Brotherhood Outcast Novels & Stories

“My stepbrother’s mouth on me. Making me cum even when everything is falling apart.” I came hard, shaking against his face. He stood up, freed himself, and thrust into me on the couch. “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes. Fuck me. Claim me.” He moved deep and steady, eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine. No matter what this blackmailer does. Say it.” “I’m yours. Only yours. My stepbrother owns me.” We came together, holding each other tight.

“Don't be sad, big brother! We support you!” “Illegitimate daughter, get out of the Fraser family! Only the legitimate son deserves to inherit!” “Wealthy families are indeed messy. I feel bad for Daniel, being suppressed by a bastard for so many years.” I smiled. He was really letting it get to his head. Let's see who would get the last laugh.

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

“I have a father. An Alpha. But that didn’t stop me from becoming a stranger in my own home long before I was exiled, because he hated me. I was called a child who was cursed by blood. They told me I didn’t belong.” A few nods. A few quiet murmurs. “But look around.” My voice rose now. “Who stands here now? Not the Alphas you once swore your allegiance to, not the council that cast us out.” I pointed toward the bodies. “Those who call themselves sane and loyal have constantly been a thorn in our flesh, killing our own.” I scoffed. “Yet, we remain. The outcasts. The broken. The ones discarded by the goddess.”. I took another step forward, raising my voice until it rang across the stone.

Alexander I had no idea how many people Katherine Weillman invited to this place. I had stepped onto the deck expecting something quiet. Maybe a drink, a small activity but damn it. A handful of distant relatives I hadn’t seen in years and not to miss out on Noah, my half-brother. I looked away, not ready to start another pointless conversation with him. He'sky brother, yes but he’s just like Derrick, spoiled to the bones, made to feel like a gem.

"You drew blood on your own brother, over a woman. It has never been done in this lineage, we don't let women have hold over men." "I shot him, not because of a woman but because he tried to steal my position through marriage." "She's nothing," Ethan spat, staring at me with pure hatred. "A street rat who was convenient." Adrian's grip tightened on my hand. "Watch your mouth." Enzo's voice rose. "Brothers don't turn on each other like this." "Then we were never really brothers," Adrian replied. "This girl is tearing our family apart." Ethan slammed the desk, bellowing with full force. I cowered at Adrian's back.

"You're the one engaged to her. If she gets her memory back, it's gonna blow up." A pause. Then Milo again, practically pleading. "You know I've liked Dorothy forever. But she's just the adopted daughter. I still have to marry Abigail. Now that she 'forgot,' just let me have a few good days with Dorothy. You're my brother—I trust you. Just... don't get too close to Abigail. I still have to marry her." I sucked in a sharp breath and stumbled back to the chairs outside the exam room, shaking all over. The guy who used to stick to me everywhere—car, bed, even the bathroom—muttering nonstop that he loved me just handed me off to his own brother.

"Alpha, your father sent us to bring you home." Only then did I realize Damian was the Alpha of the Maple Pack, a half-blood Alpha who moved unseen between human towns and the packs. Soon, Damian left. Winter Solstice came. All the staff from the inn applied for leave to return home. In the end, I was left alone as the hustle and bustle died down. I would face this holiday in solitude, just like the many holidays I had spent before Julian took me in. I was used to it, though. I made some simple pasta and sat by the window.

He was suppressing a tidal wave of rage. "Alpha," the Bloodclaw Lord stood, his voice cold as steel. "Article Three of the Pureblood Covenant states that any Lord who betrays the purity of our blood shall be stripped of his seat in the Alliance." "I agree." "I agree." One by one, the voices of judgment rose. In the end, only my father remained seated, alone. "From this moment forward, the Silvermoon Pack is exiled from the Northern Alliance," Lukas announced, his eyes blazing with triumph, "until you cleanse yourselves of the half-breed's stain."

Leo asked with a raised eyebrow looking down at little old me who he had trapped against the wall, where I wanted to scream in even more frustration, we were wasting time! “I don’t know who they are, Henry is from the rogue family who took me in and became my brother! He was the reason we were even in that Alpha’s territory last night! While out hunting, I don’t know what happened, but he somehow got hurt, I tried to help but that’s when those border guards walked over, tried to rape me and brought me to you! But Henry still could be out there and in trouble!” I exclaimed feeling beyond frustrated that he was standing there asking me questions and not helping, even though shouting at this ma