Mated to My Step-brother and His Best Friend

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k you

ound mine. She held me ever so softly like s

yes shimmered. "You never brought shame to me, even

ll of love, so tender it scr

for a second,

didn'

,

oing to m

rying because

g because I

dn't deserve

ught I

rgin who waited patiently for life to reward her... The perfect girl

hore her sweet daughter had been

.. To trade the last of my self-worth for a night I can't forget... To gag on the taste of po

dirty, like I'm dragging the stench of that hotel room behind me everywhere I go. And no mat

ve my school problems, I still couldn't get ove

ing the burn rising in my throat. "

u know what it means, being the envy of every woman in Lanry Side pack? You are the golden child, baby. Y

, cupping my cheek. Her hand

tear broke free and

with her thumb

ispered, more hopeful than I'd seen her in y

beaming like a girl

former Alpha Rollins. It was her fresh start, her r

I'll finally leave that pack and all the bad memories

sed the pack's border,

mpossibly curated like a picture someone kept trying to perfect. My pulse quickened

r a certain class of people. Not to mention my own class, who lived at the edge of the country

met my new stepfather is still a wonder to me. And now, here I was, clu

every house ever built in the pack had to undergo scrutiny and evaluation, because, tell me, why did every house we passed look like i

I couldn't even see trash bins. It was

viously preparing to welcome their new

e stepped out of the car, a bevy of girls hurried toward us. They welcomed us warmly, and they all were putting on a uniformed outfit... Flowery

hem squealed, fingers already in my hair. "What do

voice cracked, nerves

ttle party after the

people in, and made strangers feel like they'd known me forever. I used

*

IN

tened the collar, and gave myself one last look

by Sartieux. Ten thousand dollars a bottle. A scent

y don't remember your name,

mell me. And they'll know

of my sleeve, when I caught Kyrie mid-breath, about to screa

," I sai

"Saint, we're thirty

. "They should be grateful I

d sniff. "You trying to get us banned too, Saint? F

it's working." I walke

ole pack was probably going crazy, thinking I wasn't in support

e open air, beside the artificial wate

father - Alpha fucking Rollins – was holding hands

I almost gagged. I kept walking nonchalantly to

locked m

t f

t m

to scrub out of my memory, no matte

ver going to be fooled. She was not innocent.

pped. Everyt

ears as I muttered,

by the devil himself, she

Those

irl from eight months a

wearing a sweet little dress, almost looking

-second, I saw a crack in her

n that I hadn't recognized her, she still held my gaze, em

sensing something shif

n't a

ding next to my father's bride was the same gi

m know, because, I was about to