Fated To The Alphas

The scent hit me first, as I closed the distance to his room. Musky. Familiar. Laced with heat, arousal and something feral.

 My wolf whimpered low in my chest, a warning I didn't understand my feet halted in front of the door, taking in the sounds that was coming from the room.

 I pushed open the bedroom door. Then everything shattered.

 My stepsister was straddling him, head thrown back, golden hair a tangled mess.

 The man beneath her grunted, hands gripping hips with bruising force as he thrust up hard, a low growl of pleasure rumbling from his chest.

Skin against skin. Sweat glistening.

Their bodies tangled together in heat and undeniable passion. The man with his hands all over my stepsister was my mate.

 My chosen Mate.

 Caius.

 He didn't stop when I entered. Neither of them did. They saw me, he saw me and still, he kept going.

 "Oh gods," her voice cracked, as her shoulders began to tremble, reaching that point where every woman desires to be.

 The moan, sound of great pleasure wasn't mine.

 It was my stepsister's, filthy and victorious. "You should've locked the door, Caius," she purred, grinding down harder. "Your little mutt found us."

 "Not a mutt," I whispered, my voice failing me, "I'm your mate."

 He pulled his lips from my stepsister's throat long enough to laugh, a dark, hollow sound. "You were convenient. Weak. A half-breed omega that I just have to marry to claim your father's lands."

 "That's not true. You love me not her.........not my sister." I whispered, tears clogging my throat.

 "Stepsister, mutt" Liana spat, as she bounced up and down his dick.

 "Why? Why her? Why now?" I asked my voice breaking and tears finally falling down my face.

"I was never going to mark you Rain. You're just a weak foolish halfbreed, and I only accepted for the mating ritual so I could be close to your sister."

 Caius had never spoken to me that way before, he was always kind, sweet and has even give me forehead kisses and held my hand few times in the past. My knees gave out, as I backed out of the room, slamming the door as he groaned slamming into my stepsister.

 I ran down the hallway tears streaming down my face. Tomorrow night was supposed to be our mating ceremony under the full blood moon. I had finally decided to give myself to him, knowing that we will be bonded by tomorrow.

 Underneath my robe was a flimsy lingerie I had picked out just for him.