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He didn't even say thank you at all after Callista provided help. Callista did not want to create any trouble, so she headed for the exit. Before she left the room, she turned on the room light to brighten the room. She thought it was pitch black because Caspian was unable to turn on the lights. However, her heart stopped beating when she turned to the bed and found a werewolf lying there in pain. Callista's face paled, her body shaking violently. She even stopped breathing for a few moments. "W-who are you? Where's my brother?" Callista said in a trembling voice. She was really scared to death now.

His wolf howled in pain, but he didn’t let go. I sprinted to him, shoved my hand over the wound, and sent healing energy into it as fast as I could. …Too deep. My hands were shaking. His wound was way too deep! The torn muscle shuddered under my palm, trying to close, but the damage kept ripping wider every time he moved. I heard Kade laughing above us. “Look at them!” he shouted. “The mighty Riley Monroe! The Lycan Prince’s sister! So what your whore mother married the King? You still going to die in my hand! And all of your teammates! They die because of you!”

A monster, which, perhaps I have become. I was having a major deja vu that my mind couldn't think of anything else. This time, I took a sip of my whiskey, reminiscing that moment, reveling the pain when I heard the footsteps of a giant that sounded from the hallway. Just as I expected, my half ass of a brother crashed into my room with a loud bang and a thunderous growl directed straight at me. His furious eyes spotted me before he marched in my direction. "What the f*ck was that?!" he growled, stopping in front of my desk where I sat peacefully. I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair. I gulped down half the contents of my bottle of whisky before my genius brother sent it crashin

She cleaned her tears with the back of her hand, while adjusting herself too. I watch her go, dropping helplessly back on my bed. Why am I so hesitant to reject Damien? The idea of rejecting him makes it difficult for me to breathe and yet my Mom was right. We would never be right, he was my stepbrother, we were raised as close as siblings without blood relationship should be. Did I commit a crime so big that the moon goddess decided to punish me like this? I glanced at the door with blurry eyes as it opened and Damien stepped in.

I just hope she got home safe. As I entered our house, my eyes quickly darted at the man sitting on one of the dining chairs. His back was facing me but it was too familiar that my steps turned slow. Despite how drunk I was last night, I fucking know who I fucked and I confirmed it when the man turned to me and I met his mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. “You’re just in time, Beverly. I want you to meet Atlas Cameron, your stepbrother.” Mom dropped it like a bomb and I was like,

The butler followed them with the mop, humming something tuneless under his breath. Nobody else at the table cared. The brother leaned forward, chin resting on the back of his hand. His eyes pinned me like a butterfly under glass. “So,” he said, all polite interest, “how does it feel, not seeing the monster who owns you?” I smiled. Sweet. Soft. Poisoned at the tip. “I know he’s very handsome,” I said. “It’s always the large ones you’ve got to watch.” The brother chuckled. He was much shorter than the big guy. But the chuckle sounded nice and low. Approving. Like a man flipping a coin and liking the odds.

“It was for an entire country.” “And yet I took down your entire army single-handedly.” He growled at me. “Who are you? What kind of monster are you?” “The monster that you created, Brad!” I yelled in anger. “I used to have a home, a family, a mother and a father who loved me. I used to have a brother I thought was my better half but he turned out to be a monster.” Suddenly he got the hint of what I was saying as his eyes widened. “Yes Brad, we are both siblings. You were supposed to be my brother, my friend and the one who would watch my back. Instead you caused this scar on my face and it took a lot to survive.

"my brother here is known as the cruellest alpha to ever live. he killed covens of witches and vampires, even killing his own kind for as little as breathing when he didn't say they could. one of which I believe was our father." I remembered back to one of the books I had been reading about an alpha that did these things. I never in a million years thought that was Brax. I looked over at him, our eyes meeting. I could see the fear in his eyes as he stared back at me, realising that I was now seeing him for the monster that he is. His brother leaned forward towards me. "am, this was the type of thing that used to give him pleasure" he smiled at me, bringing the knife up and slamming it down i

He grabbed one strand of my hair and stared at it as if he was looking at pure gold or diamonds. "She is the true Seymour family heir." Alpha Kestrel's words made my dumb brother stomp forward. Blaze called out, frowning, "She is not. I am the head—" "It was NOT a question," Kestrel hissed before turning toward my brother and sending him the most spiteful glare l had ever seen. My brother whimpered, crushed by Kestrel's dark aura. There was no doubt that I had just become a monster's toy. Even if my wolf snarled angrily, motivating me to fight, I was too petrified to move a finger.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"