"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?
Helanie:
"That's his stuff," I stepped aside to show him Norman's coat. I didn't know what it was, but the way Kaye was reacting seemed a little off.
"Oh, so he came here and…" Kaye narrowed his eyes at the coat, "…got a bit too comfortable?" It seemed like he was talking more to himself now.
"What did he come for?" he asked again. I glanced around and spotted the papers on the table.
"He came for a signature," I replied, pointing at the documents.
Kaye walked over to the table, picked up the papers, then slowly turned back to look at me.
"He came here to ask for your signature personally and then just left his coat behind? Since when did he get so comfortable—," he paused, as if he were unraveling some hidden conspiracy.
"I don't know. He was refusing to leave until I had signed," I responded, still holding the robe in my hands.