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She trailed off. And then I knew. She had seen it. The first six words of the chapter. I fucked my best friend’s brother. She let out an awkward chuckle, glancing at me over her phone. “Well, this is an... interesting way to start a chapter.” But when she saw my face, her smile faded. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. Her expression fell as she dropped her phone on the bed. “What are you apologizing for? It’s just a book, right?” Her voice was soft now, almost pleading.

Zephyra I left the hospital, with soft sobs escaping my lips, walking into the chest if my brother; Z what’s wrong… I looked up at him, how could I tell my brother that his best friend had taken away my last ray of hope… “Nothing, can I have the keys? “Sure”

I'm the overprotective brother, but also both my sisters are overprotective especially Carla, she's literally the best person I know. And Liam, my best friend. We met the first day of college and we have been inseparable since then, I love how much you love and care about my sister. I love you you both, to my favorite person ever Carla and my brother and best friend Liam." Mickey says raising up his glass as he ends his speech and everyone cheers. My eyes were welling up, getting all emotional from my brother's speech. Liam looked at me then he leaned over, kissing the side of my head.

“You said you were leaving, so I visited my best friend. Her name is Amanda. She passed away a few years ago, and I still miss her like crazy. One of these days, I will tell you what kind of trouble we got into. ” “I bet you had so much fun. My brother is my best friend, and we never fail to get in touch every day.”

We did not want to pile another tombstone on the list of things we fretted over, neither of us. "I promise I will be on my best behavior, father." I said sarcastically and earned a playful smack from my brother on the head. "I am going to miss you, Juliet." "I am going to miss you more, Zacharias." "What about me? No hug for your best friend before you leave?" Nick asked, already bro hugging Zach when Chrysander joined in. "Hey, what about your favorite criminal? Aren't you going to tell your soldier buddies about hot, sexy and three times dashing than you Don?" Chrys teased, "Pity, that I won't have anyone to fight with."

I find out that my soulmate is my blood brother, I get into the most depressive phase of my life that it messes up everything that has to do with me. We decide to go separate ways and then I find out that he's not my brother, he's my best friends brother. Mannnnnn Do I have a story to tell my kids. I should even write this as a book, document it, it'll go viral because how does this even sound like? What kind of drama filled life did I just experience. I'm just glad for one thing though, I've gotten my man back.

I see them wiping their eyes, nodding. "I want to thank some people who made this possible," I continue. "Brandon—" I find him in the front row, grinning like an idiot. "Thank you for being my brother in every way that matters. For never giving up on me even when I gave you every reason to." He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Isaac and Pablo—you two are the best friends anyone could ask for. Thank you for sticking by me through everything." They nod, Isaac's arm around Yara's shoulders.

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."

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

I said, perhaps a little too fast. Zach chuckled. “She’s lying.” “Shut up, Zach.” “Hey, I’m just saying,” he teased. “If the guy you’re clearly into decides to ditch you for Miss I-Can-Do-A-Perfect-Pirouette, I’d be mad too.” Liv gasped dramatically. “You’re into him!” “I’m not!” I insisted, flustered. “He’s just—he’s confusing.” Liv gave me that knowing grin that only siblings seem to have — the one that said I know my brother better than you ever will.