"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
Helanie:
"Lamar!" I called for him again, and finally, he opened his eyes. This dude didn't even care who was sitting on his lap. The way he could barely blink made me feel bad for him. He was so drunk, and the girls around him were in full control of their senses.
"Hey, don't drag my friend away," Lamar complained, but his voice was barely audible.
"She was anyway leaving," the girl lied, but I shrugged her arm off and pushed her away. Now that I knew he was so wasted that he couldn't consent, I felt sick to my stomach.
"He can't even allow you on his lap," I hissed at her, and she acted like I had said something completely out of the blue.
"Did he push me away? No! So it means consent," she placed her hands on her hips and argued. Of course, she did. That was typical of her. I would've expected such a defense from her. She was Sydney's friend—they don't really care about people around them or their rights.