Todos os capítulos de MY BROTHER IS MY MATE: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Alex stared at the glowing mark in the mirror, heart pounding like a drum inside his chest. It shimmered faintly under the moonlight—a twisting, ancient symbol unlike the bond mark Brian had given him. This wasn’t a sign of love. This was something older. Wilder. Something forgotten. He touched it, flinching as a small jolt of heat sizzled through his body. For a moment, he felt a voice—not heard, but felt—calling from deep within his blood. “You are the last.” He stumbled backward, gripping the sink. A knock at the door jolted him. “Alex?” Brian’s voice was low, hesitant. “Are you okay?” Alex quickly pulled his shirt back on and opened the door, trying to hide the trembling in his hands. “Yeah. Just… a weird dream.” Brian studied his face. “You’ve had a lot of those lately.” “I know. I think Jerik did something to me. Or maybe it’s my family. My real father.” He hesitated. “Do you think… he could’ve been like Jerik?” Brian led him to sit on the bed. “I don’t know. But if he

The Gathering had ended with unity declared, but peace did not follow. It was a quiet before the storm—one that thickened the air like smoke. In the days that followed, packs who had once eyed each other with suspicion now trained side by side. The forests around the Stone Circle transformed into a vast war camp. Banners of different lineages were raised, warriors sharpened their claws and minds, and emissaries delivered messages of alliance across every border. Alex walked through the training fields at dawn, flanked by Rachel and Brian. His presence alone drew gazes—of respect, of curiosity, of reverence. Some still whispered doubts about an Omega holding power once reserved for Alphas. But none dared say it aloud. Not after what he had done. “He’s watching us,” Rachel said, her voice low as she handed Alex a scroll. “Jerik has spies. We’ve caught two rogues already near the river border.” Brian growled softly. “He’s testing our defenses. He’s close.” “Too close,” Alex a

By the time Alex stood before the allied packs, the sun had barely risen—but tension buzzed in the air like lightning. The Gathering Circle was nestled between three territories, sacred ground untouched by war or politics. Massive stones carved with symbols of the Goddess stood tall, marking the four corners of the clearing. Alphas, Betas, and Omegas from every pack had assembled, murmuring among themselves as Brian and Alex entered hand in hand. Alex’s head was held high. But inside, his heart pounded. “Just breathe,” Brian whispered. Alex nodded. He had fought beasts. Faced rejection. Survived betrayal. But now, he had to face doubt—and perhaps worse, ignorance. Council Elder Marius of the Coldstream Pack stepped forward. A broad-shouldered Alpha with graying hair and calculating eyes, he sneered as he looked Alex over. “So this is the one we’ve heard about? The ‘Moonblooded’ Omega?” Rachel stepped in, her tone calm but firm. “You forget your place, Elder. The Moonblooded ex

Three days had passed since the battle. The scent of blood had faded from the earth, and the land had begun to heal. Wildflowers pushed through the blackened soil. Birds returned to the trees. The packs remained, not as enemies, but as allies rebuilding together. Alex stood at the edge of Hollowgrove Hill, staring at the rising sun. His side still ached from Jerik’s claws, but the wound was healing—like everything else. Brian joined him, wrapping a shawl around Alex’s shoulders. “You shouldn’t be out here in the wind.” “I needed air,” Alex said. “Needed to feel the world again.” Brian pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “The world’s still here because of you.” “Because of us,” Alex corrected gently. “Because so many chose peace over fear.” Down below, Rachel directed volunteers from the Riverfall and Sunfield packs, rebuilding shelters and planting new sacred trees. Daniel was helping organize warriors returning home. Tessa had joined the new Unity Council—formed to ensure

The bond did not settle the way stories said it would. It did not hum softly and fade into the background like a gentle lullaby. It did not bring peace or clarity or warmth that wrapped neatly around the heart. Instead, it burned. Alex woke with a sharp gasp, fingers clutching the sheets as if they could anchor him to the bed. His body felt too warm, skin hypersensitive, every nerve awake and restless. The room was dim, early morning light barely slipping through the curtains, yet his senses were painfully alert. 💭 This is wrong… His scent had changed. He knew it before he even lifted his wrist to his nose. It was richer, deeper—sweet in a way that made his stomach twist with fear. A bonded omega’s scent. “No,” he whispered hoarsely. “No, no, no…” Across the hall, Brian froze mid-step. The moment Alex woke, Brian felt it. The pull hit him like a punch to the chest—sharp, undeniable, possessive. His alpha instincts surged, blood roaring in his ears as his senses locke