All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia POV:His hand clamped around my wrist like a steel shackle, and before I could react, Dimitri yanked me forward—hard. My heels scraped against the polished marble as he dragged me down the corridor, past the staring courtiers, past the flickering candelabras, past the music that suddenly felt too sharp, too loud. The double doors to his chambers stood open like a gaping mouth. And he shoved me straight through. I stumbled but caught myself before hitting the floor, breath ragged, heart thundering. Dimitri stalked inside behind me, closing the doors with a harsh, echoing thud that swallowed the last bit of sound from the ballroom. "So," he said, his voice curling like smoke, "you remember?" He stepped closer, slow, deliberate—predatory. The shadows clung to him like loyal servants, and his eyes glowed in the dimness, a molten, dangerous red. I lifted my chin. "Yes." He laughed once—short and sharp. "My little diamond finally has her memories back." His tone dripped with mockery.

Damien POV:My hands shook as I raised the crystal glass of amber liquid to my lips. The pain was striking and hot like a metal rod that had been left to soak in the starving flames of the fire, pressing into my heart. He was touching her, doing more than the pain would allow me to imagine. My wolf howled in pain. Sweat dripped like rain off my brow as I pushed myself to the single seater couch, falling onto it and spilling some of my drink. I needed the pain to dull or to stop. The room felt too small, the walls closing in as if they knew what was tearing through me. I leaned forward, elbows braced on my knees, breath coming out in rough, uneven pulls. The fire crackled across from me, its warmth useless against the cold spreading through my chest.I could feel it—feel him—like a brand pressed straight into my soul. The bond screamed, raw and furious, and my wolf paced beneath my skin, claws raking at the inside of my ribs. Every instinct demanded I go to her, tear through whatever s

Damien POV:I stumbled out into the cold night. The ice-cold air bit into my lungs, sharp and unforgiving, but it dulled the acid burning through my veins just enough to keep me upright. Frost clung to the stone beneath my boots, crunching with every unsteady step as I dragged myself away from the place that had broken me.I tilted my face to the sky, breath ghosting white in the darkness. I wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms right now—to feel her warmth, her scent, the steady proof that she was real and still mine. The ache in my chest twisted viciously at the thought. I should have claimed her the moment I felt it. The moment the bond snapped into place and my world narrowed to her existence alone. I should have been honest— Instead, I’d hesitated. Calculated. Tried to protect her with silence.Coward.My wolf snarled, restless and furious, pacing beneath my skin as if searching for her through sheer will. Every step away from the pack lands felt wrong, like I was teari

Dimitri POV:Her hands wrapped coldly around my neck, her thick scented perfume filling my nostrils. "Just for a little bit," she cooed, and I grabbed her wrists, removing them from my neck. "I am not interested Nila." The smile on her face disappeared and she hissed with anger. "Why!?" She snapped, her eyes glowing red with anger, "because of that mutt bitch!" I stared at her under my cool gaze. She wanted a rise, but she wasn't going to get it. "You should leave, I have things to do." I closed the thick leather book that was in front of me and stood up, smoothing my dark cloak. "Bullshit!" She shouted, "You just want to get back to her!" The emphasis of her that came out of her mouth was laced with venom. I grabbed her by her throat and lifted her feet off the ground, "You are forgetting your place in my nest."Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my grip, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. For a heartbeat, the room was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the shallow rasp of h

Olivia POV:I felt the buzzing again as my eyes flew open, the sensation crawling beneath my skin like static. My fingers were locked tight around the dagger’s hilt, the sapphires warm now—too warm—as if they had been resting against my pulse instead of cold metal.I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed myself upright. I was no longer in the garden. I looked around and, to my horror, I was outside my old home. I rushed forward toward the territory line, and I was hit with his scent. Damien. I was overwhelmed with emotions now.Fear. Loss. Heartbreak. Guilt.They crashed over me all at once, so sharp and sudden that my knees nearly buckled. My fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger, the buzzing flaring in response, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was him.Damien.His scent clung to the air like a wound that had never healed—warm earth and smoke, something wild threaded with sorrow. It wrapped around my chest and squeezed until breathing hurt. Memories I had buried deep