All Chapters of Claimed by my Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Damien POV:My body swayed from where I was sitting, the wine was sweet and the other priestesses danced around the sensual flames that caused beads of sweat to drip down my neck. I brought my cup to my lips again, my eyes fixed to the copper skinned dancer, her body looked like it belonged to the flames. "Damien," said Dahlia sitting down next to me, I turned regrettably to face my sister, peeling my eyes away from the temptress before me. "What's up?" I said, trying to act casual, "we need to return to our own pack." I noticed her fingers fidgeting slightly with her white dress. "Why?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on her. "It's the pack, it's in trouble. Dimitri," she took a deep breath and grabbed my cup before taking a deep drink, her cheeks and neck blushing. "I assume this is probably your first time drinking." She smiled sheepishly, "anyway, what were you saying?" I prompted, and she nodded, "Dimitri is going to destroy the pack." She sat my cup down, and I swallowed, my ey

Olivia POV: My eyes opened and I remembered everything. And more importantly, I realized everything, what the pain was, why my wolf died, everything. Silent tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling, my jaw clenched, refusing to allow myself to crash to the ground screaming and crying. This is it. Mated, unmated, wolf, vampire, murderer and alone. I stared at the white ceiling, trying to focus on the tiny lines engraved for design purposes. "You're awake," came a voice and I rolled away from him, brushing my face into the pillow to hide my tears, "what do you want?" I asked, refusing to look at him. "I just came to check in on you, your last three meals have been returned to the kitchen and you were given sanctuary and so I have to—" I cut him off, "leave Elouan," I said, and he went quiet, "I know you are still there." I didn't want to look at the third man that had entered my life and turned it upside down. "There's a dance tonight," he said, his voice so

Damien POV: For three days, I had received side eye glances from Dahlia and not a peep from Arla. It was the same routine every time we stopped to make camp. Dahlia would set up camp, I would check the perimeter and Arla would ward the perimeter. I have no idea if her praying worked, but we didn't encounter any threats to prove otherwise. For three days we took turns taking watch and Arla said nothing to me, maybe she decided that it would be better to not speak at all? I don't know, I never understand her anyway and to try and get into her head would just be a migraine. "It's my watch," she said, her voice cutting through my thoughts like a blade against a whet stone. I cleared my throat, trying to swallow the dryness before I had to speak. "Yeah, uhm—" I stood up and stretched my arms over my head as I pulled at the tightness in my back. "Just get some rest, tomorrow we arrive at your pack." A pang of guilt struck my gut and my mouth went dry, "yes, the pack. Are we going to talk