All Chapters of Taming His Alpha Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Liam choked and pulled off Asher’s cock with a gasp, his eyes widening as he saw the other Alpha at the door. He coughed thickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his face heated.Gods, he didn’t mean to get caught, but he wasn’t exactly bothered because he knew Asher had his back and would protect him from whatever fallout that’d follow if Zane West snitched on him.Anyway, since they had been busted, Liam expected Asher to cover up, and so he tried to stand up, but Asher’s voice froze him halfway to standing. “Did I tell you to get up?” “Alpha…” Liam breathed in a hesitant voice, glancing towards Zane again, but Asher’s fingers interrupted him, closing around his neck and making him drop back to his knees. His hand trembled as he crawled back between Asher’s spread thighs. Rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock when he met Liam’s watery eyes, Asher growled. “Suck.” The omega’s throat bobbed in a nervous swallow.But he obeyed.Of course, he obeyed.Liam’s mouth s

Asher didn’t look up right away. He was lounging on the bed now, the white bandage covering the broad expanse of his chest obvious under the thin blue hospital gown he was wearing. Wordlessly, Zane moved toward the cabinet in the corner and began taking out the necessary things needed for the cleanup. Gauze. Saline. Scissors. Then he snapped on a new pair of blue rubber gloves, turning around to approach Asher, who now had his sneering eyes laser-focused on Zane. “I thought I told you to leave, cockroach.” His voice was lazy despite the obvious contempt in his gaze, and Zane mentally cringed at the sight. For an alpha, Asher did a shitty job of controlling or masking his emotions. He was almost like a teenage boy with how volatile he was, making it so easy for anyone to read his thoughts. Well, what did Zane expect from a spoiled brat raised with a silver spoon shoved so deep down his throat it peeked out from his ass? Asher has lived his entire life with the knowledge that the wo

Forced celibacy, a hand of nurses, two infuriating group physio sessions, and seven days later, Asher finally got the green light to leave WestCare hospital. The doctors deemed him healed and strong enough to be discharged. Not that Asher was celebrating.The only good thing about all of this was that he was out of that disgusting, scratchy hospital gown, now changed into a bespoke black shirt and three-quarter pants. Why did the area around his stitches itch so much? He was literally tempted to claw at them to bring that immediate relief that’d be tempered by agony soon after. Because there was no way in the world he would allow anyone to restitch him again, especially after that day. Okay, he refused to rehash his humiliation with that bastard. The point still stood that Asher had to tough through the itchy sensation around his stitches, so he didn’t mess with them and risk a restitch.He should have left by now, but the beta nurse with the chipper voice and too much eyeliner told

The glass tilted back, and Asher watched every drop vanish down Zane’s throat.Gods, it was beautiful.He bit down on his lower lip to suppress a wicked gurgle of laughter, but it still slipped through. Zane didn’t even question the drink, he just threw it back like the obedient, boring little soldier he was.Asher could hardly sit still.He crossed his legs, uncrossed them, and crossed them again. His fingers itched to clap which was fucking weird considering, but he really wanted to. “Drink up,” he whispered under his breath, leaning forward while digging his elbow deeper into the velvet-lined table. “Don’t stop now. Every drop is a kiss from your favorite brother.”The moment the last marroon glimmer disappeared from the glass, Asher let out a trembling exhale. His eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed with the pleasure of his success. Zane, the fucking golden bastard of the West family was seconds away from becoming the thing he loathed the most.An Omega.The Dezone-Vita, according to

As the door shut behind Zane, Asher stared at the now-empty space where Zane had stood earlier. He was sweating profusely, blinking through the blur of tears in his eyes. Zane had left him, fucking walking out after reducing him to a pathetic writhing mess. And now, like a command carved into his skull, Asher couldn’t un-hear the words Zane had thrown at him.“Be on all fours with your hands gripping your cheeks apart to show me exactly where you want my cock.”The moment Asher heard those words, rage erupted through him like acid at first. Zane. Zane. Fucking Zane. The one person Asher loathed so viscerally that it made his blood hiss. How dare he talk to him like that? How dare he—?But oh, when his body realized what that position meant, his hole clenched violently at nothing, and a soft moan escaped his lips before he could slap it down. He wanted…no, needed…to come. But it wouldn’t happen. No matter what he did, he won’t come. Not without Zane’s scent clogging his lungs and his