Chapter 23:

ZEKE.

I don’t want to talk to my brother right now. Our relationship together is great, but sometimes, he annoys me and I want to punch the living hell out of him.

We go into the garden little house and sit, he’s not even carrying a bottle of whiskey. I sigh and rap my knuckles together, my body aching for alcohol.

“I really have to go.” I say, stressing each word. He stares at me with an amused brow, something shifting in his mood, I can feel that he is angry, hell I feel it every time.

“She is your mate.” He says dryly, is that a question or a statement?

“Yes.” There’s something cold in his tone, but I don’t shift further. Honestly, I don’t have time to have this kind of conversation with my brother, it might result in a fight, and I am not ready to be pumping fists early in the morning.

“She can’t be your mate!” His anger explodes, Logan can’t keep his anger, I guess it’s one of the things that make us different: I can resist, and hold on. He just can’t.

“She is.” I reply calmly, a