My Alphas Brothers Claim on Me

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

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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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