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He wipes a tear with his finger and I roll my eyes. Drama king. "I know most of you think I hate my brother," he continues , "but I don't. Infact, my fight with him at my engagement party was because of her." I frown. Where is this headed? He stares into the camera, "Sara Jane is a manipulative liar and schemer and today I come out to free myself from her treacherous web and also pull the wool from my brother's eyes. Today," He pauses. "I come out to say that she," his eyes bores into the camera, peering at me like he was there with me in the room.

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

I said. There was dead silence after those words came out. Immediately after that, everyone burst into laughter. "Not me? Who is it then? You're so obsessed with me. Would you really agree to be someone else's mate? "Besides, there's only my brother in my family and me. My brother's been gravely ill ever since he was attacked by rogues. No one even knows how much longer he'll live. "More importantly, I heard his wolf was injured too. Apparently he can't even mark anyone anymore. Are you really choosing some loser who's even weaker than an Omega?"

I was feeling proud of how bold I sounded, until the back of my neck prickled, like I’d been targeted by some predator. Slowly, I turned my head and met a pair of chilling eyes. Leon? What was my brother doing here? He was sitting one row behind me, looking sharp in a tailored suit. His face was set in stone, eyes dark and cold. My heart lurched, and the fan sign I’d been holding slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp smack. He lifted his gaze slightly, his voice low. “Half an hour. Get home.” Though the concert wasn’t even over, I slipped out.

He looked smaller than usual, nervous. We slid into the seats opposite him. No one spoke for several seconds. Max broke first. “I’m not trying to ruin your life, Alex. But this… stepbrothers? It’s messed up. Your dad will lose it. Lisa will lose it. And if anyone else finds out—coworkers, friends, social media—it’ll blow up. I’m just saying… someone’s going to notice eventually.”

Callie fluttered her eyelashes. I almost threw up. Honestly, yes my brother is... Hot. His dark messy brown hair that was always tossed, and his grey and blue eyes that trapped you, completed his muscles and creamy tan... EW.I can't believe I just thought that way about my own brother. LORD KILL ME NOW!I shuck my head and smiled at my brother. My ugly (if only) brother. "So how's your day going Pre— Birthday boy?" I asked, stretching my arms a bit.

Maya Pov marked with fresh bruises. The young man from the stairs. His eyes met mine again, and this time I saw the truth in them. The resemblance wasn't coincidental. The connection I felt wasn't imaginary. "Maya," he whispered, his voice rough like he hadn't used it in days. "I'm Leo. I'm your brother." The world tilted sideways. Brother. I had a brother. How? When? Why had no one told me? He glanced down the hallway nervously, then opened the door wider. "You need to leave. Now. Before he finds you here. It's not safe—"

He took his time, letting me hang in the uncomfortable silence, not out of cruelty, but out of respect for the magnitude of the moment. “What I’m going to say?” Leo finally asked, his voice soft, almost a rhetorical question. He then pushed his chair back slightly and reached across the table, covering my hand with his. “Killian, you’re my brother,” he said firmly. “We’ve been dragging each other out of trouble since we were twelve. We’ve shared cheap beer, terrible dreams, and every bad decision since high school. You being happy, genuinely happy, with a guy is not a problem. It’s just… information.”

Mark Webber. Oh, Jesus, Lucas knew that name. “Webber?” he whispered. “Jimmy Webber…Jimmy Webber’s brother is named Mark.” Lucas had seen his name in newspaper articles. And now that he thought about it… “Jimmy Webber’s brother is a minister, or something. A…a priest?” There was no immediate answer. The priest sat still, frowning at the floor, and finally said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to burden you with that. It’s not something you need to worry about.”

There was a grey stone floating in the center of the table as it lit up dimly. "Since when did I taught you how to speak to your brother like that?" The voice that came from the grey stone halted. Minerva already guessed that on the other line was her Brother Lincoln–the younger brother of her Brother Kendrick. Her father already told her about him. Brother Lincoln was the total opposite of Brother Kendrick. If Brother Kendrick was strict and uptight, Brother Lincoln was happy-go-lucky and lazy. "If I once again heard that you called your brother such names, I'd make sure that you could not step foot right here in the Capital."