The heartless mafia Alpha king

chapter 10: I hate you

His eyes flickered from one colour to the other, his alpha aura coming into the light, pulling everyone to their knees.

He set his flickering gaze and glared at his younger brother.

Damien shivered slightly at the intensity of his brother's raging gaze, but he stood his ground, meeting Marcos' gaze head-on.

Marcos took three steps back and connected his fists to the car, leaving a huge dent by the side of the car's door.

"And that's supposed to faze me or tell me to back off because that's what you would do to me if I didn't?" Damien's slightly shaken voice cut through the silence in the air.

Marcos took note of his words, freezing midway through his actions.

"That is not what it means, Damien, and you know it," Marcos said, puffing out air through his mouth.

"I have trouble controlling my wolf at the moment, and adding to my anger is not helping."

"Me expressing myself is adding to your anger?" A lone tear escaped Damien's eye as he stood gaping at Marcos.

"Why don't you understand me?" Marcos pleaded, astonished and lost for words.

"It's fine. I understand how much you love your work and how much time you have to be there rather than valuing your blood brother. " Damien said, sniffling.

"Go on, I won't try to stop you this time." He said this while wiping a single tear from his right cheek.

"Damien," Marcos called softly for his brother, reaching out to touch him.

"Don't," Damien called, noticing the proximity between them and taking several steps back to create enough distance between them.

"Don't come any closer, just go since I am a burden to you and I keep adding to your anger." Damien snorted darkly, his face turning dark.

"Stop it. That wasn't about you, and you have never been a burden to me. You are all I have and the goddess knows how much I love you, but I can't express myself." Marcus yelled, his expression turning soft.

"Then tell me damnit. Tell me how much you care for me because right now I don't know anymore. All I want now is my big brother because I miss him, and nobody loves me more than my big brother himself." He said, running his hands through his hair, choking sounds escaping his lips in an attempt to muffle his cries.

Marcos wore a frown, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared at his brother.

His head spun in contemplation as he became conflicted. He wanted to hug Damien and assure him that all he was doing was for him, but that would mean putting Damien in trouble.

That was what he was willing to avoid in the first place.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't paying enough attention to you in the first place, but I am doing all this for your safety," he spoke, his eyes carrying a secret message. "Please understand that when the time is right, nothing will ever come between us," Marcus replied calmly, choosing his words.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see Fredrick and his stepbrothers, along with their stepmoms.

He knew they were watching them from the very beginning, looking for a weakness, but he wasn't going to show them.

If it meant Damien hating him for the rest of his life, then he was going to do that as long as Damien was safe, that was all that mattered.

"I hate you." Damien spat out before running off. His eyes were filled with rage.

He felt a pang in his chest. His shoulders slumped before he lifted them.

A pressing feeling filled the air, making the maids around drop onto their knees one after the other due to the intensity of Marcos' depressing air.

A tug from his trousers made him look down, and seeing his beta on his knees and in pain made him remorseful.

The air dispersed instantly, and deep breaths of relief were drawn from everyone around.

A new car pulled up in front of them, and his beta made to open the door once more.

Setting foot in the car, he paused to look into the mansion-like palace.

"Double the security around my brother." was the word that left his mouth before he sat in the car.

A faint response from his beta was all the confirmation he needed.

"Where to, sir?" His beta asked from the driver's seat.

"To get a glass of something strong." He grunted in response.

"I know just the right place." His beta replied, stepping on the gas.

The closer they got to the bar, the more his stomach churned in excitement.

He felt his wolf purring and his eyes flickering. His heart raced with different thoughts, as adrenaline coursed through his veins.

He was on the edge, but for what?