brother, but fuck this shit. I did the best I could.

“What happened Sam,” All traces of brotherly love were nowhere in sight. He was conversing with his Alpha, something he hated. My brothers may be Alpha’s in their own right, but neither wanted it. Kyle loved being Beta and Sam just didn’t give a fuck about his own life anymore. He had changed in the last year. My sweet and responsible brother had vanished to be replaced by this asshole with no regard to his Alpha or his life.

I couldn’t expect him to give a damn about the entire pack, so the responsibility fell to my shoulders—as it should. I was the eldest—the most twisted. Micah killed any sweetness my mother groomed in me at a young age the day he murdered them.

“I’m waiting Samuel, explain.” I laced my words with Alpha power. The hairs on the back of his hand stood up as the power trickled all over his and Kyle’s skin. As per usual, Kyle stood next to me, glaring down at Samuel, hands crossed over his muscular chest, his dark blonde hair falling over his forehead, hazel eyes narrowed to slits as he waits for Samuel's stupid explanation. Samuel had my dad's emerald green eyes, but he looks most like my mother than Kyle or me. His curly mop of black hair was all moms. I remembered when she told us stories. She would let me curl my hand around her hair. I got my dad's blonde hair, but unlike Kyle, I kept mine short, almost military style. My golden eyes resulted from Micah keeping me in animal form for too long. My green eyes never return to their natural color.

“I was at a bar, okay, just hanging out when one of Andrew’s men walked in. He saw me talking to the bartender. Apparently, they used to be a thing.”

“Jesus fucking Christ Samuel,” I explode. I picked the nearest chair I could get my hands on, sending it crashing into the wall. It shatters into a million tiny fragments splatted across the room. I had never been this angry with Samuel, if Andrew had smelled my mate’s scent on Sam, that would have been it. The jig, as they say, would have been up. The bastard would know my other half was out there. Charlotte would be in danger.

Calming myself, I turned back around and stare at my brother he was so lost; I felt no matter what I did, I couldn’t reach him. I tried all my life to shield him from Micah’s wrath by doing everything, being his little lackey. Somewhere along the way, I mess him up. I wished my dad was here, but he wasn’t.

“I get it you had it tough, but so did Kyle and I,” I say. “You can’t keep doing this shit and expect me to turn a blind eye. He could have killed you, or smelled her scent on you.” Just the thought made my anger escalate to a fever pitch.

“Listen to me brother and listen real good,” I said, bending at the knee in front of the chair. He haphazardly sat on. Making sure he looks deep into my golden wolf's eyes. I grip the scruff of his T-shirt, then let go. Too scared my wolf would take over and kill the idiot. He already paces the surface of my mind in a manic frenzy when our mate is mentioned. The idea of anyone hurting her makes him growl low in my head. I feel my claws extend, biting little moon indents in my palm as my fist tightens in repressed rage. I see the terror in my little brother's eyes, even if he refuses to admit it.

“If you put her in danger cause of some fucking repressed mommy or daddy issues, brother or no brother, I will fucking rip your throat out. Yeah, think about that the next time you decide to go to a bar. Man fucking up, Samuel, stop being a whiny little fuck and get your shit together, cause not even Kyle will stop me from killing you."

He stares at me in shock. I have never spoken to either of my brothers this way. His emerald green eyes which remind me so much of dad fills with tears. He looks broken. Those tears don’t sway me in the least rather, they embolden me. My brother needs to become a man. I needed to treat him like a member of the pack. When he steps out of line, punish him like everyone else.

“Tell me you understand me,”

“I understand  Naja.”

“No, I don’t speak to you as a brother but as your Alpha, you will address me as such, am I clear.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good.”

I turn to look at Kyle. I see respect and understanding in his eyes. He knows how difficult that was for me. Samuel was like my kid, not my brother. He needed a hefty dose of reality dad would have delivered if he was alive. It was just me, and nothing seemed to work.

I nodded, then turn to head out the door when I remembered someone injured the dummy in the leg.

”Kyle.”

“Yes, Alpha,”

“Get the idiot to the med bay, so Ambrose can patch him up. He needs to shift before the wound heals and stays that way."

“Okay.”                                                     

I leave them to do as I say. I needed a run desperately, or I was likely to murder the next person who demanded my presence for something stupid.