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Obviously not interested in having this conversation. "JORDAN ALESSIA BLAIR!" she spelt out my full name and yeah, every kid knows what that means. I unwillingly brought myself to a complete halt with a sigh before I turned to face her again. "Mom come on... We are two adults bound to have misunderstandings." I pointed out. I mean...... Can't I get in fights with my Step bro in peace? "See? I told you so Honey. Siblings fight. It's normal" Fred chipped in from wherever it is he suddenly appeared from which was clearly not too far away for him to have heard anything of what I said.

The quiet of the wilderness surrounded me, but my mind was anything but silent. I missed my brothers. I ached knowing they might be injured, captured, or worse— I shut my eyes, and without meaning to, I was pulled into a memory. We were younger then. Not yet kings. Not yet burdened by the weight of ruling. Just four brothers playing in the castle yard, our laughter filling the air. Rowan was the wildest among us—reckless, daring, and bold. He always pushed the limits, always challenged us. Damien was sharp-minded, calculating and observant, the one who always thought three steps ahead.

Brandon says out of nowhere, laughing at his own imagination “That’s insane” Cassie tells him, trying to hide the smile that had formed across her lips, she definitely liked that idea “Not really. Well, I do understand they’re your brothers...” “Step brothers” Cassie cuts in, correcting him “Yes, step brothers. But I’ve read books where things like these happen you know” Brandon continues “Things like what?” Cassie asks, now fully interested “You know, two brothers falling for the same girl” he tells her with a shrug

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

I said moving closer to her. She moved back and laughed again. "Best friend? Sister? Oh please!" she echoed. "Well, Best friends or sisters don’t lie to each other. Best friends or sisters don’t sneak around behind each other’s backs. And best friends or sisters don’t hurt each other, but guess what Lin?…" Anabel was already crying, she continued, "You did all that. So much for being a Sister and a best friend." She looked at me disgustedly. She then turned to Ethan wiping her face roughly.

The two brothers grappled playfully, their movements fueled by years of petty sibling rivalry and camaraderie. As they wrestled, Zian couldn't help but marvel at the strength and agility of his twin. Despite being identical in appearance, Zahir had always been the more physically dominant one, often leaving Zian at a disadvantage during their childhood fights. He was the dominant one, the protector, who always thinks it's his duty to protect his siblings. And they had let him take up that role, because he absolutely loved doing that. But today, Zian was determined to hold his own. With a burst of energy, he managed to flip Zahir onto his back, pinning him down with a triumphant grin.

Damn it, Zayla, was I really comparing him to them? Those brothers had ruined me. Their beauty wasn’t normal—it was feral, consuming, the kind of thing that carved into your bones and stayed. Next to them, I'm certain no man would stand a chance. Not even Archer with his mismatched eyes. He was gorgeous, yes, but he wasn’t them. And yet…my pulse still skipped. Goddamn. He turned around, catching me off guard. "I know I'm hot, hehe. Done checking me out? Can I sit now?"

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey lovely reader, I had such a wild time writing this chapter because every time Matteo or Damian steps onto the page, the atmosphere shifts. One is raw, merciless, and impossible to tame. The other is sharp, calculating, and always three steps ahead. And yet, they’re brothers two sides of the same coin, bound by blood but driven by their own hunger for power. Now I’m curious… between Matteo and Damian, which one has captured your attention the most? Do you find yourself drawn to Matteo’s brutal, untamed fire, or Damian’s icy control and clever schemes? I honestly can’t wait to see who you’re secretly rooting for.

The Beckham brothers were a force to be reckoned with, a formidable clan of seven siblings who ruled over the criminal underworld with an iron fist. Each one possessed their own unique strengths and talents, yet together, they formed an unstoppable force that struck fear into the hearts of all who dared to cross them.

“During the main classes we displayed our aptitude for different skills. My brother was good at written skills, so his grades were always the best. He read books all of the time and my parents always praised him for his great ideas. I, on the other hand, specialized in physical skills. Where my brother was good at reading, I was good at fighting. My parents didn’t appreciate this whatsoever. They always complained that my grades were too low and that I should focus more on studying and less on training. They didn’t see that the best leader is a strong fighter. My brother and I grew apart as my parents favored him over me. They would sing his praises to other alphas, constantly talking about