Semua Bab Rejected By Him; Claimed By His Crazy Brother: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CHRISTOPHER POV " I'm on my way, hold on" I said to the other person on the line." You better hurry up Chris" she screamed back and hung up ." Damn you!!" I cursed slightly. Nadia was a pain in the ass but I needed her to make my plan work. She was my brother, Ronan's ex and she was impossible to my plan. Not only because she was his ex but because she was the only ex he had ever had. She was a wolf in a different pack and she lived in Los Angeles. She was wild, did spontaneous things and she was too loud, loved to party hard and a whole of other disaster . I wondered how Ronan met her, it was no wonder on how he became a psycho. Hanging out with Nadia could turn anyone into a rogue ."Hi Chris" Nadia said to me on getting to the airport She was a beautiful brunette, with big hips and a small waist, there was no denying my brother had good taste." Hey Nadia" We hugged each other and exchanged greetings." You look gorgeous Nadia" I quickly saw her cheeks flutter red.We g

IXORA POVI woke up the next day after my nightmare in shock. Something was definitely wrong and I could feel it.I tried to brush the recurring image of Chris chasing me in my dream but I couldn't. The fear I felt came back. I turned to look at Ronan but he was not there. I wondered where he had gone to so early." Hmm" I sighed, finally getting off from the bed in a bid to take a run.I figured it would clear my mind from things I had just gone out from the door when I saw a letter addressed to me. I opened it and on it were;" DONT TRUST THE ALPHA, HE'LL KILL YOU WHEN HE'S DONE" Inscribed on it.I was shocked. Who could have sent this and how sure were they that Ronan should not be trusted.I quickly folded the letter and got back inside.I didn't know what to think at that point. I was all alone, if I couldn't trust Ronan, who could I trust.I thought hard and long on why I actually trusted Ronan, I had only known him for a while but it seemed like I knew him forever, still I

RONAN – POVThe wind howled outside like it was mourning something. I leaned against the wooden banister of the porch, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The night had never felt so still… so wrong.Something was off.I could feel it.I sensed it crawl across my skin, itching under my flesh like a warning. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath the surface, claws grazing the edges of my control.Ixora was asleep upstairs or so I thought.I took a deep breath, trying to shake the unease.Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe the letter had planted its seed deeper than I’d realized. I trusted her. But could she still trust me?Before I could chase the thought further, a sound behind me made my body stiffen. Too loud to be the wind. Too soft to be a full-on attack.I turned—and the blow landed square on my jaw.Pain exploded across my face as I stumbled back, wiping blood from my lip before I even saw who it was."Chris," I growled.He stood there, eyes wild, flanked by three other wolves—Ai

IXORA – POVI hit the ground again, hard.The impact knocked the wind out of my lungs, and for a split second, all I could hear was the high-pitched ringing in my ears. Dust clung to my sweaty skin as I groaned and rolled onto my side.“That’s the fifth time,” Celeste said flatly.I looked up to see her standing above me, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Her sharp silver eyes scanned my posture like she was cataloging my every weakness.“If you’re done enjoying the ground, maybe we can actually get somewhere.”“I think the ground and I are developing a deep connection,” I muttered, dragging myself to my feet.“You won’t survive an ambush with jokes.”“I survived Chris,” I said. “Give me some credit.”Celeste’s lips twitched—maybe a smirk, maybe a tic. I hadn’t figured her out yet. She was one of the quietest wolves I’d ever met, but when she moved, she didn’t make a sound. Like a blade through silk. She was Ronan's friend, one of the only wolves he trusted. And he trusted her to

Two days.That’s how long it had been since Ronan walked out the door and didn’t come back.Not a call. Not a message. Not even a whisper through the bond we once shared so easily.I’d tried everything. The first night, I didn’t sleep. I sat curled up in his hoodie on the couch, phone clutched in my hand like a lifeline, waiting for it to ring. I called him twice, then five more times. Left voicemails I regretted the second I sent them. I sounded desperate.Maybe I was.On the second day, I stopped pretending I was fine. My throat still ached faintly from where his fingers had pressed too tightly, but that wasn’t the pain keeping me up. It was the silence. The fact that he left without looking back. And worse, that maybe he wasn’t coming back at all.I wandered from room to room like a ghost. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t train. I couldn’t focus.I missed him.God, I missed him.Even after what he did.Even after the flash of something unrecognizable in his eyes when anger had taken over