Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 15 Get out of my way

Ethan’s POV

Pack security dragged me out of the club like yesterday’s trash. Sophia scrambled after us, having caught the whole shitshow from the entrance.

Second time getting tossed tonight, but she’d kissed her dignity goodbye hours ago. She rushed over and hauled me to my feet, brushing grime off my leather jacket.

I lunged back toward the entrance. Felix had obviously trained his guys well—they locked arms and formed a human barricade between me and the door.

"Move!" I slammed against the wall of muscle. "Let me through!"

"Victoria! Victoria!" My voice shattered as I screamed her name. My wolf Liam clawed at my insides, howling like a wounded animal.

Sophia grabbed my sleeve and yanked hard. "It’s over! Can’t you see that?" Her voice turned razor-sharp. "That bitch has moved on. Maybe she never gave a shit about you in the first place. Maybe you were just her fucking meal ticket."

Her words slapped me like ice water to the face.

"Think about it," she pressed closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "You’ve got Sterling blood, even if they kept you as the family bastard. You’ve got status she could only dream of. She probably had you pegged from day one—saw dollar signs and a ticket to the big leagues. That’s why she played the perfect little girlfriend, always so sweet and agreeable."

My chest constricted as her poison sank in.

"But when your mom married into the main Sterling bloodline and you got engaged to someone else? Game fucking over. Her golden ticket got shredded. That’s when she showed her true colors!"

"Did you see her in there?" Sophia’s eyes lit up with sick satisfaction. "Throwing herself at that bastard? The second she realized you weren’t her path to easy street, she went hunting for the next rich asshole to sink her claws into!"

The image of Victoria writhing under another man—especially Damian—made acid burn up my throat. Our mate bond might be fractured and bleeding, but my wolf still recognized her scent, still craved her touch.

"She’s not worth the heartache," Sophia hissed in my ear like a snake. "Women like her are fucking parasites. She’ll get what’s coming to her—men like Damian chew up girls and spit them out like gum. When he’s done playing with his new toy, she’ll realize what she threw away. She’ll come crawling back on her hands and knees, begging you to take her back."

Each word landed like a sucker punch.

The brutal truth? I’d loved Victoria with every fiber of my being. I’d even sworn to dump Scarlett for her. Victoria knew exactly what she was signing up for—knew I was Sterling bastard blood, knew I’d eventually have to crawl back to the main pack. Maybe that calculating mind had been working the angles from minute one.

But watching Victoria melt into another man’s arms—especially Damian’s—felt like broken glass grinding in my ribcage. She’d been mine for five long years. Mine.

Damian had a reputation that made seasoned Alphas break out in cold sweats.

Ruthless. Cold as a winter grave.

He collected women like hunting trophies and tossed them aside just as easily.

Victoria would learn the hard way that no one would ever worship the ground she walked on the way I had.

When reality came crashing down like a house of cards, maybe she’d remember what real devotion looked like.

Victoria’s POV:

The door slammed shut downstairs. Ethan’s footsteps faded away. Strength leaked out of me like I’d been punctured.

Nora whimpered restlessly in my chest, her energy spiraling into chaos. *Too much,* she seemed to whisper. Everything was moving at warp speed.

Maybe it’s because the alcohol wears off.

My sanity returned a little.

I realized how crazy everything had been.

Just minutes ago, with Ethan still in the room, Damian had actually... God, I shivered just thinking about it. Nothing but a blanket covering us, with all those eyes watching. In that moment, I’d only felt pure electricity and hunger, never once pushing him away. Completely insane.

Especially when he held me while booting Ethan across the room—that violent motion had sent shockwaves straight through me.

I didn’t want to fall apart in front of an audience, so I’d bitten back every moan, every tremor, while my body exploded right then and there. I’d shaken silently in his arms. Not sure if anyone caught on. That rush left me both mortified and craving more.

Now, without Damian’s steel bands wrapped around my waist, I would’ve hit the floor ages ago. My legs had turned to liquid, totally useless, and every tiny shift where we were still connected made my nerve endings scream.

He seemed to read my weakness, rolling his hips slightly, his hardness still buried deep inside me. "What’s wrong, little wolf?" His voice was pure gravel, torching what was left of my sanity. "Tapping out already?"

I pushed weakly against his solid chest, feeling the undeniable ridges beneath his shirt. "...I should go..." My voice came out raw with need.

"Go? You still give a damn about that loser’s feelings." Damian’s laugh cut like ice, suddenly lifting me so my back hit the wall, his hardness driving even deeper. "Or do you think I’m just gonna let you walk out of here?"

"Damian, I’ve already—"

"You’ve already what? Had enough?" He thrust hard, ripping a gasp from my throat. "I’m nowhere near done with you, Victoria."

My legs wrapped around his waist without permission, and as he started claiming me all over again, I spiraled into oblivion. Each thrust hit exactly where I needed it most, intense pleasure building like a tsunami inside me.

"Your scent," he whispered against my ear, teeth grazing my earlobe, "you have no clue what it does to me. I can’t mark you, so I’ll make damn sure every inch of you remembers my touch."

My nails carved into his shoulders, and as his rhythm picked up, I got lost in the sensory hurricane again.

"Tell me who’s fucking you," he commanded, his voice dropping to pure dominance. "Say it."

"You..." I whimpered under another wave of pleasure.

"Who am I?" He practically roared, his movements turning savage.

"Damian!" I screamed as the final tsunami swept through my entire body.

He growled with satisfaction, crushing me against him as he thrust deep several more times, hitting his own breaking point and spilling inside me.

I thought we were done. Wrong. This was just round one.

The entire night that followed, Damian took me over and over like a man possessed. The lounge sofa, the bed, the shower, even pressed against the window—we christened every surface. He was absolutely feral.

......

I woke up the next morning still wrapped in his arms.

This time, Damian hadn’t bailed. Instead, he held me locked against him like I might evaporate.

My brain kept replaying yesterday’s chaos. A migraine hammered behind my eyes. It was all too crazy. I must’ve been totally wasted yesterday.

Watching his closed eyes, I tried to quietly get dressed and slip out.

Damian’s eyes snapped open right then. Crystal clear—no trace of sleep. He’d been awake for who knows how long.

His voice carried that lazy drawl: "Planning your great escape?"

Nora stirred restlessly in my chest at the sound.

"I was hammered last night," I said firmly, ignoring Nora’s protesting whine. "Whatever went down between us stays between us. Don’t go running your mouth, Damian."

"That depends on how you plan to keep me quiet." His lips curved into that cocky smirk that somehow made my pulse spike.

I grabbed my purse from the nightstand, yanked out a card and flicked it at his face. "Will this shut you up?"

Damian’s eyes narrowed, looking genuinely pissed. "You think I need your cash?"

I must’ve been the first person to chuck a credit card at his face.

"You’re the one shaking me down for payment."

"The payment I want isn’t green," he said, his voice dropping to that tone that made my skin tingle. "You were incredible, but next time you could be more... aggressive. And when you’re pissed, you really need to stop running to random guys. Next time you might not luck out and find me there to bail you out."

He paused, then added with a predatory gleam, "But if you get those urges again, I don’t mind you coming to me. After all, my skills and endurance come with a guarantee."

Heat flooded my cheeks. I had to admit, he was ridiculously talented.

A crucial thought suddenly hit me like lightning. Those guys who dragged Ethan away yesterday looked familiar... I wracked my brain, finally connecting the dots.

"Those fake cops yesterday... they were your crew, weren’t they?"

"You knew I was at the club the whole time. You set up that entire con specifically targeting me," I accused. "You even had fake badges to fool me. What exactly did I do to get on your bad side?"

Rage flooded through me. I’d actually bought their act. I was terrified they’d call Grandpa Lancaster, worried about letting him down. And it was all Damian’s elaborate setup!

To think I’d actually felt grateful for his rescue. I’d stupidly thought he might be decent.

Damian reached out and flicked my forehead with his finger. "I was helping you get your shit together. Better to learn this lesson now than actually get busted later. Consider it preventive education."

I stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

Only Damian could lie through his teeth and make it sound totally reasonable. Even worse was my wolf’s reaction—like he was the center of our entire universe.

Sure, sleeping with him had been mind-blowing, but when reality crashed back, he was still a manipulative bastard.

Nora was convinced he was our mate, but my logical brain refused to accept it. Dear Moon Goddess, how could you be so cruel as to stick me with such an infuriating man?