Page 50 of Dearest Alpha Brothers 1: Vampire Prince

“To Archer?” Aunt Senna’s innocent tone didn’t match her knowing smile. “How interesting.”

Luca’s cheeks flamed darker as Benedict appeared with a fresh glass of the blood-fusion drink. Across the table, Zane’s fork bent slightly, while Ryker seemed intensely focused on his risotto.

“The old Luca would never have left his room, let alone defended family honor,” Great Uncle Johnathan mused. “Perhaps this is a sign of your vampire powers finally manifesting?”

“Or perhaps,” Archer drawled, his eyes fixed on Luca’s flustered expression, “our little prince just needed the right motivation to spread his wings.”

Half an hour later, the staff began clearing the main course plates, replacing them with dessert settings that had Luca’s unnecessary breath catching. Harrison himself wheeled in a cart laden with sweets—chocolate soufflés rising perfectly, crème brûlée with perfectly caramelized tops, and what appeared to be individual molten lava cakes dusted with gold.

“Don’t worry, Prince,” Benedict murmured, placing a final crystal goblet before Luca. “This blend is infused with dark chocolate essence. The kitchen has been quite innovative lately.”

Luca took a sip and actually moaned, earning sharp looks from all three Whitlock brothers. “It’s amazing! Though seeing all these desserts is still torture…”

“Better than watching everyone else enjoy the soufflé,” Archer teased, breaking open his own dessert with obvious relish. The chocolate center flowed out like liquid sin.

“You’re evil,” Luca informed him, clutching his blood-chocolate consolation prize. “All of you. Eating real food in front of the vampire prince.”

The family’s laughter rang out, warm and genuine. Even Zane’s stern expression softened watching Luca banter freely with everyone—so different from the silent shadow he’d been just days ago.

Library,Zane’s mental reminder cut through Archer’s enjoyment of the moment.As soon as dinner ends.

Archer just grinned, watching Luca attempt to appreciate his blood-fusion drink while clearly plotting revenge for Archer’s deliberate dessert appreciation. The upcoming lecture would be worth it, if only for how alive Luca looked tonight, finally stepping into his role as their vampire prince.

Though perhaps “brother” wasn’t quite the right word anymore, given how Archer’s wolf reacted to Luca’s presence. But that was a dangerous thought for another time.

Preferably after Zane finished killing him in the library.

The family dispersed after dinner—Hunter immediately retreated to his gaming den, while Sylvie linked arms with Luca, chattering about trying on their new purchases. Great Uncle Johnathan excused himself to his study, though his knowing look spoke volumes. Uncle Owen and Aunt Senna headed for their evening walk in the rooftop garden, tactfully ignoring the tension crackling between the three brothers.

Archer followed Zane and Ryker past rows of ancient texts to their private study tucked away in the library’s inner sanctum. The heavy mahogany doors closed behind them with an ominous click. This secluded room, with its leather-bound volumes and centuries of accumulated knowledge surrounding them, usually soothed him, but tonight it felt charged with anticipation.

Zane took his usual position by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights creating a dramatic backdrop as he turned to face his younger brothers. Ryker settled into one of the leather armchairs, his casual pose belied by the sharp attention in his eyes.

Archer sprawled across the leather sofa, deliberately projecting an air of unconcern that he knew would irritate Zane. “So,” he drawled, “shall we discuss how our little vampire prince nearly committed murder over my personal space today?”

The growl that rumbled from Zane’s chest had the windows vibrating. “This isn’t a joke, Archer.”

“No?” Archer’s grin widened. “Because watching Luca threaten to dismember Isabella for touching me was pretty entertaining.”

“You’re encouraging him,” Ryker observed, though Archer caught the flash of something darker in his brother’s eyes. “The shopping, the compliments, the deliberate provocation at dinner…”

“I’m being a good brother,” Archer protested, not even trying to hide his satisfaction. “Supporting his newfound confidence. Helping him embrace his vampire nature. Building family bonds…”

“Family bonds?” Zane’s voice could have frozen hellfire. “Is that what you call making him blush every time you mentioned the café incident? Or deliberately describing that chocolate soufflé while he could only drink blood?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who bent a fork watching his reaction,” Archer shot back. “Besides, you should be thanking me. Two days ago, he wouldn’t leave his room. Now he’s threatening socialites and marking his territory.”

“He’s not marking territory,” Ryker interjected, though his tone lacked conviction. “He’s just…”

“Just what? Casually offering to remove Isabella’s hands for touching his ‘brother’?” Archer made air quotes around the word. “Because that’s definitely normal sibling behavior.”

“Nothing about this is normal,” Zane growled, pacing like a caged wolf. “He’s supposed to be our brother.”

“Supposed to be,” Archer mused, examining his nails with exaggerated care. “Funny how neither of you complained about that when he was hiding in his room. But now that he’s showing signs of… interest…”

The crystal decanter on the side table cracked under the force of Zane’s anger bleeding through their bond.

“Oh, sorry.” Archer’s eyes widened with mock innocence. “Was I not supposed to mention how you both nearly wolfed out when he moaned over that blood-chocolate drink? My mistake.”

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