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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

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82-The Stepbro I Needed

Helanie:

"They have the best coffee," Emmet said as he placed an order for both of us. He ordered a variety of dishes, making it clear he was ready to devour them all.

He had casually rolled up his sleeves, even the cuffs of his coat, without a second thought about ruining the sharp creases.

The weather was pleasant. This pack was a small one but I believe they had some affiliation with the rogue king.

"I'm sorry for not accepting that bag. I just don't want your brothers to think I'm a gold digger," I said, initiating the topic myself. Sitting across from him made my cheeks flush with heat.

"Why do you care what they think?" he asked, his gaze steady. "You see, they've realized that by calling you a gold digger, they can manipulate you. The moment you stop accepting help, they win. Tell me something."