All Chapters of Make Me Yours, Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my coffee to hide the tint on my cheeks. “He's only being protective. There's no way he would like me. You're just making things up. This isn't the fantasy world. Be real.”I would lie if I said, the thoughts of that didn't make me happy. What I wouldn't give to have him be mine, but that was just my wishful thought. Ryan's right. Jay only sees me as a kid brother, and nothing else. Every other thing was just in my head. “But —”“That's simply the way with Jay. You should have known that by now. He's super protective of me even though I don't like it, as it makes me confused about what's actually real and what's not.” I let out another sigh. “If he actually liked me, he wouldn't have run away because I asked him to fuck me."I didn't care how crude I sounded. That was the exact words I had used on him. I begged him to 'fuck me' with no sugarcoating because at that moment, it was what I wanted, not some old-fashioned lovemaking.Debra cleared her t

I drove straight to my parking spot, killed the engine, and got out, just as Jay stormed over to me, looking like he hadn't slept for three days straight. His dark blonde hair was messy, sticking up in every direction as if he'd been running his hands through it all night. His green eyes, normally bright and sparkling, looked tired and worn, with dark circles underneath. I felt a pang in my chest, and an urge to reach out to him, to hold him close, to know why he looked like someone who got chewed and spat out by a whale when it decided he wasn't sweet enough. Despite his dishevelled appearance, his eyes were filled with a heavy concern, and he moved with a sense of urgency as he hurried towards me.As he approached, I could see the worry etched on his face, his brow furrowed in a deep crease. “Hey, you're finally home,” he tried to smile even though it didn't reach his eyes. “I've been trying to reach you for hours. Where have you been? Had a last-minute music class? You could have

I got ready for the party, hoping Richard wouldn't bring up our conversation. I just wanted to take my mind off my baby boy tonight, probably find an omega with the same eye colour and fuck his mind out, just anything to keep me from having erotic imaginations about my brother. Now that he wasn't in heat, and dad was out on another business trip — don't ask. I believe he's out there having the time of his life, but was lying and hiding under the guise of going on a business trip because I just couldn't understand why someone would have so many business trips, every damned month. — It was hell, living with my baby boy, who seemed to have gotten a liking for short clothes. He once wore freaking short boxers, which only did a job of covering his cute dick, and a shirt that didn't even move past the lines of the boxers. I couldn't tell him to change out of that because it would only raise questions from him, and he would wonder why I was looking at that part of his body when I shouldn't

JAYMy phone dinged with another notification, but I ignored it, even when the tattoo artist paused so I could check it. I waved my hand, letting her know it wasn't an important one. It wasn't my baby boy. It was probably Smart. Ever since that night, he has been on my tail with all those messages and calls. It's annoying. I would give him credit though. That first night with him was better than I thought, but that was supposed to be a one-time thing. I only humoured him for days after that, since he happened to have a younger sibling.I assumed I met someone I clicked with, but now, two weeks later, I'm at the end of my rope. I have gotten fed up with his messages and demands for us to meet. At first, I wanted to block him, but he must have somehow known what I was about to do because he started talking about his kid brother. I changed my mind right after that. “I'm done,” the pretty beta said, rising, so I could sit up. “This is what you wanted, right?” She brought a mirror close

JAYDinner was awkward last night. I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but I felt the nervous shift between Dad and Matt, almost as if those two had something happening. Dad tried to act normal, doting on him like he had always done, but Matt seemed absentminded. I asked him what was going on, but he brushed me off, as if my questions didn't matter. I tried not to act hurt by it, but that was one of the hardest shit I've ever pulled off.“Good morning,” Matt greeted me with a smile, reaching out to steal the cup of coffee I kept on the table. Smiling, he took a sip and scrunched up his face in distaste, his eyes widening in surprise. “Whoa, this is strong!” he exclaimed, trying to hand the cup back to me. I took it back from him, laughing at his reaction. “You should have known I drink my coffee black in the morning,” I said, chuckling.He glared at me, still making a face. “You know I take it sweet, bro. Why'd you make it so bitter?” he asked, pretending to be offended.“You shouldn