Polo G Brother Novels & Stories

We were in their territory and it's weird for them to hear a man calling me an Alpha. "My apologies, may I know if you want him here, sir?" he asked. I scowled and let out a deep sigh, looked like I had no choice after all, "let him in," I commanded and he obeyed immediately, then after a few minutes, my brother came in from the front of the door, thumbs in his pockets, wearing a long mischievous smile and staring at me as he closed the door behind him using his feet, kicking it from behind him.

Very much loving the single life, and the lack of complications it brought him. Hunter was every bit the ladies man, and he was not going to be looking for that one special lady to tie himself down with. Sure, if they wanted to tie him up, I had a feeling he would be down for that. But simply for a night, never anything more. That was just how my brother was. I could not see him being willing to change for anybody. In the years since he had come of age, there had been many women, she-wolves and humans that had enjoyed my brother's company, but not one had been enough to grip his attention for long enough to have him coming back for more.

Those unmistakable hazel green eyes piercing at me with dead pan expression. Those unmistakable hazel green eyes of… The man from the pool. “Yo.. You?” I stammer. “You?” the man grunts. “Wait, you two know each other?” Jason ask, frowning deeply. “Yes,” I snap, “What’s it to you?” His expression darkens, “That’s my brother.” “Y… Yo.. Your brother?” My world tilts, my heart skips multiple beats and I stagger back, almost collapsing to the floor.

The question hit me like a slap. “No—God, no,” I said quickly, turning to him. “You’ve been amazing. I just…” My voice trailed off. What was I supposed to say? I’ve been seeing my brother-in-law behind my sister’s back? Jake studied me, his soft blue eyes searching my face. Without a word, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. His thumb lingered along my jaw. Tears welled before I could stop them. “Hey,” he whispered, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

Calm down, Hailey, “So let's stop pretending, shall we?" "Brother or stepbrother, I don't see much of a difference," I managed to say, struggling to maintain eye contact with his intense, piercing grey eyes. Up close, he looked dangerously enticing—too dangerous for me, especially when my desires were already teetering on the edge. "Oh, but there's a world of difference," he chuckled, lifting his right hand to trace his index finger down my bare shoulder—bad day to wear a top with spaghetti straps. "I can do things to you that your real brother would never even dream of."

she said, casting a look at her brother, who squinted his eyes. “I'm always cool,” Vincent defended. “You look beautiful too, Morty. I've missed you,” Nica said. Morticia careful carried Bran, Vincent’s youngest son, and greeted little Evan, holding and taking them in further. “So you did it, huh?” Vincent sighed as he approached Klaus, who was chatting with Ava. “This is weird, but congratulations,” he grinned and hugged his best friend. “I missed you, brother,” Klaus said. Vincent lowered his voice. “And yet you didn't invite me for the fight you had not too long ago.”

“Pinky swear?” I laughed. “Seriously?” “It’s official. Can’t break a pinky swear.” “You’re silly.” “I’m your brother. It’s my job.” I hooked my pinky with his. “Okay. Pinky swear. We protect each other.” “Always.” We sat there as the pack woke up around us. Warriors came to train. People went to breakfast. Life went on. But everything was different now. I had a brother. A twin who understood me like nobody else could.

I looked over at Javier who still hasn't noticed anything then back at Gemma who as gone back in. Thank goodness. "It is not to much to ask and I am truly sorry if I never made you feel unloved as my brother." Ace is stalling him which is a good thing. The police will be here any minute from now. "I was selfish, I know but we can still fix things, fix our relationship, I love you and so does mum. Please brother, drop the gun and I'll help you." Ace said slowly and lowly. "Help? Help, why do all of you fucking say that? I don't need help. I am not crazy and that's what why your emotional approach won't work on me, Brother." The said that brother with so much spite.

"I knew it. The second you start dating, there's no room left in your heart for me, your own brother!" Phoebe was speechless. "Does that sentence have any cause-and-effect or logic in it at all?" "What's there to be logical about? I can't win an argument with you, so all I can do is throw a tantrum. I'm your brother—you have no choice but to put up with me. I don't care what you two do behind my back, but don't let me find out about it. Otherwise, I won't be able to even be civil around Gideon!"

“No, I won't do such creepy shit— I just know things.” “Anyways— I would call you the crazy one here,” he added, “For leaving your father's company in the hands of a man like Ezra while you stay home playing little house wives.” I took in a deep breath trying to digest what he had just said before blurting out my own opinion. “Ezra is–” “A liar,” he said, immediately cutting me off. “And a cheater, and you know it.” My jaw tightened as I stared back at him. “How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?”