#Chapter 62 Better Brother

Jaxson

I used to let my brother win.

We grew up playing as an Alpha, like our shared father, but we played two very different games. He was a tyrant, never leaving mercy for the pretend members of his pack, daring them to slaughter and torture any one who even considered challenging him.

I just wanted to establish a community, a pack for all, like my mother envisioned. I suppose my father sat somewhere between our fantasy’s, living the life he had always dreamed as Alpha, as a king, but at the fault of commoner blood and torment. He never seemed to care once my mother passed away. He went cold, and in turn he bore a child who was just as hostile as he.

For a long time I pocketed the fact that Xander was an angry kid. I assumed I would be the Alpha, the king of the pack my father built, and my brother would be my beta, my most trusted sidekick. Seeing him now has changed the future on what I predict will become of me and my half-brother. I have Aurora to thank for that.

Before my mate,