**Braxton**
What the hell is wrong with my brothers? There’s no way Samantha is their mate.
I look at her as I carry her to her room. She is mine. I feel the tingles when I touch her, and her scent is exhilarating.
They must be confused. They’ve been driving for five hours; maybe it’s exhaustion from the trip?
“Braxton?” Eva nudged me as we walked.
“Yeah, peanut?” I asked my sister.
“Samantha is special,” Eva told me.
“Yes, she is. Can you open her door for me?” I replied.
I watched as my little sister skipped over to Samantha’s door and opened it for me. I went inside Samantha’s room and walked over to her bed.
As I laid Samantha down, she began to wake up.
“What… happened?” she muttered slowly, turning her head to look around the room.
“Shhh, you fainted,” I said, sitting next
