The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna by RYN

Chapter 9

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The moment we left the Grand Assembly, my brother murmured something about seeing me later before leaving on his power bike.

1, on the other hand, had chosen to go home, cook dinner before retreating to my office. Once I got there, I turned on my computer and watched footage from the first day of training.

It was hard not to notice Ryn.

From her abnormal levels of strength and endurance, to the way she flicked her hair in pride, any warm blooded man could tell that Ryn was a special one.

I remembered the first time I saw her. She had been upset and her rage had been electric, changing the temperature in the

And when she turned? I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat and it hasn't done that in years. She had the air of a goddess with those silver eyes and silky black hair cascading down in waves.

I remembered touching her face and feeling faint sparks from it. Then for a brief moment, her scent had filled the air, making my wolf stir, before it vanished

People don't just feel sparks unless they are...I shook my head. It's impossible, Ryn is not my mate. Maybe I imagined it. I really hope it's my imagination because if it's real, then I feel sorry for her. I'll never give her the love she deserves.

I heard the door open downstairs and several feet pour in Checking the cameras, I saw my brother come in, with his arms slung around two women.

They wobbled like they were drunk but I knew better. Those girls might be tipsy but my brother could drink the whole bar and not even get drunk, unless...

I left my office and locked it. When I looked down from upstairs, I found that one of the girls, a blonde, had removed her top and was now dancing half naked, making her large boobs bounce while Miro sat with the other girl and watched. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache come on.

I hate this, but as much as I hated the scene, I went downstairs. By the time I got there, the other girl, a brunette, was kissing Miro while grabbing his boner.

Sounds of soft moans filled the air as I stood with my hands in my pockets watching the scene unfold. Just when the topless blonde went on her knees and was about to unbuckle my brother's belt, I cleared my throat,

All three of them looked at me.

Awesome.

looked from me to Miro "You're a

be joining us?" The blonde asked, biting her finger as she gave me a sultry look that made my skin crawl. "No, he won't." Miro scoffed, and rolled his eyes. "My brother's a

pathetic soft voice as she approached me. "A handsome guy like

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you don't want to do that." Miro warned. All amusement

"My name is Annie!"

The blonde bit back.

Don't touch him."

and pouted before stepping away. I released a silent breath, grateful she obeyed because I might have

as they both wobbled to the other staircase. When they got there, the blonde stopped and looked

have mistaken my blank stare for interest because she pulled down her mini skirt, slowly revealing her backside clad in red lingerie. Slowly, she took out her

if you change your mind." She winked and giggled again before trying her best to catwalk up

shook my head. Once the e girls were out of sight, I turned to my

down the bottle and wiped his mouth. I detected a whiff of something in the air-the scent of a herb.

trying to be an alcoholic,

me. "And who are you to tell me what

I tend to be a bastard when angry and my brother didn't need

feet, his face, now twisted in anger. "You're just like Dad, you know?! Standing there, looking self righteous

maintained my silence and that seemed

Miro jabbed a finger at me. "I'll do whatever I want!

the bottle and stormed

stopped at the foot of the staircase with his back to me. "Thank you for having my back today. I know how much of a

of silence

didn't do it for you," Miro replied and then he went up

make Miro do his bidding. 1 hate it but there is nothing I could do to stop it. Unless Miro forgives himself for what happened

so from now on, I'm paying extra attention to her. The idea of working