Romans & histoires Brother’s Best Friends Are My Mates

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

Athena's POV His words sits heavy in the room “So it’s simple,” he says again, his tone flat but his eyes locked on mine. “You’re my brother’s mate. But your sister’s wolf already recognizes him as his because you both share almost an identical DNA just like mine” I gulp hard, my hands tightening at my sides. “That’s not true,” I blurt, my voice shaking but loud enough to echo off the walls. “I saw it clearly. I’m not Jaxon’s mate. I’m yours. I’ve always known it.”

Our parents' graves were vandalized without reason, becoming a lifelong pain for us siblings. Looking at the words scrawled across the headstones - "homewrecker," "die," "go to hell" - my brother, who never shed tears even when bleeding, cried. "Sage, let's go." "This place is no longer our home." After my injuries healed, Marcus took me and our approved departure papers, and we left the territory. I didn't know where we were going. But as long as we left the pack, it would be good enough. "Marcus, I'm going to rest for a while. Wake me when we arrive."

This guy had been my one true brother all throughout school. “I've missed you.” I said. “Blech, you cheesy motherfucker,” he said and I punched him in the stomach and we both burst into laughter. “I've missed you too. I want you to know that I've decided to not come between you and Steph. And I want to stay in touch with you mate. So I truly hope, you won't break my little sister's heart because that would mean I'd have to kill you.” He said and I smirked.

Mateo looked up only to see the usual man, the one who picked them up to take them to lunch every afternoon, getting out of his truck as usual. “All right, let's go,” he said, receiving the ball Lucas had handed to him. “Don't tell me we're going to practice?” “I remind you that the tournament is next week, we can't miss this one.” And from afar, Adel greeted the two boys when they gave him a look. One was almost eight years old and the other almost seven and they were best friends. The ones who had always been there for each other, Mateo being the one who made his friend strong when he came to that school and had no other friends, had no way to address because the culture he came from was m

I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah. "Olivia has always been a nerd Sean," his best friend since they were babies in diapers decided to add his unwanted comment into our conversation. "A bore." If anyone annoyed me more than my brother did, it would be his best friend Sean Walker. His hazel green eyes danced around with laughter as he looked me over. Co-captian of the schools football team, local man whore who can't keep his dick inside his pants, all of those things apply to my brothers best friend. He is so full of himself that he makes my blood boil.

He whispered softly. I shook my head. “No, she isn’t around much anymore. She is always busy with other work.” I say relieved. I lay my head on his shoulder. “Hey, what do you think it's like?” “What?” “Having a mate.” I answer. “Oh.” He thought about it. “My mom says a mate is like your best friend only better. Like, someone you want to protect and only ever want to be around.” He looked over his shoulder. “What about you?”

Or did I hear him speak wrong? “Did you just say friends?” I asked and he nodded; I chuckled. “Sure, why not!” I said, “We are already siblings.” I added. “You’re my mate, not my sister, siblings can’t be mate.” He said, he sounded so dangerous and angry, I nodded with a gulp and he smiled.

“It- It cannot work like that. A mate bond is far stronger than you think. You wouldn’t know because. . .because—” “What, because I do not have one?” He laughs sardonically . “Believe me, it is my greatest blessing to be born bereft of a mate. I’ve seen a lot of great men fall and become idiots just because of their mates. You, my brother, are on the top of that list.” They exchanged deathly glares and sat in tight tension as both caught their breaths, treading carefully to not break the very thin string of what remains of their brotherhood.

“Zion, what is wrong, is there something I need to know, brother? If there is, tell me and I will sort it out personally. This is your happy day, and you should enjoy it and leave pack business to me.” I told him wondering if he was going to come clean. But my brother shook his head. “I am sorry brother; I am just worried. I don’t want my relationship with my mate to be like yours.” I frowned. “What are you talking about? You and your mate are nothing like me and my mate. You love each other and I never loved my mate. Yours will be the kind of love people envy and nothing like mine.”