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His glasses were somehow still on his face. "I couldn't..." He gasped. "I tried to stay away. Tried to logic through it. But my wolf wouldn't listen. He just kept saying mate, mate, MATE until I…" He noticed Maddox and Ronan. "Oh god. It's not just me." "No." Ronan's control was fracturing. I could see it in the way his hands shook. "It's all three of us." Silence fell. Three brothers. One girl. An impossible bond trying to form.

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

Iris’s POV Easton Andersen, the future Alpha of the Silver Peak Pack, my big brother, will be back home today. I was informed by Noah, the son of our Beta David, also Easton’s close friend. Hmm..Of course, I don’t believe he is here for Olivia’s birthday party, that’s my mother, not his. When I last saw him was 2 months ago, and the last words I got from him were" Fuck off".He hates Olivia, and he hates me, even though I thought he loved me three years ago.

He stood and the room stood with him. Morgan left and the three senior figures filed out with him. Dorian picked up his folder and looked at Aaron before leaving too. The room was empty except for Alex, me and Aaron. Alex gathered the presentation material and Aaron turned toward me. I held his gaze and waited patiently. “The distribution confirmation,” he said. “Get me a written statement from both companies before noon tomorrow.” I nodded. “I’ll contact them when I get back to my office.” He walked toward the door.

I cursed discarding the thing to the floor and erupting from the couch, then walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle. “Bruh, what crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been absent-minded the entire time you've sat there.” Romeo asked walking to where I was and clamped my shoulder tightly, “Is everything alright? You’ve never been this distracted.” No. Not even a single thing is alright because that damn boy I have been working hard to get off my mind sprung back from wherever he disappeared to and guess what, he is my fuckin’ stepbrother. “I’m fine.” I snapped instead, then walked back to the couch and plopped myself.

Then his expression became cold again. “Listen carefully.” he suddenly said and I nodded automatically. “Nobody at school must know about this, not a single soul. I am not your step brother, we don't live together. We are not related and I don't know someone as lame as you. If you as much as breathe this to anyone, I will ruin you I promise.”

Jack asked Brian “Any amount! I don’t care….I got her a 15 million dollars bracelet, you can tell them I’ll give 20 million dollars or you can put 25 or even 30 million dollars. All I want is to bring the robbers in front of me!” Brian replied to Jack and he nodded “Well noted Mr Bolton! We will do our best to find them,” Smith added

The image filled the display: Ava and Mason, locked in a kiss, the soft glow of her bedroom lamp illuminating their intertwined forms. It was clear, undeniable. Her heart plummeted. Below the picture, stark white text burned into her vision: “So our good girl Ava isn’t really who she is. Does this mean she’s having a secret affair with Mason, her best friend’s brother, or is it just the influence of the alcohol from this party?” The words twisted in her gut, venomous and cruel. “Best friend’s brother.”The anonymous sender knew. Knew everything.

"What? And how the hell am I going to do that?” "Use the tape in your pocket," Bron interrupted, his tone carrying real authority. "The tape you brought in case we needed to tie them up. Fix the papers." Brock realized his older brother was serious and didn't argue. He reached into his thick jacket, pulled out a roll of heavy clear tape, and knelt down. He gathered the torn pieces, set them flat on the coffee table, and began to work. The loud, harsh sound of the plastic tape unrolling filled the room.

The stroke he'd suffered two days before had robbed him of his ability to move except for one hand, which he tried to raise. "Letters." The word escaped the old man's lips. "Must giveto Rosalind." "Letters? What letters?" Brodie drifted a step closer to his father as though torn between curiosity and hesitancy. "Underme." Montgomery's gaze dropped down to his lower back. Brodie lifted up the feather mattress and dug around for a minute before his hand halted. Brock watched his younger brother pull out a stack of letters, yellowed with age and bound with twine. Brodie handed them to Brock and looked back to his father.