Page 29 of Alpha Brock

I’m so caught off guard by his question that I almost drop the coffee pot. I manage to set it down instead, my eyes flying wide. “Excuse me?”

Brock turns away, sipping his coffee and staring off across the room. “You heard me.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

He turns to face me again with an icy glare. “So that’snotmy brother’s scent on you?”

I let out an exasperated sigh, shaking my head. “He just passed out in my bed, nothing happened.” I’m more than a little annoyed at Brock’s accusation- though even if Ihadhooked up with his brother, what business would it be of his?! It’s not like he’s acted on this obvious attraction between us, despite my best efforts. I was giving him all the signals last night, and he just peaced out and went to sleep. And now he’s got the nerve to act like a jealous lover?

Brock grunts, stepping away from me to set his coffee cup in the sink. “I’ll be in my office,” he grumbles. He shuffles past me to head that way and though he purposely doesn’t make eye contact, his body brushes against mine and I know he has to feel it too- this combustive energy that’s crackling between the two of us.

He can run from it all he wants, but I don’t need to be an intuitive to know it’s only a matter of time before it explodes.

~

Brock

I wish I had time to let my wolf out to run before the squad’s morning training session. When Astrid came in and I smelled my brother all over her, I nearly tore through my clothes and shifted right there in the fucking kitchen. Now my wolf and I are both agitated as fuck and it’s taking everything in me to keep from losing my cool.

Turning down the hallway to head for my office, I spot Brent striding toward me from the other end, dressed in the same clothes he was wearing last night. Doing the walk of shame from Astrid’s room back to his own, no doubt.

Bile rises in my throat. “Did you have fun?” I snarl.

Brent chuckles, raising a hand and raking it through his disheveled hair. “Yeah man, I fuckin’ wish.”

I tuck my hands into fists, gritting my teeth. My wolf is dangerously close to the surface.

“Whoa, bro, what’s your deal?” Brent asks as he draws closer, no doubt noticing the telltale signs of my wolf’s presence in my eyes.

“You shouldn’t be trying to hook up with her,” I growl.

Brent narrows his eyes, studying me. “Why, you want her for yourself?”

Yes.

I frown. “No.”

My brother laughs again, throwing up his hands. “Well then you can’t blame a guy for trying! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the girl’s hot as hell…”

I take a deep breath, shoving my wolf back. Gritting my teeth. “Just leave her alone, Brent.”

His smile fades and he arches a brow. “Is that an order from myAlpha?”

The guy thinks he’s fucking cute, using my title against me. Ever since my dad stepped down a few months back and I became our pack’s new Alpha, it has been somewhat difficult for my brother to adjust to my new role as his superior in pack standing. Honestly, I feel like this has been a point of contention between us for our whole lives. We’re close in age and competitive as hell, and becoming Alpha is something Brent could never best me at, no matter how hard he tried. He can’t change the fact that he wasn’t born first.

I fold my arms over my chest, glaring at him sternly. “It’s a request. She’s our guest, so try to keep your dick to yourself. I don’t want any problems under my roof.”

Brent snorts. “Sure dude,that’swhat this is about,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

I narrow my own. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know.” He pushes past me, bumping me hard with his shoulder in the process.

I spin around, calling after him. “No, I don’t. Why don’t you fucking enlighten me, little brother?”

Brent stops in his tracks, wheeling back around. He takes a couple of steps in my direction, sticking out a finger and poking at my chest. “You claim you don’t want her, but it’s pretty fucking clear that you don’t want anybody else to have her, either. So why don’t you just grow some balls and fuck her if you want to? Get it out of your system? It has been three years since Anna, the scorned lover thing is getting pretty damn old. And it’s not like you haven’t fucked anyone since, so just do it and put us all out of our misery.”

I glare at Brent. If looks could kill, I’d be guilty of fratricide. “First of all, back the fuck up,” I growl, shoving at his chest. Harder than I intend to, because he stumbles back- but I take a step forward and get right in his face again. “And second, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, so why don’t you just shut the fuck up and stay out of my way?” I stand over him menacingly, daring him with my eyes to make a move. I’m not looking for a fight with Brent today, but I won’t back down from one, either.