Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates Mga Nobela at Kwento

I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead and temples. “He was the best brother anyone could ask for. He was my rock, he was my world. While other girls would drive every possible topic to their boyfriends, I drove every potential topic to my brother,” I started as the tears prick the back of my eyes and my breathing started to get heavy. I gave out a weak laugh when flashes of annoyed faces my old friends would give me whenever I brought my brother up pop into my head. He was good looking and my friends often call him “drool- worthy” at times but when someone brings the dude up a million times, people were bound to get annoyed.

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

I worked so hard to be where I am now. It’s not like I can’t live without my brothers or like I’m obsessed with them or something. It’s nothing like that. The thing is, they’ve always been by my side since I was a baby and they were kind of like my shield. My best friends in the world. They played with me, loved me and gave me whatever I wanted and I hardly lacked anything. They were my heroes. I looked up at them more than anything else. They also protected me from anyone who attempted ill intentions and they were always there for me in every way, so seeing them disappearing into thin air turned my life upside down.

Raw shock paralyzed me, freezing every muscle as this cruel joke hit me square in the chest. My mate—the one person the universe crafted to love me right—was none other than my husband’s brother. Could I be any more of a walking disaster? My mate's dark, intense eyes traced every inch of me, and I felt completely naked, as though he could see straight into my soul. This bond would be the death of me. Byron already hated me enough to make my life a living hell. Now, adding this bond with his brother would be a nightmare.

“Fine.” I stalked back to the counter, grabbed my bag, and muttered a quick goodbye to Nancy and Matthew. Matthew hurried over, his eyes darting between me and Aaron. “Are you okay? Is he forcing you to do anything?” he asked in a low voice. I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. He’s my best friend’s brother. He’s just… looking out for me,” I said, hoping that would be enough to reassure him. Aaron appeared behind me, and Matthew took a step back, his unease evident. “I don’t like him,” Aaron muttered under his breath as we walked outside.

“Who are these guys?” I opened my mouth to explain, but no words came out. I hesitated and stammered, and before I could form the correct word to speak, I was too late. Before I knew it, Cameron and Chase, my friends, moved in sync like they always did. They came to my side. Their hands, strong and gentle, grabbed me at the same time and pulled me away from Matt and closer to them. Cameron spoke with a commanding tone, his voice loud and clear, “We are her mates.” He announced it, leaving no room for doubt.

This is literally so unfair to your pack, to everyone. "Has anyone ever considered what I'm going through?" I snapped. "Do they think it's easy for me? I lost my freaking mate. Do you know how that emptiness feels? Of course you don't." "I know what happened to you was tragic, but you do not forget your duties. No matter what. And you are a freaking Alpha. Act like it." "You know what?" I said, lifting both hands in the air. "I am so done with all of this. You can take the Alpha title or whatever and give it to my brother. Fuck this shit."

Zara’s POV “Yo bitch ! How could ya forget your homie over the weekend,” my best friend, Rob whined. “Shut up, Rob. I know you were fucking Nick’s brains out during the weekend,” I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. “Yeah that’s true,” Nick grinned and gave me a brotherly hug. These two doofuses were my best friends since diaper days and incidentally these two had just found out that they were mates ! It was a shock for the whole school that the two hottest “straight” boys were involved with each other !

In fact, I laughed so hard that I doubled over, clutching my stomach as stitches formed in my sides. “You?” I had managed in between fits of laughter. “That’s impossible! You’re my brother!” “Look at me, Rowena.” Eric’s voice had been strong and clear, and when my laughter finally faded and I raised my gaze to meet him, his clear blue eyes were nothing if not serious. “You’re my mate,” he had said. “You’re my mate, Rowena. It’s always been you, all this time.” I searched his eyes for some hint of humor, for some joke hiding beneath the surface, but I had found none. And so, I ran.