Betrayed By My Fiancé, Claimed By His Alpha Brother

Chapter 7

Word Count: 738 | Released on: 06/07/2026

y apartment building. The engine cut, and the

clipped and cold. "I'm home."

ve. The door

d to face him. "What do

his movements unhurried. "I

y," I snapped. "It's

his lips. "Secure for some.

g my door before I could protest further. He gestured for

ing angrily on the pavement. I would get inside, lo

my keys, my

ed past me, and I saw a flash of

ck, and the door to my

door. My blood ran cold. "How... how do you have a k

g it onto my sofa as if he'd done it a thousand times.

the one place I thought was safe. It wasn't just control. It felt more primal, like a wolf secur

ce, pointing a trembling finger a

d my refrigerator, and peered inside. He wrinkl

r a tub of yogurt, some wilting

s to someone on the other end. "Steak. Salmon. Fresh vegetables

ant nothing to him. I lunged for his phone, but he simp

against his chest. "Don't be a brat," he murmured, his lips

nd mint that made my head spin. I struggled,

the silver-framed photo on the mantelpiece. Me an

ssion tur

ook the photo. Without a moment's hesitation,

in my house," he s

about Julian. It was about the photo. It was abou

d, guttural cry tearing from m

eet as if I weighed nothing. I kicked and screamed

ing and cursing, into

landed in a heap. Before I could scramble away, he w

ems," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "tha

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“On the eve of our claiming ceremony, I returned to our apartment to grab my forgotten phone. Afterwards, I was supposed to become Julian Sinclair's Luna. Instead, I opened the bedroom door to find him naked, tangled in the sheets with my best friend, Jenna. I fled to a bar to drown my shattered heart, only to run into Cain Sinclair-Julian's terrifying half-brother, the Alpha known as The Executioner. The moment his scent hit me, the inescapable pull of the mate bond snapped into place. He took me to his penthouse, claimed me, and forced me into a contract. He even moved into my apartment, controlling my food, destroying my photos, and turning my safe haven into a suffocating cage. When I desperately tried to sneak out with a packed bag, he caught me at the door, threw me over his shoulder, and brutally branded my neck, declaring I belonged to him from the inside out. I was completely trapped, suffocating under the weight of a monster far more dangerous than the fiancé who had betrayed me. Why did the Moon Goddess curse me with the devil himself? Then my phone buzzed with a photo from Cain: Julian, beaten to an unrecognizable, bloody pulp in an alley. Staring at the screen, a cold resolve finally replaced my fear; if I was caged by a monster, I would use his fangs to tear Jenna and Julian apart at tomorrow's ceremony.”