Protective Brothers Novels & Stories

We're here scouting out this college and our new packgrounds before we make the final move here. My brother is my best friend, and he's a no-nonsense dude. Travis has always been my protector. Travis is the eldest, so it makes sense. Plus, now that we are older and have bulked up, we are quite the threat. We are both powerful Alphas in our own right. We are brothers through and through. We are brothers and not just in blood. We love each other, and we would totally die for each other as well as without each other. We intend to build our pack and our financial empire together.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

“We will always be in alliance with one another.” “You call him uncle as if you’re not four years younger than him.” Ajax whispered mockingly to his brother. “Ajax’s ascendance is coming soon, right? I’ve heard bad things. And I do not wish to be affiliated with such heinous plans.” “Excuse me?” Ajax raised an eyebrow at the male. “Please accept our offer while we’re still being kind to you, Tristan.” Lord Aron told him. “You barge into the doorsteps of every Alpha in this country, kill them, and then seize their packs to grow your own. You best know that I am protecting mine.”

"We keep bodies between it and her. All of us, standing between it and her. As many as it takes." "Knox—" Daven's voice, sharp, a warning I didn't have time to heed. The creature lunged. It moved faster than anything of that size should have possibly moved, too fast to track even with my eyes braced and aimed and focused. And in that instant, all the years of instinct I’d developed protecting this family, protecting her, boiled down to a single decision made faster than thought can travel. I stepped into its path. For three years I’d maintained my fantasy of being the brother who sorted out trouble without making a fuss, who fixed issues with sawdust on his shirt sleeve and sweat on his brow

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

“Now I can't wait to kill him.” My eyes snapped to them. Their jaws were tight, hands fisted and I could see the murderous intent racing through their minds. I almost smiled. Even after three years of me being away, my brothers were still very overprotective. “No. You won't kill anyone.” Three pairs of eyes stared at me like I was high. “I beg your pardon? We will destroy him. He won't be seeing the light of tomorrow,” Marcus growled. “He's not worth having his disgusting blood on your hands brothers,” I countered .

Despite his tough personality, he's fiercely protective of me, which is his way of showing love and care. He has taken care of me several times in these two days. I have been in communication with the Wolf brothers, who frequently leave messages on my cell phone. Noah has also assigned some of their most skilled and lethal men to follow me and watch my back. My brother's arms wrapped in a firm hug while he promised me that he would be communicating with me again whenever he had the chance, he would move to heaven, sea, and land to always reach me when I needed him. ******************************************

“You ready?” “For what?” “For all of it. Sleepless nights. Tiny socks. The kind of love that makes you stupid.” I looked around. These men had held me up, called me out, pulled me back from the edge more times than I could count. And now they were here, not as soldiers or shadows—but as brothers. “I’m ready to protect them,” I said. “To give them a name that means something. To make sure they never have to choose between love and survival.”

"The press could be camped out there. Or worse, Liam could show up." "I can handle Liam," Cora said. "Maybe," Caleb replied. "But you should not have to. Not when you have three brothers who are more than happy to handle him for you." "I do not need you to fight my battles," Cora protested. "We are not fighting your battles," Ethan corrected. "We are accompanying our sister on an errand. There is a difference." Cora looked at the three of them. At their determined faces. At the protective stance they had all adopted without even realizing it.