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my Beta Justin informs me. “Anyone worse than Alpha is too bad for moral and the pack,” my Gamma Joey says. “You want me to talk to him or kick his ass?” I ask. “Both,” they say in unison. Zane is Zander’s younger brother. Since their father’s death they have lived with Uncle Lucas. Zane is the most dangerous of the three brothers. That is why Uncle Lucas asked me to take him on. While I’m pretty sure Luke will be stronger than me when he gets his wolf, I’m the strongest and least merciful right now.

Ruth whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Who’s the strongest?" I asked, looking between the remaining guys, Felix and Miles. "Me," Felix said instantly. "One hundred percent, me." "No," Monty cut in, shaking his head. "You’re not stronger than my big brother." "Big brother?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. I looked back and forth between Monty and Miles, my jaw dropping. "You look nothing alike! I mean, the teeth, the hair, the..." Miles ran the tip of his tongue over the point of one of his sharp fangs, his expression unreadable.

"Shut your mouth—" "Make me. Oh wait, you can't. Because deep down, you know I'm right. You know you were never good enough. Not in bed, not in business, not in anything." I lean forward as much as the zip ties allow. "That's why you need daddy's help to destroy Rhys. Because you could never compete with him on your own. You're weak, Kevin. You've always been weak." He moves so fast I don't see it coming. His hand connects with my face, the slap echoing through the empty warehouse.

Jennings made his choice. Sean and I weren't biological brothers—for some reason, the orphanage director had just given us similar-sounding names. We grew up together, and I had once genuinely considered him a brother, thinking it was a bond of mutual dependence. However, he had pushed me off the rooftop out of jealousy. "Mr. Jennings, I will obey your every word!" After Sean said this, Mr. Jennings's eyes did indeed light up. I knew he was interested. He desperately wanted an obedient puppet, something I hadn't been in my past life.

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.”

I didn't though. Only because I didn’t have a pan with me. "I am not your brother, Alexander. Not after you betrayed your father and I." The angel next to me shot his 'brother' a cold glare. I still had no idea what their relationship was and how Alexander became a fallen angel in the first place but by the tension that rose around me, I could tell it was something serious.

Roman asked, his nostrils visibly flaring as his knuckles turned white. "And which part of I am not yours do you not understand? Danica is waiting for you at the mansion, with your child in her womb...why don't you fucking tuck the tail between your legs and go back to her?" I was feeling a thrumming pain in my temples, but I brushed it off, tired of Roman insisting that I was his when he cheated and cast me aside. "But I cannot allow my fucked up brother to have you!" The pitch of his voice rose as he breathed, directing a glare at Kaleb, who was tapping his foot on the floor.

I rolled my eyes at his words and Mom caught me, I wondered why people made a big deal about relationships and love. If he was talking about sex then I wasn't emotionally strong, my sweet Max (what I call my dildo) does the job for me every night. "I am sure you'll be a great influence on my son because I can't say the same about him as regards this topic," Nicholas said with a smile on his face. I smile and nod. "Hopefully," I just hope he's not a bully. "She will honey, they are now brother and sister." Mom said and squeezed his hands.

“But he didn’t run this time. Think about it. He saw you at the hospital, saw Devon… and instead of disappearing as the old Denver would’ve, he chased after you. He fought to get close. That’s not the move of a guy who still wants to play games.” Her words hit me like stones dropping into still water, rippling through every defense I had left. “Men like him…” she continued, softer now, “they’re late bloomers. They screw up in their twenties. But when something, or someone, finally hits them hard enough, they lock in. They don’t let go. And from everything you’ve told me? He’s locked in now. On you. In Devon. On the family he never knew he could have.” I stared at the floor, throat tight.

My life is ruined, it's getting worse. If you think that the world is unfair, think again. The challenges you encountered are just a stepping stone to making you stronger. Just like mythology... The prophecy of the Strongest Prince who will fall for unexpected destiny. I blinked. Strongest prince? As far as I remember, Cayden is said to be the strongest prince according to Gen. Well, it's Cayden again. Haist, I don't want to think about that person. So I just read the book again. His greatest downfall is falling to the eighth month. A Sardonyx rivaled with Kryptonite. His downfall will make the community in abundance. His downfall is destined by the Gods.