Page 20 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

Alexander’s gaze lingered on the dagger embedded in the pillar before meeting Dylan’s gaze.

“I’m not interested.” Alexander’s voice was easy and calm…toocalm.

Dylan bared his canines at him.

“I wasn’t asking, brother.”

The tension in the hall was so thick that a knife could’ve sliced through it.

I glanced at Alpha Maximus, expecting him to intervene, but he simply watched with a curious look on his face.

What the hell was wrong with this family?

Alexander’s expression didn’t change at Dylan’s blatant disrespect. Instead, he turned his back on him and began to walk away.

Dylan’s expression twisted with rage. Faster than I could blink, his claws tore into Alexander’s back, drawing blood.

Alexander didn’t even flinch at the injury. He just turned to face his brother, his expression deadly calm.

“I accept your challenge.”

In seconds, I was swept up in the crowd of wolves hurrying to reach the dueling grounds a short distance from the Nightshade pack house.

By the time I reached the dueling grounds, the duel had already started.

The day I met Alexander, I was trying to escape meeting his brother, Dylan.

I was supposed to meet with Dylan, and if he found me appealing enough, our engagement would be finalized. Naturally, I’d fought against that, so Father sent me with an armed escort to the Nightshade Pack to “guard” me on my journey, but we all knew they were there to prevent my escape.

But I’d still tried to run, and that’s when I met Alexander.

Alexander, who claimed he’d thought I was an intruder. He’d held me underwater with just one hand, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t escape his strength. In that moment, I was certain I was going to die.

In the years since then, the memory had only grown more surreal in my mind, to the point where I thought my fear hadexaggerated his strength. But as I watched him and Dylan fight, I knew I hadn’t exaggerated anything.

Alexander didn’t bother with niceties like posing, circling, or even prowling toward Dylan; he simply moved. His movements were so quick and fluid that my blood ran cold. And every time he moved, regardless of Dylan’s swift counters, he landed a hit.

Dylan growled, moving into a partial shift so fast that his movements were a blur even to my supernatural vision. But Alexander remained one step ahead in his human form, blocking Dylan’s flurry of attacks without even breaking a sweat.

I’d heard stories of Alexander, the dark alpha of the Nightshade Pack, and how he was ruthless and undefeatable in battle, but I’d never taken them seriously.

After all, rumors were often blown out of proportion, and while he’d tried to drown me once, apart from his overpowering alpha aura, I’d never seen that side of him again.

The Alexander I’d known as Dylan’s fiancée was detached and distant in public, and in our few moments alone, sardonic and mocking.

But this strength Alexander possessed…even for a werewolf, it was unnatural.

And it begged one question: if Alexander was this strong, why had Alpha Maximus taken the alpha heir position from him and given it to Dylan?

“Intoxicating, isn’t it?” said a soft, cheery voice behind me. I turned to see Anastasia.

Her metallic gray eyes shifted from me to the ongoing duel.

“Watching two brothers fight, ready to kill each other for you.”

Her tone was as friendly as it had been earlier, but now I could almost taste the undercurrent of bitterness in her words.

I was supposed to find thisintoxicating? What was wrong with the people in this pack?

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