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. Tears welled in my eyes. If I turned, they would fall. And I refused to give him that. Not out here. Not after he’d just stood in front of an entire arena and given another woman the future I’d spent six years stupid enough to imagine was mine. “Noah.” His voice floated directly behind me. “Look at me.” I finally turned slightly. “What’s the rush?” His hand hadn’t left my wrist. “You were just going to leave? Without me?” I could hear the genuine confusion in his voice, like the idea I might not want to stay and celebrate this freaking bombshell he dropped hadn’t once occurred to him. “I haven’t even introduced you to my fiancée yet. Come on—” I yanked my arm free hard enough that I stumbled back a step, my spine hit the cold metal railing behind me. “Let go of me.” My voice cracked wide open, echoing off the concrete. “Luca, how could you?” “How could I what?” He looked genuinel

NOAH’S POV My grip tightened around the steering wheel as I took the turn out of the arena lot, eyes flicking between the road and Luca, who sat slumped in the passenger seat with an ice pack pressed to his brow. I opened my mouth—and closed it again. Where would I even start? That was the brother he barely talked about. It only just occurred to me that I’d never once seen him. Not in person, or in a photo or even the background of one of his mother’s Christmas cards. How does a person hide an entire sibling? I glanced at him again, stepping on the brakes lightly as the light ahead turned red. “Alright, out with it, Noah.” Luca groaned. “I know it’s a freaking maze in that head of yours rights now.” “You think?” I scoffed, turning to face him fully. “Since when did your brother get on the team? Why did he beat the shit out of you, and why did you look like you wanted to hit him first. And don’t give me crap—I watched how you changed the second he stepped on the ice.” He

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—That had always been the plan. 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. An unexpected complication, the only variable I hadn’t run numbers on before I got on that fucking plane. And somehow, already, the most interesting one. 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 of the bouquet lying at our feet where she’d dropped it. Her mouth opened

My mouth still tasted like his, and I was supposed to sit through a four course dinner like it hadn’t happened. 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 angling toward Rosalind, brushing hair off her shoulder, pressing his mouth to the back of her hand like he hadn’t put that same mouth on mine ten minutes earlier and made everything worse. 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, which I supposed, she was. “I don’t think you’ve properly met everyone.” Right. Of course—how could I forget? We were only three minu