My Brother Is My Mate. novel Chapter 4

“Well, I haven’t seen you for a long time, and I’m glad you are home to see me because I will leave shortly. Before that, let me make it up to you to leave home without informing you.”

He was so tall; was I that short? Wait, a minute!

Leaving home?

“Huh,’ I whined. ‘`You are leaving so soon, but you just came back. Can’t you stay?’

“Nope, I can’t, kiddo. I'm doing this for your protection. I’ve got to go soon or else the rogues will attack you; that’s why your brother has to fight.’ he playfully poked my nose; it twinkled me as I giggled, and we both laughed happily.

“I’ve got a present for you.” He announced, brought out a cute little black box, and handed it over to me.

“Really?”

I took it from him, opened the box, and saw a little silver necklace with my name written on it, “Oceana,” gleaming, and in the middle of my name was a blue sparkling diamond.

It was the most beautiful silver I have ever seen.

“It’s ravishing, isn’t it?’

“Yes,” I whispered with admiration, and I couldn’t stop looking at the necklace.

“It’s gorgeous, just like your eyes, love,’ he mumbled.

“Thank you so much, Gérard. Thank you.” I jumped. He kissed my little cheek and hugged me, patting my back.

“You are welcome, gorgeous.” He pulled away from me and squatted in front of me. “Let me help you put it on,’’ he said, taking the necklace from me.

I raised my hair up with my hands and turned my back to him to help me put the necklace on, and I could feel myself getting more exquisite and ecstatic.

“Thank you!” I beamed.

“You are welcome, lovely.” He kissed the side of my neck.

I felt a spark rush through my body for a second there, but I ignored it and smiled, dropping my hair and idolising the necklace.

My wolf was so excited, and I couldn’t tell what was going on with her.

“Miss me too,’ Carmine said, coming out of nowhere laughing.

I smiled and went to him, giving him a hug, too.

After that, I kicked his foot.

“Ouch!” he winced. “What was that for? I can’t believe my little sister has turned me into such a punching bag.’ He complained.

‘That’s for influencing Gerard and leaving me; take that.’ I smirked at him.

“But you didn’t do that to Gerard; I’m not the only one who left you. I didn't influence him.’

“He’s remorseful and not like you.’ I pointed at him, and Gerard just cracked up. “It seems like I’m her favourite, as always.’ Gerard chuckled.

“Fuck you.’ He emphasised.

“Hey, Gérard.” My father was walking toward us with a smile. “My sons are back,” he roared happily.

“Hi, Father,’ Gerard said. He went over and gave him a big hug.

“You could have told me you were both home.” Gerard pulled away from him, and Carmine went over to clutch him too.

“Welcome back, Carmine.’ He said with delight.