Page 3 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

“Fuck,” he groaned, and my doubts vanished.

It was Dylan’s voice. Pain sliced my chest open, and for a moment, my vision blurred with unshed tears. Lara coiled within me, her canines bared, anger blossoming at this betrayal.

I reached for the doorknob and yanked the door open.

And what I saw shattered my entire world.

Dylan was completely naked, his long black hair falling slightly over his forehead. Sweat glistened on his skin as he mindlessly thrust into my best friend, Micah.

I must have made a sound, because suddenly both of them turned to me, expressions of shock on their faces. Then they quickly pulled away from each other.

My body felt cold.

So cold.

My eyes kept moving between Micah, who stared right back at me with no shame in her beautiful brown eyes; and Dylan, whose expression had shifted from shock to entitled annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” Dylan asked roughly, closing the distance between us in a few strides as he hastily tied a sheet around his waist.

This close, I could scent Micah’s arousal on him, and I almost gagged, pain and disgust warring within me.

I tipped my head back and met Dylan’s unrepentant gaze.

“How long have you…?” I tried to ask, but I couldn’t get all the words out.

How long had they been lying to me? Deceiving me? Making a fool of me behind my back?

Something fractured within me as Dylan glanced away from me, while behind him Micah ignored my presence and picked up her discarded clothes from the side of the bed.

So they’d been doing this for a while.

I squeezed my eyes shut, like that would make this reality disappear. How could I make sense of the fact that the two most important people in my life had been betraying me for Goddess knew how long, while I’d been completely oblivious?

I felt like a fool.

I opened my eyes, anger filtering through my pain.

“Our engagement is over,” I said, and Dylan’s eyes widened comically.

“Eleanor.” His voice was laced with shock. “Eleanor, you can’t do this.”

I didn’t bother responding to him. I simply turned away and headed toward the door, fighting Lara’s growing urge to rip both his and Micah’s heads off.

I was almost at the door when Dylan spoke, his words cutting and arrogant.

“Does Alpha Derek agree with what you just said?”

I slowly turned back to face Dylan, unable to believe my ears.

Surely he wouldn’t stoop so low as to use Father to force me to stay with him. Surely I hadn’t been such a bad judge of character that I’d failed to see this side of Dylan for years. But the cruel glint in Dylan’s eyes said otherwise.

My ears rang, my rage building.

“Is that a threat?” I asked.

Dylan smirked and moved closer, his hand grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Stop overreacting, Eleanor. This is nothing. We both know your father wants this alliance so badly that he’d host a damn orgy for me at our bonding ceremony if I wanted.”

I slapped him.

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