Oblivion Brother Martin Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says, calmer now, his voice almost careful. “He didn’t,” I whisper quickly. “I swear.” “Your sister, then?” he asks, his tone more questioning now. “No… it’s complicated—” “Alpha! There’s a possible breach on the south border!” a warrior shouts from a distance. Martin growls, tension snapping back into his body. “We’re finishing this later,” he says firmly, his eyes lingering on me one last time. Then he turns and runs toward the forest. Moments later, I hear the shift—bones, movement—then silence as he disappears into the trees.

Martin smiled as if he had heard some naive question, "It's because I'm concerned about how you're doing. I want to know what great feats you, my rebellious and capable grandson, will lead a group of lowly rogues after he has escaped my grasp." "You still despise rogues as much as ever," Tobias grunted. "You know, creatures like rogues should never have survived in this world. I never thought that my Arthur was stupid enough to fall in love with a rogue and even have two half-breeds you and Ellis with her. How could I allow this to happen to the Wilton Family that I built?" said Martin, contempt showing in his gray-blue eyes. The RV roared to life, continuing its journey towards Los Angeles.

I thought that he’d be mad we attacked him in the first place. "He went after your future Luna, and you three let him breathe?" He snarled Julian stepped forward this time. "We were trying to respect the Luna. He is her brother," Julian said smoothly, his voice leveled in a way, Lucas could never My father shook his head. "Evil is evil, No matter whose blood runs through their veins" He stepped closer to Julian, his lip curling in a fierce frown. "Your father was my blood but the moment he let the evil win, he had to go"

I thought I was smart, but apparently I wasn’t. My own brother built an empire behind my back while I drowned in grief and convinced myself I still ruled this city. So if Martin is working with Ryan, who else could he be working with behind me? The thought disturbed me deeply because the underworld respected power. And hidden alliances were dangerous, very dangerous. Why did I not know that Martin had such connection to the underworld. What else is he doing that I don’t know about?

Martin asked, looking at the two women who were trembling in sight of their dead brother's body. He scoffed and answered his own question. "He stole from me and committed suicide but it's not enough". Valerie was quivering, she couldn't take her eyes off her brother. He was alive yesterday, how did he end up like this? "I want my money back, can you give it to me?" His deep voice echoed in her ears again. Valerie's mouth opened but nothing could come out, just tears. Martin hated the tears on her face, it was enraging him more than he already is.

“You’re fucking your sister’s fiancé two days before the wedding.” The words land like punches to the ribs and I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Vincent finally speaks, voice rough. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Alex stares at him hard. “It looks exactly like what it is.” He takes one step back into the hall, then stops. Looks at me one last time. “I thought you were different,” he says quietly. Then he turns and walks away leaving the door open. Vincent reaches past me and pushes it shut as I slide down the wall until I hit the tile, knees to my chest, shirt still clutched. My body still hums and aches where he was... but at what cost?

“You mean this. I knew you would do the usual bribe so I had three more hospitals do the test in secret.” His face filled with pure horror. I stood up from my seat. “Now that it’s settled.” I turned to Martin. “Let’s welcome my brother Martin home.” Martin and I locked eyes. Damien sat perfectly in his spot watching both of us. The first elder announced, “Mr. Martin will officially be regarded as a Blaster.” Martin spoke for the first time, his voice raspy and rough like an Alpha. “You’ll do no such thing. I want nothing to do with the Blaster.”

Elara moved to his side, not touching him, just standing in solidarity before the devastating evidence of their legacy. Liam was back. But the man who woke up was already different, his mind first reaching for the battlefield they’d created. The path to atonement had just become infinitely more complex. The dangerous game was over, but they were now tasked with healing a player who only knew how to keep score.

I told myself none of this changed anything I needed to do or my reasons for doing it. Outside the house, the city had woken up just like any other morning. But something about me didn’t feel normal. Aaron and Dorian were siblings. Despite everything, I was still going to walk back into his house tomorrow.

He gives me that look like he is pleading with me to sort it out. “What are you going to do? Kill me?” Suri asks, looking into his eyes as Martin growls, his eyes flickering between colors. “You ruined my sister’s life. I should kill you!” he growls, as Xavier looks behind us. “Eyes on the road!” “Ruined her life? She slaughtered my mate. Not only that, but she also made him fuck his men to their death. I lost my fucking mate. she only lost a reputation,” Suri says, tears filling her eyes and voice breaking as I look at Martin shaking my head.