Mated to Her Alpha Brother

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 (edited)

CALLUM

“Those damn bastards were spotted again on our lands last night. Just when you think they’ve gotten smarter, they go ahead and prove you wrong,” growled Archer, his voice thick with frustration.

“And we’ve warned them countless times, but it seems they can’t keep their filthy paws off our f*****g lands,” Bernard added, his voice low but carrying enough menace.

“The only thing keeping me from ripping their heads off their f*****g necks is because of tonight. And they’re prancing around, knowing damn well we can’t do s**t about it,” Archer continued, running a hand through his hair in aggression.

“Calm yourself,” I spoke up, glancing down to meet his unsteady gaze. He was taller than the average werewolf, but I still had a couple more inches on him.

“This will not go unpunished, but nothing will happen tonight,” I said, my voice firm and final.

“Keep everyone in check. Absolutely nothing can go wrong today,” I instructed them both.

They were my head warriors—my right-hand men. I trusted them to execute the task to perfection.

“Oh, definitely. Today’s her day… Man, they grow up so fast. Feels like only yesterday when she finished grade school,” Archer sighed with the air of an experienced father unwilling to see his daughter grow up so quickly.

“You’re a year older than her. Stop talking nonsense,” I deadpanned, giving him an unamused look.

“Hehe, oh yeah,” he chuckled sheepishly, earning an eye roll from me and a sigh from Bernard.

“It’s about time for morning training. Have them ready in ten,” I said to Archer, whose demeanor immediately turned serious. Nodding to the command, he walked out, his stance rigid with an air of authority.

“Send word to the eastern border. Security is to be doubled—every wolf, male or female, maiden or old, must be checked thoroughly before being allowed in. Anyone displaying suspicious behavior should be immediately apprehended and reported,” I ordered Bernard.

“Sir!” He nodded respectfully before proceeding out of the office as well.

I sighed, standing up from the mahogany desk to face the full glass window overlooking the vast land of greens and towering trees. A sight that made my wolf eager to sink his paws into the grass and run with the wind caressing his fur.

But alas, I had much work to do.

No time for a run, no matter how much my wolf yearned for it.

He’d been restless for the past few days—today more so than usual—and, as a result, I was restless too. Not to mention, the damn thing had been all hot and bothered when he wasn’t even in rut. And subsequently, it made things unbearable.

Fortunately, one of my many gifts was forbearance.

This was nothing compared to the things I’d had to endure.

I admired the view for a few more seconds before turning back to my desk, continuing with the endless paperwork that had been piling up. It was unthinkable—why the head of warriors had to deal with this much paperwork was beyond me. I fought wars and defended borders; I didn’t sign and draft contracts.

Definitely wasn’t part of the job description.

But after a few minutes of reading and scribbling, I found myself unable to continue. My restlessness had reached its peak, and I decided to oversee morning training today—something usually left to Archer.

Oh, how he loved to toy with and beat down the disobedient ones who tried to challenge him due to his age, forcing them into submission. But I needed to let off some steam. I was too on edge to work properly, and I didn’t want to handle important documents that affected the pack in such a state.

Walking to the small adjoining bedroom hidden behind an inconspicuous door in my office, I shrugged off my button-down and slacks, changing into a gray sleeveless shirt and combat pants. After throwing on a jacket, I headed out.

My mind kept swimming with thoughts and images that had me pinching my forehead and cursing at my poor wolf—like it was his fault I was feeling this way.

Horny ass wolf.

I really needed to let off some steam.

“Huhhh, you can’t get up already? Damn, we just started! I knew you were s**t, but seriously, even my nine-year-old brother could beat you till your tail’s tucked between your legs!”

Archer’s cackling voice reached me before I even entered the large outdoor training facility.

He was crouched in front of a shifted, fallen wolf, its scruffled-up form lying belly-up, neck turned away—a posture of absolute submission. One of great embarrassment, especially for a warrior wolf.

But Archer had a way of breaking down even the most arrogant and egotistical wolves with his cunning fighting style and brute strength. It was no fluke he made it to the level he was today.

“Who’s up next? Which one of you suckers wants to go? You can come all at once—I don’t mind,” he smirked smugly at the group of about a hundred warriors, talking s**t to their faces.

Archer might be good, but against this many capable men? They’d tear him apart.

Yet his confidence and body language had them doubting their common sense. None spoke or dared to step forward.

“I’m up for it. Let’s go a round,” I grinned, watching as Archer froze, finally noticing my presence.

All confidence and bravado—gone.

“Aw, hell no, man—I mean, sir—I want to live! I haven’t tired of the world yet. Haven’t even met my mate! Spare me this one time,” he begged, unashamedly, to my utter bemusement.

“Come on, it’s a learning opportunity for the warriors,” I chuckled, shrugging off my jacket and exposing my arms to the morning sun.

“But—” he started again.

“It’s an order, Archer,” I cut him off, my voice deep and unconsciously laced with an Alpha command. Something that wouldn’t have ever happened on a normal, sane day.

“Yes, Alpha,” he replied immediately, his eyes going blank for a second before refocusing. He gave me a confused look.

“What’s going on?” he asked, scratching his head and looking around.

I sighed internally, at least grateful that the effects of an Alpha command made it so he wouldn’t remember his consciousness during the time he was under it.

“We’re sparring,” I said before abruptly lunging at him, my hands inches from his throat before he very quickly—and successfully—evaded my reach. He landed quite roughly as a result.

“Warn a brother, man,” he whined, smoothly flipping off the floor.

“Wouldn’t be my right hand if you couldn’t evade at least that,” I smirked, watching with satisfaction as patches of fur started appearing on his face—his wolf sensing danger and refusing to let him face me alone.

In a split second, he shifted into a large, brown, ferocious wolf, snarling as he eyed me, ready to brawl.

“Come at me, boy,” I laughed, finally giving in to my wolf’s urges.

It took a maximum of three seconds to change from a 6’6” man to a gigantic wolf—much bigger, much more dangerous than Archer’s.

An ominous growl rumbled from my throat as I snarled at his attempt to back out, his wolf finally remembering who exactly he was up against.

Not today, Archer.

I needed this.

With that last thought, I pounced.