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Without another word, he began shrugging out of his cloak and tossed it to one of his companions. I watched in tense silence from beside the tree I was standing next to as Chris mirrored his actions, shucking off his jacket and kicking off his boots before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. His muscular forearms were exposed, taut and sinewy. But the Beta’s arms were much, much bigger—and scattered with old scars that caught the moonlight and spoke of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of won fights. “Chris,” I murmured, feeling a bit of panic set in. “Are you sure about this?”

“Don’t you think you are a little too excited? Theo might not be in a position to disapprove, but I have other brothers! I know for sure that Tones won’t let you off the hook, and you have to worry about my other older brothers, too.” The excitement fell off his face. “Oh fuck.” I would have laughed if he hadn’t looked frightened. “What? Don’t tell me what I said really scared you.” I didn’t really mean to scare him. “Baby, you would be scared for me, too, when you find out that two of your brothers were ex-seals. Not just ex-seals, but they were in special forces.” My jaw literally dropped at his words.

Dominic ate in near-silence, speaking when spoken to, directing the larger conversations of the table with a word or a look, his authority so completely ambient that it required no performance. I learned things in those forty minutes that the letter hadn't told me. That the Ironveil Pack was one of the oldest in the eastern territory, with four hundred members spanning this property and three satellite settlements. That Dominic had been Alpha for three years, since their father's death. That Rafe was the pack's head enforcer, which explained both the coiled energy in him and the way even the largest men in the room gave him a half-step of deference when he moved. I learned, too, by watching:

"They're...they're killing each other." Master Colt's voice echoed in my mind, calm and soothing. "Betty, focus. You must learn to control your emotions, to separate yourself from the visions." But I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my stomach. My brothers were fighting, killing each other, and I was powerless to stop them.

"Someone posted it last night and it's already gone viral." "Her face is so red. She's probably been crying." I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it all to go away. But it didn't. It just kept coming. And I knew that this was just the beginning. I had thought the worst was over. That the bullying would stop once Slade and I became stepsiblings. But it was worse than ever. And I didn't know if I could survive it this time. I sat in my seat, my hands clenched in my lap, and tried to block out their voices.

"Of what we did? But why are you here?" My brother kneels in front of me. He looks me right in the eyes. "I am here to help you," my brother answers. "How?" "By giving you these." My brother raises his hand and offers me JumpStart's stun batons. "JumpStart's stun batons," I say, looking at them. "Yes. As much as you don't want to hear it, your sword will do very little against Heavy Metal. These, however, will do. Here." He offers me JumpStart's stun batons but I slap them out of his hand.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

“There are rumours of him beating someone nearly to death and burning someone.” Alice’s mind went back to the first conversation she’d overheard between the brothers. “That was you, though, wasn’t it?” Alice asked, feeling stupid. “You poured boiling water on someone.” “Yeah,” Adam laughed. “It’s always me. For some reason, though, my brother always gets the blame. Probably because it’s his enemies that get hurt. I doubt they want to admit to getting their ass handed to 'em by a high schooler.”

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.