Brothers Conflict Second Season Novels & Stories

“But I have to owe you an apology from my side as well. I am guessing that I crossed a limit that I shouldn’t have as well, and though I was right in what I said, I know that I could have done something to make things a lot easier for you as my brother. And for that, I am sorry.” He smiled and kissed her forehead once before the two of them walked down to look at me. I smiled and wrapped my arm around my mate, thankful for the fact that they at least managed to fix things between them. The fact that they were fighting was something that I found as normal, and though I didn’t ask for the reason, I knew not to interfere between siblings, I still didn’t like them being angry with one another. “

After we got home Jackson came to our room and asked me to have a chat with him and his brother Finn. Mates. They were my mates. Both of them. Brothers. But my mates. How did that even make any sense? I don’t know what to do now, I’m laying in bed worried about having to choose and break one of these men. But not only breaking one of them but breaking their bonds as brothers! How was I supposed to do something like that? I couldn’t believe that a few weeks ago I was alone just worrying about keeping myself safe and now I had to worry about who to give my heart and soul to. It seemed surreal, I never pictured myself in a problem like this, I was great at running and hiding but I knew I couldn

As the doctor bustled into the room and began tending to the old man, Xavier descended the stairs with his crisp black shirt neatly folded over his arm. He strode over to his brother, standing tall and imposing in front of him. His voice was low and threatening as he spoke, and his eyes were blazing with anger. "You better hope this isn't serious. If anything happens to our father because of you, I promise you won't want to face the consequences." The tension in the air was thick and palpable, each word a sharp edge in the heated exchange between the two brothers.

Then there was a door slamming, damn it I really want to wake up already. Then I start to feel them again tingles like someone or something is rubbing circles of electrify on my body, and then Keen’s angry voice barks out “What?” I focus really hard making sure I can hear the answer, and West’s voice seething spits out an answer. “It’s annoying that even after 16 years you’re still trying to pull the same shit so she might give you an ounce of attention. You’re pathetic!” These brothers are an intense pair, and I’m very confused on how I got in the middle of their conflict. If I am Keen’s mate then why would his brother be fighting with him over me. That doesn’t even make sense so I must be

Obviously not interested in having this conversation. "JORDAN ALESSIA BLAIR!" she spelt out my full name and yeah, every kid knows what that means. I unwillingly brought myself to a complete halt with a sigh before I turned to face her again. "Mom come on... We are two adults bound to have misunderstandings." I pointed out. I mean...... Can't I get in fights with my Step bro in peace? "See? I told you so Honey. Siblings fight. It's normal" Fred chipped in from wherever it is he suddenly appeared from which was clearly not too far away for him to have heard anything of what I said.

(Fuck you) He wasn’t backing down. Not for Misa. Not for Damien’s demand. The gunfight seemed to intensify around them, their men exchanging fire while the sounds felt so deafening and in a more brutal way, but the focus, the real battle, was shifting to the two brothers, i guess this gang hated each other, facing each other across the bloody asphalt, their voices cutting through the chaos, their conflict escalating. “She’s nothing to you, Gerald!” Damien shouted, his voice strained but clear. “Just a means to an end! Release her!”

His patience frayed, voice edged with warning. I leaned closer, smiling sweetly. “It’s a win-win, Castellane. I get back at your brother, and you get to teach him a lesson.” For a long beat, he just stared, weighing me. I could see the conflict etched across his face — reason battling something darker, something he didn’t want to name. Finally, with a sigh, he muttered, “Fine. Just sit your ass down.” My lips curved. “Gladly.”

I was sure Lena did not need dragging into pack formalities nor family disputes, and talk of babies was the last thing she needed to be heating. “Look, H, we had come to speak to Dad, so if you don’t mind?” I pointed out to my brother, causing him to chuckle. “And? Anything that needs discussing with him can be spoken about with me, can it not? We are not meant to have secrets, are we Ez? We are brothers. And I am to be the next Alpha.” Hunter’s tone was almost challenging. I did not have the time nor the energy for this. “Fine. We need some help. H, you were aware of the situation with Lena’s sister, right? You had even said you would help. Well, as it so happens, she has found herself in s

My brother spat and I kept my gaze solidly trained forward, refusing to look at him even when I could feel his angry eyes burning holes on the side of my face. Was it possible that he had figured out Carla was pregnant? No…i couldn't bring myself to think about that now! I had Gotham Pack business to attend to. If an elder was dead, then the war with Fitz may have only been the beginning of shit hitting the bloody fan! “Whatever, just take me to the scene.” I deadpanned in a tone that brooked no argument and watched my brother’s full lips thin from the corner of my eyes. I was playing a dangerous game, one that would destroy the peace i cared about if I wasn't careful.

They're probably unaware and that's why they defend them, the moment they realise the brothers sins, am not sure what they'll do to them. "Listen, it is not my place to judge, however, the reason for this conflict goes much deeper than you think and only those two can help solve everything so tell me, where are the brothers? I need to have a word with them otherwise it will be too late." Only now did he listen, at first he paused and looked behind him, to the wolves who were nervous and worried, and then their homes. I cannot imagine these people's lives being ruined because of two cowards. "Why should we trust you?" He reluctantly asks.