ameliaamarie21
Dash
Abuse can be a tricky burden to carry. Some days you feel like this new version of yourself. You feel whole. Then the next, when you look in the mirror you're not sure if that's still you. I'm the type that gets really sad on those days. My brother? He gets violent. His abuse sits heavy on him most days, and he takes it out on killing. Oli is a serial killer, someone who kills religiously. He does it every other day, rain or shine. He has so much blood on his hands. And those hands? Are skillful. They get me through every heat. For some twisted reason, the Moon Goddess brought Oli and I to the William's/Sander's family. They adopted us both, and Oli decided I was his. I know in my heart he's mine too.
Oli
The second I saw those violet eyes my heart stopped, time froze. My wolf spoke to me, he told me he was ours to claim. Ours to have. I didn't hesitate to tell my new family my lover was my new brother. It was undeniable. But he still denies it. My mental is heavy, I have OCD and a switch I like to flick constantly. One second it's on, and I'm so in love with him it doesn't matter. Next I'm drugging my family to prove my point. I'll stop at nothing to prove he's mine. My little brother likes to play with fire though, he likes to go on dates and watch what I do to them. So maybe we're a match made in heaven, maybe we're sick and twisted. But when he has his first heat? How am I supposed to deny him? He needs to be filled, and I have something to help. It starts out easy, until I notice his feelings aren't moving along. I refuse to always be his older brother. No, I want to be his mate. His other half. I need it more than I need anything else. But he was taught to fear men like me.