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" Shut the fuck up, you are fine and you will take care of your brother as you wished." " Naah, I'm hearing my mom's voice, Malik." There's when Malik's voice cut off and I heard sniffing I fell to the ground and I smiled at my friends who ran to me to comfort them. I looked at my brother. I will not give anything less than your value And my soul is the best thing I can give for you, baby brother To be continued...

Ricky mused. I pulled out my phone and flipped through photos of the family, pausing at a picture of Nik throwing one of Mikael’s kids up in the air. I had taken the picture and I was proud of it. What can I say? It was a really good shot. “That’s Nik. He’s my older brother.” Relief flooded Ricky’s face. “Oh! That explains it! That Morpheus guy is your brother’s friend, right?” I couldn’t stop the burst of laughter which escaped from between my lips.

“Listen, Evelyn. I would not bring this up if I did not think it was going to be a good opportunity. It is just like you said. You still have two months left until you have to go to San Francisco, and in the time you are here, unless you agree to let me help you out, you will have to get a job and this is the best offer right now. “Besides, Cassian knows you and he would trust you to take care of his kid, so, that makes the process for getting the job easier than any other you could try for.” I sighed as I thought about the man. Cassian James. Cassian was my brother’s best friend. They had been best friends nearly all their lives, ever since they could talk. Everett grew up with him. While t

Logan asked, but I ignored him, gulping down the entire bottle of water in one go. I looked at him and shook my head. Logan is not only my best friend but also a brother and a family member that I no longer have. I lost my only brother to cancer a few years before my parents died in a plane crash, this is one memory I do not like revisiting, but at that time, I not only found Logan, but I also found a brother in a friend. "What is the matter, Gabe? Talk to me." He got up from his chair and approached the four-seater couch where I was seated.

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. I close my eyes and melt into it. Let it anchor me without dragging me under. Not now. Please. I can't handle crying anymore tonight. Gray steps into the room a second later and pulls me into a tight hug. I cling to him like I used to—like Dad dying and Mom wasting away in front of us were the worst things that could happen to me, and I needed my big brother to make the world okay again. "I'll see you soon, okay?" he murmurs into my hair.

I said, perhaps a little too fast. Zach chuckled. “She’s lying.” “Shut up, Zach.” “Hey, I’m just saying,” he teased. “If the guy you’re clearly into decides to ditch you for Miss I-Can-Do-A-Perfect-Pirouette, I’d be mad too.” Liv gasped dramatically. “You’re into him!” “I’m not!” I insisted, flustered. “He’s just—he’s confusing.” Liv gave me that knowing grin that only siblings seem to have — the one that said I know my brother better than you ever will.

he says, making me smile again. “Have I told you lately how glad I am that you’re my brother?” “You don’t have to tell me. I know how awesome I am,” he says, making me laugh out loud. He grins. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard you laugh like that. It’s good to see you back to yourself, brother,” he says. “It’s good to be back.” “Mates are good at healing us. So, how do you intend to find The Prick, The Bitch, and The Dead Wolf Walking?”

Friends with my brother. And the worst part? My wolf wasn’t mad. She was purring. I was so screwed.

“Wait… he’s Rick?” “Yeah,” Frederick laughed. “That’s him.” She stared at me like the floor had dropped out. I shrugged lightly. “She knows me as Denver. Full name’s Ricky Denver Chui.” Her lips parted in pure shock. “You two know each other?” Frederick asked, brow furrowing. Before she could answer, I jumped in. “Old connection. I’ve been friends with her brother since high school days back in Mom’s province. Mutual friends, that’s all.” “Ohhh,” he said, a tiny edge of possessiveness creeping in. “Didn’t know.”

So we hit the ground in an ungraceful heap. Why must I run into chaos all the time? “Oh my God…I’m so sorry…” I began, scrambling to push myself up. Then I looked up and froze. His blue eyes met mine. He looked so familiar, too familiar and that was when realization dawned on me. The man underneath me was Dylan Reed, the most popular musician in the country and my best friend's older brother. The boy I hadn’t seen in years. The man who now looked so much different from how I remembered him.