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"Let them go. Take me instead." A heavy, oppressive silence smothered the square. The man released Martha, letting her crumple to the mud. Slowly, deliberately, he crossed the space between them until he loomed over Milicent, so close she could see the dirt and blood dried into the cracks of his armor. "You," he sneered. "The girl who killed my only brother." Milicent blinked — a jolt of confusion cutting through her fear. "I don't know your brother," she said steadily. "Who was he?"

CHAPTER 45 — THE BROTHER BORN OF BLOOD The world narrowed to the sound of crackling fire and the slow, deliberate footsteps behind Riven. His brother— The man had grieved. The man whose grave he had stood over. The man he had sworn never to become. Was standing alive in the burning warehouse, weapon lowered but confidence sharp enough to cut through bone. “Easy,” the man drawled. “Wouldn’t want to spill your little boyfriend’s blood more than necessary.”

Instead, she had thrown everything away for a love that never existed outside her own mind. Martin had glanced at her once, years ago, at a royal banquet. One look. One smile. It had been enough. Since that day, Lilith had watched from the shadows, feeding her obsession. She knew Martin's habits, his likes, his hates. She knew the exact shade of rage he wore when he was denied something he thought he deserved. And now he had been denied everything. Lilith had found his broken body after the battle, hidden beneath rubble and charred stone. His spine had been nearly severed. His wolf had retreated so deep inside that most would've mistaken him for dead.

I replied honestly. “Well, that’s expected. You see, I was your senior brother in the academy back then. Duke Ifrit and Madam Ifrit had given me the responsibility of taking care of you while you were in the academy.” “I just did not expect that only a year after I left the academy, you would become...” Martin paused, leaving his statement unfinished, but I already knew what he was implying. I was taken aback by Martin's revelation. His unexpected appearance and the revelation of our connection caught me off guard. I had no idea that he was related to me (Ethan), let alone that he was the infamous Sabre Demon of the Empire.

“I’ll avenge June! I’ll slaughter every last zombie! “Right now, the most important thing is to get me out of here, Eira.” Castiel’s words made me laugh bitterly. “You killed June. Her death was your fault, not anyone else’s. What makes you think I would help you?!” Castiel roared in rage, “Eira, she was just an outsider! I’m your real brother!” ‘An outsider?’ I thought. All these years, June had looked after me and cared for me. When the zombies attacked, she shielded me behind her. Meanwhile, my dear brother was out bathing with his mistress!

But the moment the door shut behind me, I bolted through the halls toward the hotel rooms upstairs. - I had just done something incredibly stupid. I'd handed my brother, Ryan Cobbett, that glass of drugged wine myself. His eyes were already red when he looked at me, asking if he really had to drink it. I was cruel enough to smile and say, "Of course. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it for you." He couldn't fight me when I was risking myself. He'd always been helpless against my stubbornness. So he took the glass and downed it in one go.

But as we retreated, the Lycan spoke in a deep, resonant voice that stopped us in our tracks. "Let go of her now," he commanded. The voice was familiar, and a wave of relief washed over me even before he stepped from the shadows. Xavier. Seeing him unharmed brought an overwhelming sense of relief. However, without any hesitation, Xavier charged at Martin. In a desperate move to protect me, Martin yanked me behind him and rushed to meet Xavier head-on, even before I could speak. I don't know what gave Martin the courage or the guts to think he could defeat a Lycan Alpha. The collision was thunderous. With a fierce swipe, Xavier sent Martin flying through the air like a rag doll. Martin's body

*** LILA I found myself lost in contemplation, gazing at the dusty journal, my fingers hovering above it, unsure if I should proceed to open a window into my brother Markus' soul or not. Markus, my brother, had undoubtedly caused harm not only to his intended victims but also to me. With a hesitant resolve, I opened the journal, my eyes closing momentarily in a silent prayer. The first page revealed his name intertwined with Olivia's, bound by a sketch of a paperclip symbolising their union, and beneath it, the words: 'Bound Together Forever,' were penned down.

She smirked and said, "Interesting topic. My brothers. Firstborn and next line King Leonard Martinez 33 since 1489 but not crowned yet cause his beloved still didn't show up. He is the most dangerous one among us if he gets angry or provoked. He is also so caring and protective when it's come to the family. I never saw him smile wide in all these centuries. He loves me most and always gives me whatever I asked for but never gave me freedom and Independence. Then my second brother Liam Martinez 31 so a sweet guy who knows what to talk at the right time and to person. He can get angry when someone lies to him. He hates that most. He is the one who helped me to achieve my dreams and gave me win

Luis was a Brazilian Starback shifter, and his little overseas empire was welcome to do what they wanted once the Barinovs were eliminated or neutralized. His only concern was that the hotheaded Starbacks might draw the attention of the Brotherhood if they weren't careful. He'd faced the Brotherhood before, many centuries ago. He'd witnessed them slay dragons in Europe with cunning traps and deadly weapons. Even though they'd possessed the talents and intelligence of cavemen, the Middle Ages had somehow given these human mortals an unfair advantage. But today the Brotherhood was limited in their ability to fight the preternatural unless it was absolutely necessary. They were more concerned w