My Brother 78

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Chapter 78: Desperate Claims and Deadly Confrontations

(Scarlett’s POV)

Claire was pacing again. Her steps were small but restless, and the soft scratching of her shoes on the tiled floor was getting on my nerves. She clutched a notebook to her chest like it was a shield, her teeth worrying at her lip as she glanced nervously at the door. I set my pen down with a deliberate motion to get her

attention.

“Claire,” I said, keeping my tone sharp, “if you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, stop pacing.”

She froze mid–step, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I–uh… Scarlett, it’s about Alexander” Her voice

wavered, uncertain.

I arched an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair. “What about him?”

Claire hesitated, clearly struggling with her words. Finally, she blurted it out, her eyes wide with concern. “He looked… awful earlier. I mean, his face–those bruises. Was that… you?”

For a moment, I just stared at her. Then, a short, dry laugh escaped my lips. “Do you think I have time to go around punching people in the face, Claire?”

Her face turned crimson as she fumbled for a response. “No, no, I mean, it’s just… with how things have been lately, and-”

“Relax,” I interrupted, folding my arms. “It wasn’t me. Roman or Hunter could answer that question better. They aren’t exactly his biggest fans right now.”

Claire’s mouth fell open, her eyes widening even further. “Roman or… Hunter?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why would they-?”

“Because Alexander has a special talent,” I said dryly. “He pushes people too far until someone snaps. A word of advice? Don’t waste your sympathy on him.”

Her expression shifted to nervous confusion. She gnawed on the tip of her pen, clearly unsure how to respond.

“Focus on your actual work, Claire,” I added, dismissing her concern with a wave of my hand. “Alexander’s current state is nobody’s fault but his own.”

Claire nodded quickly, clutching her notebook tighter as she hurried out of the office.

My phone buzzed loudly on the desk, drawing my attention from the documents I was reviewing. Hunter’s name flashed on the screen. I swiped to answer, lifting it to my ear.

“Everything’s been moved,” Hunter said thout preamble, his tone steady and professional. “Your belongings are fully secured at the seaside mansion. The scouts report no disturbances.”

“Good,” I replied, leaning back. “Ensure the patrols remain tight. I want no surprises, especially during the

transition.”

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“Understood,” he said firmly. But before the call could end, a loud crash echoed across the room.

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My gaze snapped toward the door just as it slammed open. There was no mistaking who it was.

Alexander barged in like a storm, his chest heaving and his eyes blazing with fury. Blood stained the collar of his wrinkled shirt, and his hair was a wild, unkempt mess. He looked nothing short of desperate–and absolutely furious.

Hunter’s voice shot through the phone, sharp and immediate. “Alexander’s there again? Do you need me to-”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly, cutting him off and ending the call. I placed the phone on the desk, my focus entirely

on the man storming toward me.

“Scarlett!” Alexander bellowed. “This ends now!”

I stared at him coldly, unamused by his theatrics. “Does it? Because it doesn’t look like you’re in any position to end anything, Alexander.”

He slammed his hands on my desk, leaning forward until his face was dangerously close to mine. “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”

“You’re right,” I said flatly. “I don’t understand why you’re still in my office.”

“Enough of the games!” he snarled. His voice cracked under the weight of his desperation, and there was something wild in his eyes–a man at the edge of reason. “You don’t get to walk away from this,” he said, his

voice trembling.

I folded my arms across my chest, unimpressed. “Walk away from what exactly? Your inability to manage your pack’s mess? Or is there something else you’re blaming me for now?”

His fists curled on the desk, shaking with barely contained emotion. Then, in a move so sudden it caught me off guard, he reached out and grabbed my wrist. His fingers trembled as they wrapped around it, his grip firm yet unsteady.

“You must accept my mark!” he demanded, his voice raw with urgency. “It is the only way-” He paused, his breathing ragged. “The only way to save the two packs! To save everything!”

The words hit me like a slap, not because they held any weight but because of the sheer audacity of them. For a moment, I could only stare at him, stunned at his utter lack of sanity.

Then, rage bubbled to the surface, sharp and cold. I yanked my wrist free from his grasp, stepping back as I glared at him. “Have you completely lost your mind?” I hissed, my words cutting through the tense silence.

“Scarlett, listen to me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly. “This isn’t just about me or you, it’s about the packs–the Northern and Amber Packs! Together, we-”

“Together?” I interrupted sharply, taking another step back. “There is no together, Alexander! Not now, not

ever!”

His face twisted in frustration as he reached for me again, but I sidestepped him quickly.

“Don’t touch me,” I warned, my tone de y. “You don’t get to walk in here, spew ridiculous claims, and think I’ll even entertain them.”

He froze, his face pale and his hands,trembling. “If you just accept it,” he said desperately, “I could make you my Luna–my true Luna. You could rule the Northern territories by my side!“.

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I narrowed my eyes, incredulous. Then, I laughed–a short, bitter sound that echoed throughout the office. “Your Luna?” I repeated mockingly, shaking my head. “Alexander, what part of ‘no‘ isn’t sinking in? You’ve truly

lost it.”

His face contorted in anguish, but before he could say anything more, a new voice shattered the tension like

a blade slicing through ice.

“You want to give her your mark?”

The words were spoken softly, dangerously. Each syllable carried a quiet menace that sent shivers through

the air.

We both turned toward the door.

Roman stood there, his tall, commanding frame filling the space easily. His ice–blue eyes locked onto Alexander with a sharp intensity that could freeze fire.

Alexander froze, his jaw clenching tightly. He recognized Roman immediately. No one could forget the force

that had left him with a broken arm.

Roman stepped into the room, his movement slow and purposeful. The air seemed to grow heavier with every step he took. He shrugged off his black coat and draped it over my shoulders with deliberate care. His words to me were quiet but firm. “Put this on.”

I wrapped the coat around myself, its weight and warmth grounding. “Thank you,” I murmured, stepping back slightly to let him take control of the situation.

Roman turned his full attention to Alexander then, his icy gaze sharp enough to cut steel. “You want to mark her?” he repeated, his tone laced with cruel mockery. “Do you even know who she is?”

Alexander stiffened, his pride flaring up even in the face of Roman’s overwhelming presence. “I know enough,” he said, though his voice wavered slightly.

Roman took a step closer, his movements calm but filled with deadly intent. “Do you?” he pressed. “Because ! see a man grasping at straws. man desperate enough to make reckless threats in my presence.”

Alexander bristled, his amber eyes narrowing. But instead of backing down, he doubled down, his voice rising with defiance. “You think you’re the only one who can protect her?” he snapped, anger cracking through his words. “I can make her the Moon Goddess of the Northern territories! What do you offer her besides secret protection and shadows?”