All Chapters of Taming His Alpha Brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Zane didn't respond, thank fuck, else Ethan would plant his fist into his face once again.Both men remained in a very awkward silence for a while until Ethan's wave of nausea finally passed. Naked as the day he was born, he swung his legs off the table and the cold floor made his skin prickle. His body felt so weak and noodly, as if someone had swung his insides into a bucket. But outside, his general fatigue, Ethan felt....normal.Still, he rasped. "The side-effects didn't happen again did it? I'm still an alpha, right?"Zane gave him a look as though he were stupid. "If you had turned into an omega, you definitely won't be looking at me with that scornful gaze seeing as you'd be in heat right now."Ethan scowled at him, but lifted his wrist to take a whiff at the skin. Zane was right. He didn't turn into an omega...there was no sweet scents on him and he could still percieve his own alpha scent even though it was very faint. ANd most importantly, he wasn't in heat nor begging Zane

Oh, his assistant was so fucking fired.What was the purpose of a damned receptionist and a personal assistant when the both of them were fucking useless? As much as he wanted to call his head of HR to begin to recruit a new assistant, Zane didn't move from where he stood.His gaze was pinned on the man sitting in his chair like he owned the damned place. Ethan's legs were crossed on the legs as he fully leaned back. But the strangest thing Zane saw was the baseball bat placed right beside his ankles on his table.What the fuck was he doing here...especially with a freaking bat? Zane thought, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked exactly that, without mentioning the bat though.The man whom Zane had dedicated his entire week grinned like a fucking lunatic. "I came to thank you properly."Zane stared at him with budding irritation. Whatever this fool was up to, his brain cells were too fried from lack of sleep to deal with it right now. Couldn't he just get some rest? FUCK!St

Zane wasn't proud of most of his recent actions, but sponsoring GHT....?Yeah, well, that one probably took the cake for the most pathetic decision ever made.All it took was a particular blonde omega with angry green eyes and a sassy mouth at the dinner table, whining about their budget and how their team was falling apart without a sponsor.Asher hadn't even been talking to him. The brat had dominated the conversation that night to take the attention from Zane and isolate him, but just hearing the genuine worry in his voice, Zane's self-respect had apparently packed a bag and left the country. Despite the whole shitshow that went down with Ethan...the "Ethan marked Asher" lie that had nearly sent Zane into a homicidal spree before it was cleared up, he'd still somehow managed to hold a formal meeting with Ryder, the owner of the GHT team. And that was not an easy feat. As it turned out, Ryder wasn't exactly fond of him. "You ruined my boy's reputation," Ryder had said with scorn i

Zane didn't look back as he walked away, not trusting himself to still keep moving. His chest felt ripped open and every step he took felt like he was dragging a block of cement in each shoe.He told himself this was it. He'd leave Asher alone from now on.No more showing up where he wasn't wanted or tyring to wedge himself back into Asher's life as if he could force the universe to undo the past.There was no point in meeting the team or getting introduced as their sponsor.A small, bitter smile tugged at Zane's mouth. If he was being honest, the teal reason he'd sponsored this team wasn't only to make Asher happy. It was a pathetic attempt to buy a doorway back into Asher's heart. To show Asher he wasn't the same bastard who'd hurt him and to prove he could be useful.So fucking stupid. This proved exactly why Zane prefered logic over emotions.Letting out a humorless sound, he shoved his hands into his pockets as he angled away from the trailers. All he wanted now was to find his

Ethan didn’t slow down or look back as he stomped away from the tracks. His heart hammered against his ribs as if it wanted to claw its way out. Rage was crawling beneath his skin so violently he felt like he could peel it off with his nails just to get a second of relief. For a minute, his rage made him wonder if the zoning cure really worked but remembering what happened made him realize his anger was fucking warranted and normal.He’d tried...no Ethan had really fucking tried to avoid Asher all night. But of course Asher couldn’t mind his own damn business. Of course Asher had followed him around like some lost puppy demanding answers.And Ethan had snapped, giving Asher exactly what he’d been asking for which was a fucking verbal punch to the throat.So why the fuck did his chest twist every time he replayed the look on Asher’s face?That hurt, wide-eyed stare haunted him.It made Ethan feel like he was the villain, when Asher was the one who had tossed him to the wolves and used