The Alpha Brothers'Shared Mate

Author: Dong Lier

Chapter 1

Word Count: 881 | Released on: Today at 18:34

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ts car shot out of the garage like an arrow,

er. I was going to walk right into his office and ask him to

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The Alpha Brothers'Shared Mate

Dong Lier Werewolf

“Three days after our eight-month-old son died, I dragged my shattered soul to my husband's office, desperately seeking comfort. Instead, I found my Alpha husband, Brice, half-naked on his leather couch, with my stepsister Heather sitting intimately on his lap. The heavy, sickening scent of their freshly mated bond filled the room. When I stood there, paralyzed by betrayal, Brice didn't show a single ounce of guilt. He coldly told me that our sacred mate bond was a mistake from day one, and that Heather was the Luna he truly needed. What broke me completely wasn't just the cheating. When I asked him about our dead baby, he sneered. "I never wanted that pup. His birth was a goddamn accident, and his death is on your hands!" My entire universe exploded. The man I loved, the Alpha whose empire was built entirely on my family's legacy, didn't care that our child was in the ground. He was using my darkest, most agonizing grief as a weapon to destroy me, while my stepsister watched with a triumphant smile. The freezing numbness in my veins boiled into pure rage. I swung my hand and slapped the Alpha straight across his face. As he lunged forward, wrapping his massive hands around my throat with murderous intent, I didn't beg for mercy. I looked straight into his soulless eyes and spoke the ultimate taboo. "I, Florence George, reject you, Brice Rosales, as my mate."”