Semua Bab Taming His Alpha Brother: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Asher was the bastard.Zane's lips curved into a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. After all these years of Asher's resentment against him, his arrogance, it turned out that the one thing Asher prided himself on wasn't even real.Anyway, this secret couldn't come out yet. Asher's place as the "First West Grandson" was crucial to Zane's plan, and until it was accomplished, Zane had to keep this to himself."Are you ever going to tell me who you tested?" Zane's friend's deep voice broke the silence in the office, and Zane snapped his head up, lips still curved into a smile.Though the man had kept Zane's close company while he interned at WestCare, Zane didn't trust him. Hell, Zane didn't trust anyone, so carefully sliding the documents back into the folder, Zane rose to his feet and offered his hand across the desk.The man, regarding Zane through his glasses, also stood up and clasped Zane's hand in a strong handshake. "Thank you," Zane's voice was neither cold nor warm, but it

Pulling to a stop before Asher's apartment complex, Zane sighed. Was it even worth it? Asher would have probably fallen asleep by now after waiting all night for him to make it to dinner. Zane felt a twinge in his chest as an image of Asher sitting by a candlelit table filled with food, passing out with his head on the table, flashed through his mind. Zane's entire feelings about the situation was inexplicable and he refused to overanalyze them. Stepping out of the car, he began striding toward the sliding front doors when his steps suddenly faltered. Zane's head snapped to the side and his eyes narrowed, taking in the black jeep in the driveway. Asher didn't own any jeep as much as Zane knew. So who owned it?He started toward the jeep but the bellboy was quick to intercept him. "Mr. West. Oh thank god you're here now." He said quietly. "Mr. Asher was just brought home right now by a strange Alpha and he was unconscious." The words detonated inside Zane and a savage, bitter feeling

Asher woke up with his skull splitting in half. His stomach churned like acid was boiling inside it, and his throat was as dry as sand. It was a hangover--that much was obvious. But what made him feel even sicker wasn't the aftereffects of the alcohol.Ethan.Did he see?He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning at the memory of last night. Zane's hand clamped on his throat, that wicked grin and his fucking pheromones seeping into his every sense until Asher...until Asher was leaking.Fuck,If Zane was wrong, and Ethan had seen that...then it wasn't just his secret about being an Omega that was blown. It would be a scandal so vile the press would have a field day.Incest. He was fucking his little brother, or rather, his brother was fucking him. Fuck.Asher bit back the bile rushing up to his throat, and he shoved himself out of bed before the nausea completely took him over. He needed to leave this house for the race track, where he could think clearly.By the time h

Asher was feeling pretty fucking proud of himself. Two days ago, at the goddamn restaurant, he'd proven something important; he was better than Zane. Maybe he hadn't intended to show his cars that early, but honestly, who fucking cares? Watching Zane sit there, fighting his anger while keeping up his cultured Alpha act as Asher turned the entire meeting into a drinking contest...it was priceless. And it worked. He was able to prove that one could be a party animal, laid back, and still fucking close important deals. Though his original plan had been to act sweet and warm, the docile older brother worming his way into Zane's guarded heart, things had changed now. With hindsight, Asher wasn't so sure it would have worked. If he laid it on too thick, Zane would have sniffed out the act. He'd start asking why Asher was suddenly all syrupy sweet. But by antagonizing and frustrating him, Asher was he'd be able to crawl under Zane's skin far more effectively. The irritation would fester,

"I don't think you're stupid." Dazed, Asher blinked at him, still lost in the haze of lust. He wasn't sure if he heard what he thought Zane had just said or maybe he was imagining it. But Zane didn’t stop. His dark blue eyes pinned Asher where he sat against the table and when he spoke, gone was the icy detachment in his voice. Zane spoke in a warm, honeyed baritone voice that seemed to vibrate even in Asher's chest. “Infuriating? Yes. Hot-headed? Fuck, yes. But you’re not stupid, Asher. You don’t need a degree in medicine to be intelligent nor do you need to close fucking business deals. Don’t ever think that of yourself again.” The words were like arrows dipped in flames before they shot right into the center of his heart. Asher’s throat closed and his heart squeezed so painfully he couldn't breathe for a long time. How long had he waited, no, starved, to hear those words from someone? From their grandfather. From Charles. Anyone. Instead, all he’d heard growing up was