All Chapters of Taming His Alpha Brother: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Zane tore his wrist free with a strangled shout, stumbling back as pain and something far worse detonated through his bloodstream."Fuck--!"As the bite throbbed, heat flooded his veins as though a switch had been flipped. His vision swam and his breath began coming faster. Fuck, Zane could feel it. His rut erupted, slicing through his veins and when his eyes fell on Rory, he saw nothing but a hole to shove his hardening cock in.He started towards him, but his matebond pulsed with an alarming rage, dragging Asher's presence to the forefront of his thoughts. Zane held onto it like a lifeline and at the same time, his animal instincts surged.He needed to fuck.He needed to knot that omega.As though Rory could read his struggle, he came closer to him and fisted his hands in Zane's shirt, dragging him forward with it. His mouth brushed across every bare skin he could feel and his teeth scraped warningly across Zane's glands on his neck.No. No. No. Zane slammed his palm into Rory's che

“Park the car very slowly,” Zane rasped, pressing the gun into Liam’s side as he pulled into a lot. His shoulder was on fire, every pulse of his heart dragging pain through him. He'd long since told Liam to drive him to the nearest train station instead of to the airport like Ethan had suggested. If they wanted to track them, he would throw them off his tail for a bit.After Liam did as he asked, he instructed the omega to get out of the car also very slowly, promising to plant a bullet in his head if he tried anything funny. Zane quickly made his way out of the car too and he nudged him to start walking towards the railway platform while staying half a step behind him, close enough that Liam could feel the weapon without anyone else seeing it. Asthey walked together, Zane’s vision swam, but he forced his spine straight.Liam shot him an anxious and confused look. “Why do you need me to come with you? I already brought you here... you...”“Shut up,” Zane breathed, nudging the gun h

Asher kissed him back like the world might end if he didn’t, tears streaking hot down his face as he laughed and cried at the same time.“I fucking knew it,” he choked out, his voice thick. "Why did it take you so long to tell me, you asshole?”Zane’s hands came up, and he brushed his thumbs gently under Asher’s eyes, wiping the tears away with a care that felt reverent. He smiled, but it was a sad, crooked thing. “Because you hated me.”Asher shook his head hard, breath hitching. “No. I was stupid. I was a stupid fucking loser.”Zane’s gaze sharpened instantly. “Careful with that word, pet. Only I get to call you that.”Asher huffed out a broken laugh that dissolved into a sob the longer it stretched. “ Let me speak, Zane. I really was a loser. I think I fell in love with you that night...When I found out I wasn’t a West and you held me while I cried. That was it for me.” His voice cracked and he swallowed the tears that clogged his throat, making speech difficult. “And I didn’t tell

Asher woke slowly, dragged upward by pain and the bitter taste of bile at the back of his throat.For a moment, nothing made sense.The ceiling above him was white and the air around him smelt like antiseptic. There was an incessant beeping noise to his left,, and his body felt...bruised. Like he’d been put through a meat grinder.And then he remembered a car had hit him. Well this wasn't his first rodeo with car accidents.However he felt worse than even when he'd had to go through those stitches.“Oh—oh, you’re awake.” A deep male voice breathed, clearly relieved.Asher’s head turned weakly toward the voice. A man stood beside the bed, hands half-raised like he didn’t know what to do with them, his face pale and tight with relief.“I--I’m so sorry,” the man blurted out. “God, I didn’t see you in time. You just stepped out and I thought I killed you.”Asher tried to speak. His throat but his throat was fucking dry, and the sound that came out barely counted as a word. “It’s… fine.

Zane had learned how to wear nothing on his face.It was a skill he'd learned to master a long time ago. So when his grandfather slid the folder across the desk earlier that day, Zane had accepted it with the same blank calm he’d worn to Asher’s death announcement.But deep inside, everything had gone very, very still.And then he’d walked back to his office where he finally let himself lose his fucking shit.Williams was fucking involved with his family? No wonder he hated his guts. Zane thought hard, piecing everything together. Maybe what the king said he knew about WestCare, he must have gotten from that fucker. What he did was fucking corporate espionage... Selling WestCare's lastest discoveries to the highest bidders.Zane was going to fucking snap his neck when he saw him. But that was a later problem. Hours later, the West Tower shrank in his rearview mirror as Zane drove home on autopilot, city lights streaking past in such a beautiful way. His shoulder throbbed in time