The Wrong Brother's Temptation novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

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I inched even closer to him, trying to hide behind him as he stood tall and proud, addressing everyone.

“And I kissed her to give you all a live demonstration of what faces a woman makes when she likes being kissed, being

“Stop with this nonsense!” Elder Johanson roared.

“We are a respectable society and we have to maintain some rules and decorum. What was this animalistic behavior?”

Connor merely stated. “We are part animals. Werewolves to be specific.”

Elder Johanson looked even more pissed.

“That does not mean you just…shed all at it like feral creatures.”

Connor scoffed.

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“So what should I have done to prove my partner’s honesty to all of you who don’t even deserve to know what we do behin closed doors? Or are you all so prude that you think babies just drop into a woman’s lap by the grace of the Moon Goddess?

Elder Johanson’s eyes went comically wide.

“Look at him! He not only dares openly indulge in indecent activities but also now mocks our Moon Goddess”

Connor simply kept his voice steady and neutral.

“The Moon Goddess made us, she gave us mates, she gave the female werewolves heat and the male werewolves rut to not just produce heirs but also enjoy each other’s company so why does a mere kiss ruffle you so much?”

Before Elder Johanson could say anything, he grabbed Rory’s phone and turned around while raising his hand to make the phone screen face the crowd.

“Take your time to compare my back with the one in the photo if you still have any doubts.”

There were more shocked gasps and after a while someone muttered, “It really is him, look at that faint scar on his back in the photo.”

Connor pulled me into a tight hug, one hand stroking my hair protectively. “Nobody touches what’s mine,” he said quietly. just for me. “Though you and I have a topic to discuss later because judging by your reaction, this wasn’t the first time you saw that image.”

I was pretty sure he was going to give me an earful for not telling him/sooner.

But for now, I simply buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent, tears of relief intermixed with pain soaking into his

skin.

And only when I felt like I could breathe again did I slowly bend to pick up his shirt and the rest of his clothes for him.

I put on the shirt on him, dusting it and buttoning it carefully before helping him get in the coat and then tying the robe near his neck just like before.

“So, Elder Johanson, Alpha Asher and all the respected guests of the evening, pardon me if I went a bit overboard but my actions were purely to demonstrate that my girlfriend and I have a very healthy sex life and nobody should be taking pictures of our private moments and posting it publicly without our consent.”

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His eyes drifted briefly to Sandra who pretended to be very interested in the chandelier above before settling on Rory

“Don’t think I have forgotten about you.”

Rory looked like he was about to faint.

Connor’s eyes turned cold and merciless. “Now… let’s discuss your punishment.”

The entire hall held its breath.

Connor pinned Rory with a look that could freeze blood.

Meanwhile, Rory’s face had gone deathly pale. He scrambled backward on the polished floor, hands slipping on it and looking around for help with eyes widened with terror.

“Alpha Connor, please!” Rory stammered, voice cracking. “You can’t harm a guest under your roof. It is… it’s against pack law! I beg your forgiveness, it was a mistake, a terrible misunderstanding!”

Connor smirked. “Oh so now I am an alpha to you?”

Rory joined his hands and looked behind in fear when he realized he had nowhere to go because his back slammed into wall behind him.

Connor didn’t stop.

He kept walking toward him like a predator stalking wounded prey.

The crowd parted silently, guests pressing back against tables and walls to give him a wide berth. No one dared to interven

The air in the hall felt thick, charged with fear and anticipation.

Rory’s pleas grew more desperate as Connor closed the distance. “I didn’t take the pictures! I didn’t publish anything. I swe on my pack! Please, mercy!”

Connor grabbed him by the jaw with one powerful hand, lifting the man clean off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

Rory struggled wildly, legs kicking uselessly in the air, hands clawing at Connor’s wrist. “Please, I beg you. I didn’t do it!”

Connor’s voice was low but laced with ice. “That’s the only reason you’re still breathing.” His eyes flicked down to Rory’s hands. “But you still touched what’s mine. You still put your filthy hands on my Luna.”

Rory was crying now, tears streaming down his face as he folded his hands in supplication, babbling incoherently.

All his earlier bravado was gone. His plans of spoiling Connor’s reputation got foiled and now the possibility of death looked very real to him.

“Please… someone help me… I didn’t mean any harm…”

Connor smiled. A wicked, terrifying smile that sent a chill down my spine appeared on his face.

He reached for a sharp carving knife lying on the nearby serving table.

The blade glinted coldly as it caught the light from the chandeliers. Rory’s eyes widened in pure terror.

“No, please forgive me. I beg you. Take my pack, take my wealth but please spare me

Connor’s voice was calm, almost gentle as he examined the blade. “Which hand did you use to touch her?”

Rory sobbed, looking desperately around the hall for anyone to save him.

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“How can you be so heartless? How can you all just watch him become violent?”

But nobody stepped forward. The entire room was frozen, elders and guests alike watching in horrified silence.

Connor growled, low and menacing. “I won’t ask again.”

Just as Rory stanmered, “I…it was my right hand”

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