Grey's POV
I pried Chase away from me.
"Please stop. I think you left your drool on me" I tried to wipe off the stain, clearly disgusted.
He laughed and punched my stomach playfully.
"You must have sensed I was in pain and you raced here for me. You are such a good brother"
"No. I am not" I answered, trying to give him the truth "We hate each other. You just don't remember"
What is the point of hiding it?
Chase chuckled, taken aback like I was absurd or something.
"I could never hate you" He said it like it was one of those obvious things in the world. Like the sun in the sky. Like Father being Alpha. "It would be like hating myself, Greyson."
I blinked, scratching the back of my neck. "Yeah, right" I said sarcastically.
He grabbed me, startling me and pulled me closer by collar.
"Listen to me, G. There is nothing on this earth, in heaven or any world in-between that would turn me against you, little brother."
