SEVENTY-FOUR!!... I'M PREGNANT.

I don't believe I've ever seen Dean so angry. His blue eyes turned a darker shade of golden instantly, and he marched towards his brother, murder on his face.

Before Justin could react, Dean's fingers were wrapping around his neck, pulling him up.

“This is what you don't do, Justin. Speak that way about our mate. And don't you dare lay your filthy fingers on her next time. Because if the thought as much as crosses your mind, I'll forget the fact that you are my little brother, and I'll crawl your eyes out and send you to the grave.”

Even I was scared at the tone of his voice.

Justin was coughing and grabbing his arms, the veins in his face popping as his skin turned red.

“Dean, let go of your brother this very instant!”

None of us heard when Alex came into the room, but his loud and deep voice was enough to snap Dean out of his rage.

He released Justin, who staggered back, coughing and scratching his throat.

“Can someone tell me what's happening here?”

Mum walked slowly towards Alex