Page 52 of Claimed By My Fiancé's Brother

I looked away from Dylan quickly, my chest burning.

The villain here wasn’t Dylan or Alexander.

It was me.

I’d worsened the relationship between the two brothers. It was my fault we were in this mess.

“I shouldn’t have marked Micah that day.” Dylan’s soft voice drew me out of the labyrinth of my thoughts. “I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me. I shouldn’t have needed the hunt to realize I couldn’t live without you.”

Dylan’s apology made me feel sick, and more than a little guilty.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice coming out way softer than I meant it to.

Dylan took one step closer, then another, his eyes smoldering with heat as he reached out to cup my cheek, his hand a cool balm against my scalding hot skin.

“Choose me,” he whispered earnestly.

“I’m already mated to Alexander,” I reminded him.

Dylan shook his head. When his eyes met mine again, they glistened with unshed tears.

“I love you, Eleanor…more than he ever could.”

Goosebumps broke out across my skin.

Did he really mean?—

No. It didn’t matter. It was too late.

“We both made our choices, Dylan, and we didn’t choose each other,” I stated evenly, taking a step away from him.

Dylan’s face fell.

“Eleanor, please,” he begged.

I took another step back, my vision suddenly blurring.

“I can’t, I?—”

I was unable to finish my thought before a high-pitched whine tore its way through my mind, completely debilitating both Lara and me.

A piercing pain unlike anything I’d ever felt slammed into me. I clutched my head in my hands and fell to my knees, a scream trapped in my throat.

“Eleanor, what’s wrong?” Dylan’s voice shook with worry as he reached out to me.

His hand touched the back of my shoulder and my pain seemed to double, my vision going dark.

I struggled to take a full breath. My skin felt too tight, my pulse raced hard, and my entire existence narrowed to the burning sensations surging through me.

Dylan lifted me into his arms, and I couldn’t hold back my scream of pain.

Dylan cursed under his breath, his voice rising several octaves as he called out for help.

“Get me a physician!” he barked. “Get me a?—”

Whatever else he wanted to say was lost as a bone-chilling growl filled the hallway.

“Take your hands off her,” Alexander snarled.

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