All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

His grip closed around my wrist hard enough that I felt it in my teeth. I couldn't turn around. If I did, the tears would fall, and I refused to give him that. Not out here. Not after he'd stood in front of an entire arena and handed another woman the future I'd spent six years stupid enough to think was mine. "Noah." His voice was right behind me. "Hey, look at me." I turned halfway. "What's the rush?" His hand didn't leave my wrist. "You were just going to leave without me?" He sounded genuinely confused, as if it had never occurred to him that I might not want to stay and celebrate this fucking bombshell he'd just dropped. "I haven't even introduced you to my fiancée. Come on..." I yanked free so hard that my spine hit the cold metal railing behind me. "Let go of me!” My voice cracked and echoed off the concrete. "Luca, how could you?" "How could I what?" He looked wounded, which was worse than if he'd been cruel. "I proposed to Rosalind. I thought you'd be happy for me

NOAH’S POV “You have a brother!?” Luca didn’t open his eyes. He sat slumped in my passenger seat with an ice pack pressed to his brow. “Six years, Luca. And I haven’t even seen him in one photo? Or even a damn Christmas card. How could you hide an entire sibling?” He exhaled hard through his nose. “Birdy, I think he chipped my skull. I can’t answer anything right now.” “Don’t give me crap, Luca. Why did your own brother try to hurt you? I know it’s more than just the game.” “He was traded in. That’s all I know.” He lowered the ice pack from his eyebrow. “And unofficially, he’s going to ruin things for me.” I was about to respond when he cut me off. His head dropped onto my shoulder dramatically. “Take me home. Please. Don’t make me beg.” He always knew exactly what that voice did to me. We reached the Leister estate in few minutes, the iron wrought gates pulled open itself. Lucas swiped his key card and the front door swung open. He was two steps in when he froze. “You

The road blurred past in gray smears outside the window, and I sat very still, staring at Kade like he’d grown a second head. Somewhere in my chest, something had gone cold, and then hot that I couldn’t know which was good. “No.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “That’s not possible. Luca would never agree to that.” “But he did.” I shook my head, turning back to the windshield like refusing to look at him might undo the sentences. “He wouldn’t. He’s a grown man. He can make his own choices.” “His or not. Choices were made.” I went quiet. An arranged marriage—it made no sense. He was successful on his own, wanted by half the leagues, wanted by half the country if the tabloids were to be believed. Why would he let himself get folded into something so…so insane. “But why?” The words came out smaller than I meant them to. I’d expected to feel angry. Instead I felt something worse—betrayed twice over, once for the engagement itself, once for the fact that he hadn’t e

KADE’S POV I hadn’t planned on enjoying this as much as I did. Flying six hours home after twelve years just to make my brother’s life miserable. Watching him lose his good boy act, choke on his pride and still get beaten to a pulp in front of his teammate? Making everything he’d built in my absence crack underneath his feet? That had kept me entertained the entire flight. Noah Covey was the part I hadn’t accounted for. I’d planned for Luca’s anger. His humiliation. His hatred. I hadn’t planned for the girl he’d spent years keeping at arm’s length to look at me like she actually wanted to know what was underneath all the bullshit. That was new. And fucking convenient. Silence looked wrong on her. She was built for sharp little remarks and theatrical eye rolls, for arguing with me over nothing at all because some part of her physically couldn’t help it. But right now—there was nothing. She stood rooted to the tiles, fists curled at her sides, completely unaware

My mouth still tasted like Luca, and I was supposed to sit through a four-course dinner like he hadn’t kissed me ten minutes ago. Like my heart wasn’t shredding in my chest with each laugh, each clink of their glasses. I hadn’t touched my cutlery—the food placed in front of me made my stomach churn even more. Luca wasn’t looking at me. He hadn’t looked at me once since we’d sat down. He was too busy leaning toward Rosalind, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder, pressing his mouth to the back of her hand like he hadn’t pressed those same lips against mine ten minutes ago. Like he hadn’t made everything between us infinitely harder. I stared at him a second longer than I should have, then looked away. “Noah?” My head lifted sharply. Catherine smiled brightly from the head of the table, dressed in ivory silk and a diamond statement earring. She looked like a woman hosting the best night of her life. I supposed, in her own mind, she was. “I don’t think you’ve pro