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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 · Fantasi
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304 Chs

31-Mr. Rune Nightmare

Helanie:

I don't remember waking up to such happiness before. My mother had a radiant smile on her lips as she gently roused me from sleep.

"Your dad and I have been waiting for you at the breakfast table. He made your favorite banana pancakes," she said, walking over to the large closet to pick out a dress for me. But something felt off.

Her face.

Why did she look like a stranger? I couldn't recall ever seeing this face before, but deep inside, I knew this was supposed to be my mother.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, likely noticing me lost in thought.

"Did you change your hairstyle or makeup?" I asked as I got out of bed, moving toward her and cupping her face in my hands.

Her smile was so warm and comforting. Yet, the strange feeling of not recognizing her face was unsettling. She was so loving and kind, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings by asking anything foolish.