All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

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The price of blood

Olivia POV:I watched him sleep. For the first time since I’d known Damien, there was no tension carved into his face, no shadow of pain tightening his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath my cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human in a way that made my heart ache. His words replayed in my mind—not loud, not dramatic, just true. I had felt them settle into the bond, warm and certain, but certainty didn’t erase danger. If anything, it sharpened it. My father’s voice echoed in my memory, smooth and cruel beneath its mockery. They will come for him through you. I closed my eyes briefly, swallowing the knot in my throat. "I won’t let them," I whispered, more vow than thought. My gaze drifted to the floor. The dagger lay there where it had fallen earlier, half-caught in the firelight. The flames licked along its edge, turning the steel molten gold for a heartbeat before it dimmed again. It wasn’t just a weapon—I could feel it. Old magic

The will of the Gods

Damien POV:I rolled over, and for once I didn't wake up with unbearable pain. My hand grazed the empty space next to me. The sheet cold from the body that had long gone. I sat up abruptly, my hand still pressed against the cold sheet. Her scent was everywhere, on me, around me—everywhere. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the floor cold beneath my feet, grounding me even as unease crawled up my spine.Fear hit me then, sharp and sudden.“Olivia,” I called, my voice rough with sleep and something darker. Something instinctive.No answer.I stood, moving through the room, my eyes catching on the small details I’d missed before—the drawer left slightly open, the faint scuff on the floor where the box had been dragged out. My heart started pounding harder with every step. I dropped to my knees and pulled the box from beneath the bed.Empty.My breath left me in a rush.“No,” I whispered, already knowing. I grabbed the shirt she’d left behind, pressing it to my face without thinki

Silent song

Olivia POV:The blade sang to me in its quiet yet steady voice— Calling me, constantly. I washed my hands in the gentle stream, trying to scrub out the caked blood from under my finger nails. I had no idea where I was, the scent was unfamiliar and my father— Gone. I prayed that it would stay that way, but from how our last conversation ended he would call for me again and I would have no choice but to answer. My stomach growled distracting me from the thoughts swirling in my head, the pieces of a puzzle that I could not see or understand. I stood up, accepting that some things would stain forever. I closed my eyes and centered my breathing, listening for even the faintest brush of life, and then — A snap of twigs to my left. It was all I needed as I silently— blade in hand, followed the sound like an expert tracker. My wolf senses on high alert. I couldn't scent the animal which was strange, but maybe, things were different wherever I was, and animals were different and I could be di

The Manna sisters

Dimitri POV: We had stopped for the night in a cave that I had decided would be a good camp. Olivia was quiet, yet she occasionally asked questions about the blade or the bracelet that bound her arm. I did not have the gall to tell her that the bracelet was a family heirloom intended for my wife. The mate that I would spend eternity with. I couldn't tell her that I had hoped that it would be her. She continued rolling the stick into the wood, her hands methodically travelling up and down with increased speed. I could smell the smoke and then there was an ember. "You're cold." I blurted, but my voice was cold and stone like. I saw her flinch at my tone, but I couldn't help it. The first thing she does when she is freed is run to that mutt of her mate. I could scent it on her before she told me, I had managed to contain my anger long enough before she had confessed herself. Confessed only because I compelled her to. "Have you drank blood since you left?" I found myself asking, and sh

God's eye

Damien POV:"So, what are our parents like?" Dahlia asked, as she bit into some dried meat. We had stopped by a stream on our way to some high temple that had a priestess as old as time. Considering how my life has turned out, I would anticipate that she would have croaked by the time we arrived. "Well, before I saw them for the people they are, they were actually nice." I remembered back to the sun kissed summers, and the doting family meals, "but, I suppose back then I was entitled and we lived in a bubble." She glanced at me sideways. "What was it like living in the temple?" I asked, trying to take the attention off me. She chewed for a bit before replying, "it was better than your childhood, I was loved and cherished." I had no words. What could I say? "You can shift and let your wolf out if you want, you don't have to stay human for me." She smirked, "actually priestesses only shift on the full moon when the moon is at her fullest, we are strongest then." My jaw dropped. "I di

Chosen

Olivia POV: I slipped on the silk–like grass and Dimitri's arm caught me in time before I got to taste the grass first hand. "You should be more careful." I pulled away from him, "I don't need your help." He scoffed, "if I can tell that you are dehydrated; the Mannas will too." I rolled my eyes and almost slipped again. "That's it!" Snapped Dimitri and grabbed me, throwing me down onto the soft grass and climbing on top of me. "What are you doing!?" I growled, and he ignored me as he bit open his wrist and placed it against my lips. My mouth opened involuntarily and I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as my fingers dug into his wrist, squeezing as my eyes glazed with ecstasy. His blood was honey sweet, and gold just like his eyes. I glanced up at him in my blood-drunken haze and he stared down at me with a look of lust that mirrored my own. His wrist pulled away from my mouth and without breaking contact, he leaned over me. His soft lips brushing my own. "You chose me,"

Hunted

Dimitri POV: Her brown eyes had darkened as she laid it out for me. Everything that I had done to her. And after the initial anger I could not argue with it anymore. I had taken her, and I had tried to make her mine by all means necessary. There was nothing I could do to change the past, not now and not then. Yet, I had tried for her, tried to erase the pain that she might feel, and tried to erase the loss of a mate. Although my intentions were not pure, I did try. I watched her as she got on her knees, the tendrils of grass suffocating beneath her trying to escape, as she leaned forward and cupped her hands into the cold stream, bringing the clear water to her lips and drinking. I watched as the water dribbled down her chin and on to her shirt. I watched as the water soaked in, deeper and deeper. I watched her— The dark haired beauty that had caught my attention before I had even knew her, the girl who stopped in the middle of the road, heart thundering and afraid. A scream i

Deceit

Olivia POV:A second ago I was jumping across the river, and now I stood in front of a very bored God, who sat on a dark cold throne, cleaning his nails. "So what was the plan Olivia?" His voice rang with equal boredom, I opened my mouth to speak— or mumble something, but he cut me off. "You disobey my order to kill the vampire lord, and then you try to get away from me, to hide!" His voice boomed across the decrepit walls of the stone temple. "It wasn't like that," I lied, "oh?" He said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, "I was going to kill him, but he overpowered me!" I watched as his nails became elongated claws and scraped into the stone of his seat. "I can smell your deceit," he said with a smirk, "and do you know what I do to people who dare to deceive me!?" His voice boomed, and I shuddered from the cold crawling feeling that was making its way up my spine like a hairy caterpillar. "I punish them," he said flatly and on cue, the blade turned in my own hand and slashed at my thi

Blizzard

Olivia POV:I was shaking with cold as I crawled into an empty cave, although it blocked out the elements, it did nothing for the wet ice that clung to my skin. I wasn't prepared for this, but I don't think I was ever supposed to be. I huddled into myself, pressing my knees to my chest and trying to keep the sound of my chattering teeth to a minimum in case there were other bears in the vicinity. Bears were our enemy, they were not civilised like us wolves or even like the vampires. They were complete savage monsters. I've heard the stories since I was young about the bears in the north ripping people to shreds for just being in the vicinity. How was I supposed to get home? How was I supposed to get out of this entire destiny bullshit? I could feel my heart deflating with each thought. I don't think there was a way for me to escape. Not alive at least. I curled up in the furthest corner of the cave and held myself trying to find sleep as my body shook with the cold. I kept my ears op

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