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Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

AlexisDee · Fantasy
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306 Chs

17-Red Jacket Holders

Helanie:

"Take your bag and leave," my mother said, shoving it into my hands before folding her arms across her chest.

The storm had just subsided after two days, and though the rain hadn't completely stopped, my mother was already telling me to go. I didn't even get to share a meal with them after eating like a savage at dinner the other night.

At least, that's what Charlotte had said—that's why I wasn't allowed to join them.

"Go!" my mother repeated, refusing to look at me. She had woken me up early, demanding I leave.

It was freezing, and I had nothing but the old pink sweater I was wearing. I didn't have socks or gloves either, and my slender fingers were already numb from the cold. The light drizzle of rain would soon soak me if I didn't find shelter.

"Fine!" After staring at her for a moment, I turned around to leave.