My Alphas Brothers Claim on Me

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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TWIST OF EVENTS.

PAULA.

"Mate". I heard a loud growl from behind me and stiffened, my body reacting on it's own as I began perceiving the most delicious scent ever.

My wolf flipped happily in my head, nudging me to turn around and figure out who it was, and as soon as I did, my breath hitched in my throat, my heart racing as a spark of recognition burned in my chest.

I reared backwards in shock, my eyes widening. I was mated to Andre? Heir to our pack and brother to him?

Warmth spread through my body as my heart hammered against my ribs, mixture of happiness and disbelief swimming through me

I felt a magnetic pull towards him, one I couldn't resist and he seemed to feel it too for he clenched his hands into fists and stormed over to me, his blue orbs sparkling under the moonlight and filled with such intensity that made me gulp down the saliva gathering in my mouth, my legs weak.

"Mate?". He called again, more like asking this time as he stood face to face with me, his heavy breath landing on my face and causing delicious shivers down my spine.

I wanted to merge our bodies together but held myself, when I felt his warm, rough hand slip around my waist, as he pulled me further into him before claiming my lips in his.

I let out a moan, returning his kiss and wrapping my hands around his neck, feeling complete and ecstatic. I finally found my mate and it was with the other guy I felt attracted to in this whole pack, after Nathan's death.

"Andre?" A tiny, soft voice suddenly yelled and we both froze, before breaking off the kiss, Andre's hands still wrapped around my waist. I whined in protest and he chuckled, before giving me a peck and turning to glance back.

"How dare you hook up with that nobody again?" The voice screamed and I looked to see it was Rita. Andre's childhood friend, supposed lover and my ex-best friend who was always throwing herself at him.

She moved closer to us, her eyes directed at me, filled with piercing glares like she wanted me dead. I didn't cower or back down, instead I returned her glare.

Who the hell did she think she was?

"She is not worth your time, Andre. Let it just be a fling an....". Andre didn't even let her complete her sentence when he caught in with a sneer.

"Watch your words, that's my mate you are talking to".

Rita let out a gasp, the thin lines of her brows jumping up in surprise as she moved backwards, shaking her head sideways in denial.

"No, no, no. It can't be". She muttered, all colors draining from her face. I felt satisfaction run through me and hid a grin, especially when she turned around and ran away in tears.

Andre and I were now alone and for some reasons, my stomach tightened, beads of sweats gathered on my forehead.

"So who do we have here?" Andre teased, as he placed his forehead against me. I held back my laughter, leaning further into his embrace, my hands on his chest.

"Your mate". I responded, biting on my lower lips hard, aware of his stare on me. He let out a groan, before capturing my lips in his again. I deepened the kiss and brushed my hand into his dark hair, loving the feel of the texture in my hand as I stroked it.

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