All Chapters of Taming His Alpha Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Was it possible for a hospital ward to smell like money? Well, this one did. It didn’t reek of antiseptics, nor was it painted the usual drab white. Honestly, this looked more like a hotel penthouse, spritzed lightly with the kind of subtle-smelling cologne you couldn’t pick up at any store but was made by some old man in a forgotten part of France who only took clients by invitation. And yes, that was the kind of place this hospital was, too. It was extremely private that just an hour-long consultation with a doctor could take months to be approved. This room, especially, was the most expensive private ward on the top floor in the Westcare hospital.And currently it was housing none other than Asher West, the grandchild of the hospital’s founder.But he felt stranded in it, like a goddamn show dog with a broken leg.Asher lay on the bed, leg hoisted above him in a complicated mess of braces and thick white bandages, all because of that glorious wreck he made of his McLaren nights ago

Zane West didn’t slam the door when Asher told him to get out. He simply closed it, as quietly as a breath, but rather than one would have assumed, there wasn’t the sound of steps retreating down the hall. That only meant one thing: Zane wasn’t going anywhere.His white coat fitted perfectly around his broad shoulders as he stayed behind the door to the penthouse hospital ward, hellbent on waiting to do his job, but he didn’t expect to catch drifts of the conversation between his half-brother and his cockslut.A wry smile twisted the corners of Zane’s lip as Liam’s conspiratorial whispers floated past the wood into his ears.“...Is he your father’s illegitimate son?” That was distinctly the Omega’s voice.Asher’s drawl soon came after. “Oh yes. He’s my father’s bastard….”That was the last sentence Zane caught because his mind instantly zeroed in on that one word.Bastard.Lids lowering, he leaned the back of his head against the cool wall next to the door. The first time he heard th

Zane soon stepped into the elevator.He reached for the panel and pressed a sequence of numbers to the floor he was headed. The soft chime of the elevator sealed him inside, and he exhaled slowly, letting his personality as Doctor Zane West settle back over him like a second skin.A doctor should not look so pleased after restitching a patient without anesthesia.So he wiped off every trace of his satisfaction from his face and molded himself back into the version of Zane West that everyone expected. The brilliant, unshakable intern surgeon scientist whom everyone already treated like a head consultant.A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened to the Westcare surgical wing. Zane moved through the nurses and interns who greeted him, keeping his responses clipped and professional. After answering an intern who asked him about the reports of a Cardiac patient, Zane crossed into the research wing, which was filled with glass-walled labs and security cameras.He didn’t stop walking

Zane slid into the driver’s seat of his car, the leather groaning under his body as he tossed his bag onto the passenger seat. The hospital parking lot was mostly empty now.Fuck.His temples throbbed. Another sixteen-hour shift of stitching bodies that were almost far too gone, and furthering his research. All Zane wanted was to go home and crawl into bed until his body gave in to sleep. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, eyes heavy with fatigue.But as he keyed in the ignition, his phone buzzed from the glove compartment. Frowning, he reached for it, only to see it was an unknown number.He let it ring on because he hated answering calls from numbers he didn’t recognize. They were either always spam or bad news calling him back to the O.R. He was about to click on the decline button when, on the last ring, something irrational pulled at him, and he answered.“Dr. Zane on the line. Who am I speaking with?”“Your beloved brother, dickhead.” The voice was nasal, smug, and unfortunately