Claimed By His Savage Brother Novels & Stories

He was truly sad, but now he couldn't even feel sad. "Brother, you have crossed the line. As the head of the Phoenix tribe, I sentence you to death! Release the people who are helpless and do not want to fight their own family. Maybe... I can give you a painless death!" said the Phoenix tribe chief in a serious tone, his expression as if he no longer considered his brother to exist.

I whispered in her ear. Samantha's words might have bothered some but they lit a fire under me to be a better Alpha. My brother was no a rogue. His father had been Alpha before mine, he should have been allowed to remain in our pack as long as he bowed to my father's will. If it was true he was born after his father's death there would have been no reason for him to fight my father. My mother failed him, my father failed him, but I would no fail him again.

He has lost and he knows it. The man takes off his hood, “Do you know who I am? Look at me, do you?” the man shouts at Maverick, he looks up and gasps, he does know him. He is Maverick’s uncle, his father’s brother who was banished from the pack, he wanted to be Alpha but he was the younger brother so it was not possible, so he tried to rape Maverick’s mother, his brother’s wife because he wanted her. When his brother found out, Oliver was banished from the pack and he became an omega, a rogue.

His black lip is curved over his powerful, sharp canines as he glares at my big brother. “It's past saving time, Matheson.” Cayro says as he rolls his tattooed shoulders, looking excited for the battle that's about to begin at any moment. “Look at the crazed look in his eyes. He's a full-fledged savage.” “You saw what he did in the last town.” Cristian says as he unbuckles his belt and takes off his jeans. “I know he's your brother, but he's already gone.” “Wait.” Matheson says as he raises a hand toward Cristian, stopping him from transforming. “You're right. He is my brother. Which means I have to give him a chance.”

"I'm sure you just have a lot to ask me but first is like to tell you Miguel the hybris you help captive is your brother, your biological brother" "I'm a twin Laura and his a vampire just because I'm and hybrid and he is doesn't mean we are I'd the same blood" "Things like this don't happen everyday. Do you recall having a younger brother lost in war once?" "I did have a younger brother but he dies not that he got lost besides that was way before mum found her mate, i was born to.some other man but he was nothing to be proud of he treated mum like trash and didn't care about us but then the war began and we decided to use it as our chance to escape however our youngest brother hit caught up

“He is older than me. He was raised by my father. He worshipped my father. He has qualities of my father and he is exact copy of my father.” I kept quiet, but the shock of what he was telling me was finally setting in. “He enjoys torturing people, Mia. He loved it when mom and I were harmed, when we were abused.” his voice had dropped a lot, like the memories were flashing before his very eyes, “before he can come to the age of being an alpha, he was banished from the pack. Since then he has been branded as a rogue.” “...but isn’t he your older brother?” I whispered, appalled by the revelation, “didn’t your father insist to make him the alpha?”

She glanced around nervously, on the brink of responding, when her brother interjected instead. "Princess Lora, that man abducted my sister and enslaved her," he interjected, his voice filled with righteous fury. "I was helpless, for he threatened her life if I dared to rescue her. But fortune smiled upon us with an escape, and we discovered he had murdered his own wife and child, driven by his insatiable thirst for the throne." As he disclosed this revelation, I yearned to inquire further, sensing the deceit in his words. I bore witness to the birth of my own son, but did he perish alongside me? The truth hangs in the balance, leaving me torn between conviction and doubt.

The hatred I saw in his eyes was too deep. “Our people have strayed from their path and way of life but I will fix this. I will make everything right and we will start with you sister. You should be happy because what a great gift it is to be sacrificed to the Gods. It will save you from all your sins sister. They should have killed you at birth. You upset the Gods and I will correct this. Don’t you see, I am saving your soul, sister?” He asked, rhetoric, as a warrior brought a large knife to him. My body shook even harder, not believing what was happening. I did not know if to scream or cry. My brother had gone crazy. He was insane! He had finally lost it.

“This isn’t a game.” For the first time that night, my smile thinned. I leaned in close, until my lips almost brushed his ear. “Everything is a game, brother. You just don’t know how to play it.” He shoved my arm back, hard enough that my drink sloshed. I didn’t flinch. My eyes stayed on him, calm and steady, which only seemed to enrage him more. He hissed between his teeth, “If you try to take her from me, I’ll bury you.”

Cassie looked at the cigarettes, at Dom's infuriatingly calm expression and then at the door she could throw him out of. Then she reached up and took one. Dom's smile was small and dangerous as he pulled out a lighter, crouching down to her level to light her cigarette first, then his own. The flame cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the scar above his left eyebrow that society gossip said came from a bar fight in Prague. They sat in silence for a moment, smoke curling between them. "My brother's an idiot," Dom finally said. Cassie laughed, bitter and broken. "Your brother just humiliated me in front of everyone who matters."