All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Mated

Olivia POV:I rolled in waves through the liquid gold that smothered me with warmth. His words from last night, Diamonds, are forever. They should have comforted me, but instead something twisted inside of me. Something hidden deep under the golden warmth that had seduced my mind. Something was screaming inside of me, but it was so far away, so hard to reach. His hands continued to stroke my hair, his voice sweet and intoxicating in my ear, "you will soon learn to love it here," he said "to love me." My lips parted ready to agree, his presence and his touch and the beautiful gold that filled me to the brim took away any stubbornness that I may have had. I closed my eyes, and his lips lowered to mine, but as soon as his lips brushed against my own. A burning sensation of pain rippled through me, originating from the mark on my neck. My palm clutched at the source of pain, as I moaned, feeling awake, the pain had cleared the fog that had dulled my brain. I could see the vampire clearly

Pain

Damien POV:My body was on fire. I was writhing in pain and screaming. My mother was first through the door, she slid onto her knees. Trying to hold my head in her lap as tears streamed down her face. Her touch was like hell-fire on my skin. "Damien, look at me," She sobbed, "We can fix this!" Her words held no meaning to me. All I could think about was Olivia. Had she been mated and marked? I knew she had. My own salty tears were streaming down my face. My wolf whimpered inside of me, and my heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest one sinew at a time. I was powerless. Just like when she was taken from me."Damien, we can fix this," repeated my mother again. My eyes darted towards her like the eyes of a person fueled by a drug-induced rage. Her words were like hot coals on my heart. I wanted to rip her own heart out so that she would understand. My mate bond was severed because of her, and she was claiming this could be fixed. I howled in pain. My Olivia...She was gone.O

Forget me not

Olivia POV:I could feel his cool breath on my neck. He was whispering sweet words to me, but I couldn't focus. The world felt… wrong. Soft.Quiet. Like someone had wrapped my mind in cotton and dimmed all the lights. I blinked slowly, staring at the velvet canopy above me. My chest should have hurt—something told me it should have hurt—but all I felt was a numb warmth, like waking from a dream I couldn’t remember. "Is everything okay, my diamond?" Asked Dimitri, pulling away. "I… think so," I murmured, though the words felt borrowed from someone else’s mouth. Dimitr tilted his head, studying me with those molten-red eyes that seemed to warm and freeze me at the same time. His hand slid down my arm, fingers cold but soothing in a way that made my brain loosen, soften, fall quiet. "Good," he said softly. "Your mind may wander for a while. It’s only natural after such a strong… transition." Transition?The word stumbled through my fogged thoughts, catching on something sharp before slip

Only One

Damien POV:I awoke again. I had no context of time and what was going on. I was just rolling through the pain like waves thrashing against a rock near the shore. The high priestess was there with her maidens. With a flick of her finger, everyone left the room, even my mother. She keeled down beside me as the other maidens, without instruction, did the same. They wiped my forehead with a cool wet cloth. "Do you remember our conversation the last time we spoke?" Asked the High Priestess.... You will only get one."Yes," I said, my voice caught in my dry throat. She gave me a wise smile and another maiden offered me a sip of water."That is good," she murmured. "Because your one chance is slipping away." My heartbeat stumbled. Her eyes—pale silver, always too knowing—studied me as if she could see through my bones and into the frantic, tattered thread of the bond still clinging to my chest."She is still alive," I whispered. "I can feel—something. Faint. Like a whisper through walls." "

Roses

Olivia POV:My fingers trailed against the rose petals in the courtyard, their soft velvet brushing over my skin like a memory I couldn’t quite hold on to. The world around me shimmered in that strange, too-bright way it always did now—edges softened, colors deepened, sounds floating in and out like they were deciding whether I deserved to hear them. The roses were the only things that felt real. Grounding. Warm. I exhaled slowly, watching the white mist curl in the cool morning air. On instinct, I pressed my palm flat against the nearest bloom, as if it could tell me who I was supposed to be… who I used to be. Something tugged at my chest—an echo of pain or longing, I wasn’t sure which.Footsteps approached, steady and sure, and I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Damien carried a gravity with him, an invisible pull that brushed against my senses before he ever spoke. "You’re up earlier than usual," he said, voice low, warm, and far too perceptive. "I couldn’t sleep," I murmure

Trapped

Olivia POV:"Who are you?" I asked, getting up from the floor. The maid looked frightened, her heart was beating violently now, and it was distracting and disorientating. The blonde woman laughed, "You're joking, right?" Her tone was mocking. I let out a growl unintentionally, and surprisingly. She looked offended, and tried to scratch at me, but I caught her wrist before her claws could penetrate my skin. This only angered her more. "You think a little dog like you can walk in here and claim what is mine!?" she spat, venom in every word. I blinked, breath catching. Dog? Mine? My head was still foggy, pieces of memory slipping just out of reach.I believed—truly—that her question was rhetorical. A threat. A warning. Yet I couldn’t stop myself.“What are you talking about?” I whispered, the confusion and the growing dread wrapping around my voice. This only seemed to anger her more, and now she lunged with her whole body.Before she could make contact with me, there was a stone back a

Seperating my soul

Damien POV:Olivia was not my biological sister. My heart still ached, a low, thudding burn that radiated through my ribs. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, claws scraping, snarling at memories that weren’t memories—but instincts. Echoes of her. Of what she should be feeling with me, not with him. I dragged a shaky breath into my lungs. The air tasted stale, metallic, wrong.Then my mother’s words rose in my mind once more—words whispered through her tears, forced out only because I had backed her into a corner.Olivia was not my biological sister.The sentence struck me with the same force it had the first time. A truth I was never meant to know. A truth they had buried—as if hiding her from me would change what the Moon Goddess had already written into our souls. My wolf let out a guttural, furious sound. Mate, he growled. Not blood. Never blood. "I know," I muttered aloud, gripping the side of the table to steady myself as another faint ripple of pain pulsed through the bon

Rapture

Damien POV:I opened my eyes and sat up. Immediately I could feel the difference in me. It was quiet. The kind of quiet I hadn’t felt since the day my wolf first surfaced—no growling, no pacing, no tearing at my insides demanding Olivia, demanding mate. Just… silence.My chest rose and fell without the usual burn. My head didn’t pound. My veins weren’t on fire. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t being torn in two. I flexed my fingers slowly, testing the foreign stillness inside me. It was like walking into your childhood home and realizing someone had removed all the furniture—familiar walls, but empty, echoing."Good," the High Priestess murmured, her voice drifting in from somewhere to my left. "The separation held." I turned my head toward her. Even that simple motion didn’t hurt. "How long…?" My voice was hoarse. "How long do I have without him?" She stepped closer, her robes whispering over the stone floor. Her eyes—ancient, silver, knowing—rested on me with something like pit

Glittering Darkness

Olivia POV:The sparkling sheer black dress made me stand out in the candle-lit room, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. The fabric clung to me like darkness spun into silk, every step catching the warm glow of the chandeliers overhead. Music drifted through the hall—soft, elegant, eerily calm—but my pulse thrummed far too loudly beneath my ribs. I watched him from the corner of the magnificent hall.Dimitri.Commanding. Effortlessly regal. A predator dressed in tailored midnight. He moved through the crowd with a kind of lethal grace that made people part for him without even realizing they did. His eyes—those cold, starless things—kept flicking toward me, like a silent tether wrapped around my throat. He wanted me seen. Displayed. Marked as his. Every instinct in me bristled at the thought.Even from across the room, I could feel the faint ripple of satisfaction rolling off him, like he was drinking in the sight of me. I lifted a glass from a passing tray, not to drink but

Push Back

Olivia POV:His cold, iron–strong hands clamped around my wrists before I could take another step. The force of it jolted me, dragging a gasp from my throat as he spun me to face him. The world blurred for a heartbeat—candles, marble, velvet shadows smearing together—until all that was left was Dimitri’s face inches from mine. His eyes weren’t the soft molten red he used when he wanted me pliant.They were darker. Sharper. Ancient. "So you remember?" he asked, voice dangerously calm—too calm. Like a blade wrapped in silk.My breath hitched. Remember? I didn’t know what he meant. I didn’t know why my chest hurt or why the night air had felt like freedom or why a name—Damien—echoed inside me like a half-forgotten lullaby.But I knew the way he was looking at me now wasn’t the same as before.This wasn’t seduction.It was suspicion.Possession."I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I whispered, my voice barely mine. His fingers tightened, cold pressure biting into my skin. "Olivia,

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