All Chapters of A Taste Of My Brothers Bestfriend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Damn it, you stupid bitch! What the hell is wrong with you?”I flinched as my boss’s voice cut through the air, snapping me out of the trance. The trances were happening more often now, and they always left a mess at their wake…or rather left me in a mess.Two days ago, I nearly destroyed the commercial oven. Yesterday morning, I threw my mom’s favorite shoes into the fireplace and watched them burn. I couldn’t even remember picking them up.But this time, I knew I was deeply screwed, even before the familiar fog cleared from my head.The ceramic pieces scattered across rhe cafe floor confirmed my worst fears and my stomach instantly dropped at the sight of them.That was Mr. Davidson’s favorite vase. Some antiques he bought in Paris or wherever. He’s going to kill me.My heart pounded as I turned to face him. His face had gone purple, veins bulging at his temples.“Do you have any idea how much that cost?”“I barely touched—”“Third time this week!” Spit flew from his mouth as he

“You must be crazy!” The words tumbled out between gasps. “You’ve got the wrong person. I can’t be a werewolf. Werewolves aren’t real. You’re insane. I’m insane. This is all—”“Elara.” Thorne’s voice cut through my rambling. “Listen to me—”White-hot pain lanced through my spine and I screamed, the sound ripping from somewhere primal. My skin felt like it was splitting, bones grinding and reforming beneath flesh that couldn’t contain them.“Make it fucking stop!!” I clawed at his arms, at my jacket, at anything. “Please, I need—it’s too hot, I can’t breathe, I need to get this off—”I immediately yanked at my blood-soaked jacket, fingers fumbling with the zipper.“Easy.” Thorne knelt beside me, hands hovering like he wanted to help but didn’t dare touch. “You’re having your first shift. Your body is transforming.”“Transforming into what?” Another wave hit and I doubled over, pressing my forehead into the cool grass. “Make it stop. Please make it stop.”“I can’t.” There was something

TWO DAYS LATER…“Surprise!”My bedroom door burst open before I could finish tying my robe. Aiden and Liam stood in the doorway wearing matching grins that immediately set off alarm bells in my head.What were they up to this time?“We brought gifts,” Liam announced.Fuck.Before I could protest, the parade started. Maids filed in carrying designer shopping bags with logos I’d only seen in magazines Tom couldn’t afford. Gucci. Prada. Versace. Box after box of jewelry that probably cost more than my adoptive parents’ house. Shoes in every color, heels so high they looked like weapons.“What is all this?” I backed against the wall as my room transformed into a boutique.“Your wardrobe,” Aiden said, like it was obvious. “Can’t have our sister walking around in—” He gestured at my borrowed sweats. “That.”A maid opened a velvet box. Diamonds caught the morning light, refracting rainbows across the ceiling.“This is too much.” My voice came out small. “I don’t need—”“You deserve everythi