**Stefano’s POV**

The word brother hung in the air like thick smoke, feeling heavy, wrong, and deeply twisted.

I stared at Raffaele, my eyes narrowed to slits, my arm perfectly straight as I kept the gun leveled at his head. My finger was steady on the trigger, but inside, my mind was a storm.

I had spent my entire life as an only child. I was a solitary predator in a world of wolves, answering to no one and bound to no one by blood. But to remember that I shared the same DNA with the ...