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When he can't get you off with his little dick, I give you permission to fantasize about me. "Thanks, but no thanks. That would only make me throw up," I snap back. We grew up together, and he, Nikolai, and Mason have always tormented me behind Gray's back. The only reason I even invited my brother's asshole best friends because Gray insisted. According to him, they're family and deserve to be treated as such. But I hate them all. "When shit doesn't work out between you and Isaac, just know you can call me anytime," King says with a shrug, his words igniting my anger.

The effect of the wolfsbane, any more and I will be dead. What did I do with my life in my teen years? Maybe, just maybe, Aurora might give me a chance to say or write down my last words before leaving the surface of the earth. I fell in love with two brothers. I brought two brothers against each other. The Alpha and his brother, who was my best friend. I found out my best friend wasn't just who he showed us to be but someone entirely different, and I accepted him that way till he wanted me to be his sub, and I wanted something more.

"But I never imagined it would be you, Miss Sage." She shook her head with practiced disappointment. "You staged this encounter, brought your brother along, all just for Garrett?" Aria's performance was flawless. "I'm sorry, but there's no room for a third wolf in our bond." Marcus's face had turned completely dark by now. The color drained from his features as understanding crashed over him. He stared at me with heartbreak in his eyes. "This is the boyfriend you hid from me for three years?" His voice was hollow with betrayal. "If I'd known it was Garrett, I never would have allowed you two together!"

Hi, everyone. I just want to thank you all for the love and support you've shown to this book since I started. I meant for it to be a single book about Adrian and Lyra but thought along the way, why not write a story for her friends, Greg and Bella, too? Therefore, I'll be continuing this book with Greg's story, which will be M/M, and Bella's story, after which will be W/W. Hope you enjoy them. PS: What do you all think of Adrian and Lyra's story? did you see the betrayal coming? did it catch you off-guard? what areas can I improve the book, or is it okay the way it is? I want to know your thoughts.

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

Definitely not how I’d treat a sister — but it was the closest label I could stomach. Andy “oh-ed” and went quiet for a couple of minutes. Which should have warned me. “So I can shoot my shot then?” he asked, smirking. I frowned. “Of course not.” I leaned forward. “Play your cards elsewhere, bro.” I meant every word. The last thing I wanted was my friend hooking up with someone I’d known since childhood — someone whose parents were close with mine — especially when that friend was a playboy. He nodded and looked away, but I wasn’t convinced. Not even close.

I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched everyone talking and making plans for Dawn and Lucia's pups. It had been a tough, risky ride, and I couldn't say we were unscathed, but we lost and we gained. And being together like that in happiness and fulfillment that had no rival. I won, we won. Destiny is fulfilled! Good News💃💃💃💃💃. My Brother My Mate book 2 is out. it is titled "My Wolf My Reign". Please check it out🥰😘🥰

Because the truth was, everyone would judge the fuck out of an incestuous relationship. Behind me, the family gathering buzzed with laughter, conversations, and the clinking of glasses. We all got together for an after-Christmas, pre-New Year’s Eve party. It was the only time anyone really had time to meet up. But this was the second year in which I felt removed from it all. Because my attention has been on obsessing over my brother's best friend. Frankie. My big brother's best friend. He was three years older than my tender nineteen years and built like the linebacker he was. I could imagine him dressed in his football uniform as he played college football, showing up other players as he la