Claimed by my brother

Weird coincidences

Damien POV:

I had woken up at 4 AM and showered and trained for the day. It was already 7 when I got back from my morning run. I headed inside the house casually, hoping to bump into Olivia in just a tshirt or to find her waiting for me in nothing at all. As I opened the fridge, I imagined how I would bend her over the kitchen counter or even right here on the little breakfast table.

"Good morning son," greeted my mother. She snapped me out of my dirty thoughts and I felt my boner deflating as I grabbed the orange juice, "good morning," I smiled casually as I opened the box and started to drink straight out of it. My mother clicked her tongue in irritation as she walked over to the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen and grabbed a glass and then walked over to me and put it down, "the least you could do is use a glass." She scowled at me and I stared at her, "I see living alone has not been kind to you," I think she was trying to make an excuse for my bad habit but her saying those words triggered something in me and I shoved the orange juice back into the fridge, "what's wrong?" She asked concerned by my mood swing, "it was hard. These last two years was hard." Her eyes flashed with anger when she realized what I was talking about. She turned away from me and made herself busy with something, "she's my mate and you continue to keep us apart," I said and I can see her growing agitated with me, "sacrifices need to be made to ensure this pack survives."

"How do you suppose this pack is going to survive if I don't have a mate and the pack a luna?" I asked, "don't be absurd Damien, the pack will have a luna and you will take a mate, a chosen mate." Her voice rang with firmness as she tried to get across that the conversation was over, "I don't want a chosen mate." She slammed the utensil in her hand down and turned to look at me hard, "now Damien, I have made sacrifices for this family and I have made sure that this pack thrived when everyone said that we could not so don't you dare think that I would let you throw it away for some abandoned ball of rags!" Her eyes widened when she had realized what she had said. "What do you mean?" I asked and she turned away again, "nothing, I was just angry and I mixed her up with someone else." I said nothing. The conversation with my mother, if you could even call it a conversation had died and that is because she had slipped up. What did she mean by 'an abandoned ball of rags'. That part did not make sense.

I walked away to the dining room and grabbed a piece of toast. I was busy spreading butter on my toast when I noticed her long legs coming down the stairs. I couldn't suppress the possessive growl that had let itself out. She noticed and smiled at me as our eyes met. My father just walked in at the moment, he was adjusting his cuff link, "good morning son," he greeted as he sat down, oblivious to the flirtations happening between his two children.

"Good morning dad," I smiled as I sat down, "Olivia," I called and watched the way a blush creeped over her skin, "won't you join us?" I asked just as my mother walked into the room, "she can't. She has an extra morning class." My mother was quick and I noticed that Olivia wasn't smiling anymore, instead she stormed out and left. "Why are you like this mother?" I asked absentmindedly and both my parents seemed taken aback. My mother had this flustered look over come her, like she wanted to talk but couldn't.

"Son, after breakfast we will head to the pack house to sort out the paperwork and financial records." I nodded and continued to eat my toast. My father always seemed to be in his own head, never crossing swords with my mother.

When breakfast was over, we said our good byes to my now anxious mother who was trying to be overly sweet to me and left. "Damien, don't take your mother to heart," said my father as he fidgeted with his cufflink again, "I try not to but why is she so cruel to Olivia?" I asked and he sighed a deep sigh, "it's a long story but for now, you must let things play out the way they are and don't get involved. Your mother and I need to do this for the sake of the pack." His words troubled me even more, there was definitely something going on, something that was being kept secret about Olivia. Why? I am not sure at all but I do know that it can't be a good reason. I needed to get to the records, maybe there was something there.