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“No! But he has kissed me. He’s a bit…intense…when he does.” “That would be that alpha energy.” She winked. I blushed again and opened one of my two trunks that has a false bottom. I pulled out the books for her to read and put the other four back in its place. “This is the story of five brothers. All successful and all are CEOs of their own company. I think you will like it. Especially the one about the brother with a law firm.” I said with a grin. “I can’t wait!” She said jumping as she dropped the books in her tote bag.

His fingers found the zipper and pulled slowly, so unhurried. The noise of the metal teeth clicked in the small room. It filled the space between us, and it was the only sound I heard besides my heart beating loudly in my ears. His knuckles brushed my spine as the zipper slid up. One inch. Two. Three. Every touch burned. Every brush of skin against skin sent electricity racing down my back, pooling low in my stomach. I held my breath. My stomach flipped. Twisted. My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to break out. This was wrong. This shouldn't feel like anything. He was Arthur's brother. He'd just told me I wasn't his type.

he muttered bitterly. “That bitch… she already seduced my brother?”

Tears stung the back of my lids. “Wrong time,” I whispered. Sasha, the brother I was closest to, always said it was the wrong time to cry. I was almost twenty-seven and had yet to learn when it was a good time to cry. My trembling fingers frantically jerked on the seat belt. “Please, please, please.” My voice was a soft whisper. If I could get my phone, my brothers would come to our rescue. They always came to the rescue. Where was Adrian? What if he was dead already? Who was out there?

A shared subtext only we could read, but her last few were precise, clinical, and neutral. Almost rehearsed, my fingers hovered over the secure line. I considered sending something, anything, just to hear her tone. But hesitation whispered. What if the change wasn’t in her tone… but in mine? What if they were right? I stood and crossed the room, tension riding every one of my muscles. My mother and Isabella were convinced that my alliance with Ariella would end in compromise. What neither of them said directly was what echoed loudest now. That maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. And the problem with perception, once it’s questioned, you start questioning everything. Here co

“ Have you done it?” He nodded. “Yes. I’ve run the tests.” My heart pounded. What would it be? Is Mom really Killan’s mother? Is he my brother? My chest tightened at the thought. No. That’s impossible. “So? What was the result?” He handed me a printed sheet. “Before you read it, I’ll summarize. It’s negative. Whoever you’re trying to match with the sample—99% negative.” A breath of relief slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

"Do you understand what you’re saying?" I nodded, my voice still shaking but resolute. "I understand perfectly. I’m fully aware of what I’m saying and ready to take responsibility for it." Aaron waved his hand, and the next moment, my brother, Bruce Bowden, was escorted into the room by the police. He had clearly been watching the livestream because the instant he stepped inside, he began to frantically defend himself. "Detective Ford, this is all wrong! My sister isn’t in her right mind. I’m her brother. How could I ever do something like that to her?"

One line of text: "You killed the wrong brother. The real Alpha King is still coming." My blood went cold

The sun felt too good for her to leave, hell, she didn’t have anything else to do. After an hour or so, she fell asleep reading her Kindle until the sound of laughter woke her up. She jerked up, rubbing her tired eyes and let them adjust to the setting sun. The bay doors were opened and she could hear voices from the inside. The towel she’d brought with her wasn’t anywhere to be seen, her brother must have jacked it. Sighing, she walked over toward the doors and thought she could slip through the kitchen and up the stairs without drawing their attention.

I said sharply, "I said your bag, is dripping water" he repeated then left, maybe I came out too sharply, I busted another chance with him, then I realized what he said, I pulled off my bag to check. It's truly dripping, I opened the bag to see a can of water in my bag, it's not covered tightly so it soaked my bag and books. My heart hurts, how can a brother treat his sister like this. What did I ever do to him.