Claimed By His Savage Brother Novels & Stories

“He stood by while Ivana tore Selene apart. He let her be humiliated. Again and again. He didn’t protect her. Not once when it mattered.” “I’m not denying that,” Sebastien said. “But he’s still our brother.” “He’s a grown Alpha,” I said flatly. “Not a child.” “No,” Sebastien agreed quietly. “But he is desperate.” I turned away, my jaw tight, my wolf restless. “He destroyed his own bond,” I muttered. “And now he wants me to step back so he can pretend it’s still intact?” “He’s not asking you to fix anything,” Sebastien said. “He’s asking you to step aside.”

I was practically begging him, and we both knew it. "This is insane," Larry whispered, finally wrenching his hands out of my grip. He took two steps back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're married to my sister, Rowan! Sasha. You stood at an altar in front of everyone and promised to be with her. What you’re saying right now... it’s wrong. It’s disgusting. She’s my sister!" A sharp, bitter pang of guilt shot through my chest, but I forced it down. I had to tell him. If I didn't tell him now, the elders would force their own plans on me, and I would lose him forever.

he declared, his voice chillingly composed. Confusion clouded my eyes, and I raised them to his, seeking clarity. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. He stared back at me, his gaze unwavering. "Your brother had abducted several she-wolves, intending to sell them into the slave market. When I confronted him with the evidence and demanded his surrender, your father's entire pack retaliated. It escalated into a violent conflict, a clash that ended in tragic consequences. Your father's pack was no match for ours, and in the midst of that chaos, lives were lost," he revealed, his words heavy with the weight of a bitter history.

“I got bored. I want a real mate now. I want Maya.” “So it’s just a game to you? I meant nothing?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep the torrent of tears from blinding me. He flared his nostrils in distaste. “I am the Alpha’s brother, the Gamma of the Crescent Moon pack. Why would I be with you? The unwanted, wolf-less girl? My father would disown me. The pack would banish me to the rogues!” Before he could finish, I acted instinctively. My hand connected with his cheek with a stinging smack.

"No. I've never been a monster. I show sheer kindness to my people, and of course, I try to keep our enemies away. But I've never played the monster role." "Then what happened?" "Well, I had a brother who tried to kill me just to take my throne. But he got killed instead." "What? You have a brother?" I thought he was an only child. How is it that he has a brother? Or had? "He wasn't my mother's child. My father slept with his mother, and she gave birth to him. So he's my half-brother. We were so nice to them, but who would have thought that the mother and son had ulterior motives? She wanted her son to be the king. They both wanted to steal what belonged to me."

I sighed and sat back down, “ perhaps it's not your brother. Maybe he is, but that doesn't change that he took Ava.” “I am not seeking mercy for him, Your majesty. I will kill him myself when the time comes. He's the reason my father died.” Garfield said with spite. Unexpectedly, he had a bad relationship with his brother. Hopefully, it will not turn out to be this Rogue leader. “Now, you will take us to this Lord. We must take back our people from him.” I stated The rogue shook his head vigorously, “No, no. We cannot do that, they will kill us if we bring enemies to the territory.” He protested.

Ava screamed as they slammed against the stones, fury echoing into the night. Kain was faster, more brutal—but the brother was calm, calculating, fighting with something deeper than rage. And Ava knew— One of them wouldn’t leave this place alive. She stepped forward. “Stop!” Neither of them heard her. Blood sprayed against the stones. Kain dropped to one knee, clutching his side. The brother raised his claws. “No!” Ava shouted. And something inside her snapped. The scream wasn’t human. Her body arched, breath catching, vision swimming in silver. Her hands clenched—and claws erupted from her skin. Her eyes burned.

And they swore that anyone who had ever seen his real face never lived to tell the tale. He was the bastard son who once served as his father’s hunting dog, until the day he ripped the old king’s head from his shoulders and claimed the throne. Not stopping there, he slaughtered all his siblings in cold blood to secure his crown. He was ruthless, and no one he ever marked for death had ever survived.

“I woke up from a nap and found it like that. There’s no scent.” “I noticed. Why didn’t you leave?” “I can’t leave, can I?” My dear, sweet brother, still loyal even with the threat of a death sentence hanging over his head. “Of course you can.” “No. I may be a loathsome son of a bitch, but I’m not a disloyal one.” “You plotted to murder my mate, Sebastian. What is that if not treachery?” My brother ruffled his hair and collapsed on his bunk, draping the small towel over his knees. “I am sorry. I was misguided.”

“I was talking to a friend of mine in the Wild Claw pack about you. Saying how I am in love with you, and you were different from everyone else.” “WHAT!” Savage cries out in devastation. “But why would that cause them to attack our pack? How could you cause them to attack and kill everyone?” “I didn’t know until after the attack that you were part of the prophecy and my friend made assumptions that led to our family, friends, and pack to being killed. I am so sorry.” I cry out, dropping to my knees on the floor. Savage's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief as she processed the weight of the revelation. She reached out a trembling hand to touch my shoulder, her expression a mix of anguish