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She had been staring at them, trying to tell them apart, but they were identical down to their perfectly coordinated outfits. Molly smirked. “Let me try! I can recognize Howard anywhere!” She turned to the triplets, confidently pointing at one of them. “This is Howard!” The boy blinked before grinning. “Nope! I’m Arthur!” Molly’s jaw dropped. “Then… Howard is—?” Arthur pointed to his older brother. “That’s Howard! I’m the second oldest. Bruce is the youngest.” Molly clutched her chest. “I got it wrong… My heart! My own nephew just called me out for being blind…”

“That should give him a few days to digest everything. After I talk to him, I will let you know.” “As long as you are happy.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “You are happy, right?” My hesitation seemed to be noticed by him. “You are happy, right?” He asked. I have two brothers. One is Silas, who is the oldest and the next in line to inherit the title of Alpha King. My other brother, Carter, is also older than me, making me the youngest. Silas is roughly six years older than me, while Carter is two years older than me.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, being forgotten. Cassius, my oldest brother Xachariah’s best friend, will become the pack’s beta in a few years when he reaches the age of twenty-seven. He and my brother have been inseparable since birth, and as an only child, he has always treated me like a little sister.

"You've lost your mind." Ethan didn't even look up from the documents in front of him. "Good morning to you too." "Don't." Evan snapped. "Don't sit there pretending this is business." And then Ethan looked up. "It is business." "Bullshit." Evan replied and the brothers stared at each other. For years, Ethan had been the one cleaning up Evan's mistakes. For years, Evan had pushed boundaries knowing his brother would fix the consequences. Ethan closed the file in front of him. "Sit down."

I blurted. Braxton laughed again, the sound a soothing balm amid my growing frustration. "I know, right? Not exactly matching personalities." A conspiratorial grin spread across his face. "But trust me, the one you really don't want to mess with is Aaron—the eldest brother. He runs the show. You're lucky he let you go without an interrogation." Aaron. That name echoed in my mind like a bell ringing. My heart fluttered, and I felt an exhilarating rush of recognition and attraction wash over me. The chief—he who had seemed like a myth in the dark corners of my memory—was connected to this tangled web of brothers.