Psychologically, sibling order leaves fingerprints. As a middle child with both an older and younger brother, I oscillated between roles—sometimes the follower, sometimes the leader. My older brother’s achievements set a bar, but my younger brother’s needs pulled me into a caretaker role. It made me adaptable, but also invisible at times. I became the family’s unofficial diplomat, smoothing over conflicts because I understood both perspectives. It’s exhausting but oddly rewarding—like being the glue that holds the dynamic together.
Growing up as the older brother, I always felt this unspoken pressure to be the 'role model.' My parents expected me to set an example, and my younger sibling naturally looked up to me—even when I didn’t have my own life figured out. It forced me to mature faster, especially in handling responsibilities. But there’s a flip side: sometimes, I resented being held to higher standards, while my brother seemed to get away with more.
On the other hand, being the firstborn gave me a sense of leadership early on. I learned to negotiate, mediate, and even play teacher when helping my sibling with homework. It shaped my confidence in guiding others, but it also made me hyper-aware of how my actions influenced him. Even now, I catch myself slipping into that protective 'big bro' mode, whether he needs it or not.
Being an only child who later gained a younger half-brother in my teens was surreal. Suddenly, I wasn’t just 'me' anymore; I had to share identity space. The age gap meant I felt more like a pseudo-parent than a sibling, which skewed our bond. It taught me patience but also made me realize how much childhood shapes sibling dynamics. Had we grown up together, maybe we’d have rivaled or bonded differently. Instead, it’s this hybrid of mentorship and awkward camaraderie.
I’m the youngest in my family, and honestly? It’s a mixed bag. My older sister was like a built-in mentor—she’d already navigated school, friendships, and parental expectations, so I could learn from her mistakes. But it also meant I sometimes felt overshadowed or labeled 'the baby,' even when I wanted to be taken seriously. There’s a weird freedom in being the youngest, though; less scrutiny, more room to carve my own path without constant comparison.
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Everyone in their circle knows that Phoebe is clingy and impossible to shake off.
"I bet she'll come crawling in a day."
Connor sneers. "A day? That's too long—half a day at most."
But the moment Phoebe signs the divorce papers, she decides never to look back. She throws herself into a new life. She revives her career, which she once abandoned, builds new connections, and meets new people.
As time goes on, Connor no longer sees even a trace of Phoebe at home.
He begins to panic. At an industry summit, he finally spots her, surrounded by admirers.
Desperate, he pushes forward. "Phoebe, haven't you had enough of this tantrum?"
But Gideon Blackwood suddenly steps in front of her, shoving Connor aside, his very demeanor chilling the air. "Don't touch my woman."
Connor has never loved Phoebe. But now that he does, it's already too late. There's no longer a place for him in her world.
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"We can't tell mom and dad," he whispered back into the darkness.
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"W-what?"
"I want you so bad it hurts," he whispered.
It was like my lips moved and spoke for me.
"Then take me."
His warm lips smashed onto mine, finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was, almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me.
I kissed him back with force and longing.
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Until...
She bumps into the stranger at the pool.
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An age long siblings rivalry, a cold boss, a selfish ex husband.
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He is dangerous. He is unforgiving. He is the mean ruthless heir that owns more than half of the family's empire.
But when it comes to Sara, he takes actions that leaves everyone scratching their heads.
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Author's Warning
The story is rated eighteen and features explicit scenes such as nudity, morally complex character, sex, curse words, vulgar words, violence, stalking, cyber bullying and obsession.
Readers discretion is advised.
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This book is a continuation of Alpha Kate. To avoid any spoilers and to understand the story, it is recommended that you read Alpha Kate first. However, this book has been created so you can enjoy as a stand-alone book.
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He slammed his hand against the car behind me as he caged me in. He looked down at me with a scowl on his face, his tall frame hovering over me.
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Alexis discovers her brother is her fated mate. The entire family is thrown into confusion, dark secrets about their parent's past and the truth about their parentage.
Alexandra must protect Alexis from the evil plans of their parents, who will stop at nothing to secure their power.
Will they succeed in bringing justice to their pack?
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