Novel & Cerita Craving The Wrong Brother

Even his silence, which once felt charged and heavy, was just… absent now. And it shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have mattered to me. I told myself that every night. But it did. I caught myself listening for his footsteps when I climbed the stairs. I found myself searching the halls when classes let out, my chest tightening when I didn’t see him leaning against a wall like he used to. I didn’t ask Liam where his brother was. I couldn’t. Because what right did I have? Still, the ache was there, sharp and strange, like a bruise I didn’t remember earning.

But I've made a lot of silly risky moves to know, most things don’t go as planned. “I’ve been wanting to taste these since I saw them tonight.” Andres growls out, his voice deeper as he grips the ends of my shirt, trying to pull it over my head. I make the job easier for him and lift my hands. He makes a pleased sound that has my nether regions turning to mush. “They’re yours now,” he hums in agreement and unhooks my bra in one swift move, letting my breasts fall free of the constraint. I sigh, feeling free finally.

When he finally agreed to drive me back to my parents' house, he was so wasted he couldn't even find his own car keys. That was when he had appeared. The eldest brother. The Alpha who had left the pack at eighteen to build a terrifying corporate empire in the human world before returning to claim his dominant status. Sterling Whitaker. No... not Sterling. Sterling was the boy who almost killed us. Sterling Whitaker was the brother who watched. Wait—no. Sterling Whitak— I shook my head violently, the cold wind biting my cheeks. Sterling was the boy. His brother was the monster.

I said through gritted teeth, “... You made me think that you were interested in me, you fed me with crumbs leading to the altar so that I could cover up for your little affair, that's very different from being a supportive best friend.” He backpedaled but only slightly, “Okay I'll be honest, I knew you had a crush on me…and I knew you might not be thrilled about Lucia…” he stretched his hand over the table as a famous trying to hold mine but I had them crossed over my chest with no intention of moving them anytime soon. “But you have to understand…” he still tried to protest, “I never meant to hurt you,”

Seraphina I’m not supposed to want him. The man I’m staring at pouring scotch into a crystal at noon in the kitchen should be off limits. A line I shouldn’t cross, but here I am, leaning against the doorframe, already wet for him. He’s my brother-in-law. My sister’s husband. The man who sits at her bedside while she fights through another round of chemo. Who holds her when she cries. Who whispers promises neither of them believes anymore.

~~Indigo~~ It had been three days since that morning. Three days since I found out what it meant to both hate myself and crave the same person all over again. Just a while ago, I craved Braxton and now, I felt like I was craving the wrong brother but still, a part of me ached for the one who I couldn't have. The truth? I felt alive and dead at the same time. Alive because sex with Slade was— Oh God—it was something else. But dead because every time I saw Braxton, the guilt from that morning weighed heavily on me like a boulder, soul crushing and painful.

Tucking my hands into my pockets. My brother had never given any of his previous partners a nickname. That was more my style than his. I wondered if he realized how he felt about her yet? I’d seen the hunger in his eyes, smelled his arousal for her in the air. His shoulders going tense beneath his tailored suit jacket. He was the one of us that never lost his cool demeanor. Until Cass, around her, that facade seemed to go out the window. My brother was smitten. I knew she didn’t realize it yet. She was human. She wouldn’t know how quickly these things worked for us. Once we found our mate, it was over. They were the ones that we would crave with every fiber of our being.

He didn’t even look at me at first — just took a slow sip of water from the glass beside him before placing it down. “You’ve gotten worse,” he said finally, his tone casual. I clenched my jaw. “You’ve gotten bolder.” He laughed softly. “I don’t need to be bold to deal with you, brother.” That word. Brother. It sliced through me like a blade. “We are not brothers,” I said icily. “You’re just a mistake our father made.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Still bitter, huh?” he murmured. “You got everything, Dante. The title, the power, the respect. What more do you want?”

-You don't look anything like him. -Is that a compliment? -Take it as you wish. - Her sister-in-law said, wanting to take Brahim's temper. He was a savage when he felt challenged. He plunged his ring finger inside her, filling her with pleasure. Hearing his sister-in-law's gasps, knowing that he was the cause, inflamed him. Brahim's lust was always to taste the forbidden fruit. And nothing was more forbidden than his brother's wife. Bethany let out a scream as she reached ecstasy. With his free hand Brahim grabbed her hair and threw her head back, without any care.

Standing in front of me was a gentleman—someone who never bullied me, someone who genuinely fell in love with me regardless of my speech difficulties. Tyler made me comfortable, supported me, and he was loud about it. And then Lucas…my stepbrother. He was the opposite of everything I wanted in a relationship, and still I found myself comparing them both. I felt myself justifying and excusing Lucas's previous actions. What was worse was that I think I liked Lucas more than I showed. Tyler reached for my hands, rubbing slowly. “Is there something you're not telling me?” There it was—his insecurity. And I hated how it was starting to get on my nerves.