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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?

AlexisDee · Fantasia
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96 Chs

52-Wrapped Around Her Finger

Norman:

"Well, I guess this time the Moon Goddess really wants you to stop bothering us," I said, pressing down on the gas. It was a long drive ahead, but I knew her injuries weren't life-threatening.

I had already arranged for doctors and nurses to be ready upon our arrival. Our family farmhouse was a beautiful place, rich with greenery and memories. After hours on the road, I finally pulled up to the house.

The ambulance, along with a team of medical staff, was already there.

"Take her inside," I instructed, adjusting my shirt. It was 8 a.m., and I hadn't slept a wink all night. Still, the serene morning weather was refreshing. I took a deep breath, letting myself relax for a moment as I watched the paramedics lift her onto a stretcher.

She looked so defeated, so alone. My small smile faded as I recalled the sound of her pained breathing, her voice heavy with sorrow.