5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed
WARNING, Mature Themed Content/1 She-Wolf Vs 5 Alphas
Three years ago, my father betrayed my mother, shattering our lives and forcing us into exile.
Now, at seventeen, everything is about to change.
My mother has found a second chance--with none other than the famous Alpha Thomas Blackthorn of the powerful Blackridge Pack.
She's ready to start over, and I have no choice but to follow her into this new world ruled by dominance, secrets, and desire.
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"I promise," his voice scraped raw, "I won't claim you completely. Not until your wolf wakes."
His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, hooking under the lace of my panties.
"But you'll help me before that."
His body pinned me down, muscles taut, skin scorching.
His knee wedged between them, forcing me open. Then his grip tightened, pulling my legs shut again-
His body pressed hard against the tight clasp of my legs, moving with a raw intensity.
I snapped my eyes shut, but that only heightened everything else-
The heat of him.
The contact of skin. The way my body betrayed me, a traitorous throb building-
Shame. Shame. Shame.
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Chapter 5
Lilith's POV
"Miss, we've arrived. Miss!"
A voice pulled me from sleep. I jolted awake, nearly smacking my forehead on the seat in front of me.
"We're at school now, miss," the driver said.
My eyes shot to the seat beside me--empty. I looked outside the window and caught a glimpse of a tall figure walking away.
Daegan. Of course he didn't wake me.
That was just like him.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I scrambled out of the car. I needed to get to class fast--I hadn't finished my homework thanks to Kieran keeping me busy all weekend.
Soon after, my best--okay, only--friend at this school, Brielle, arrived. She plopped down next to me, already mid-sentence.
"You didn't finish the homework?!"
I looked up and met her wide, shocked blue eyes. My face immediately felt hot.
It wasn't totally my fault. If it weren't for Kieran...
"Almost done," I said, flipping to a blank page in my notebook. "Just a little left."
Brielle suddenly leaned in, and the soft scent of citrus from her shampoo floated over to me. She always smelled light and clean--completely different from the suffocating dominance of the Blackthorn alphas.
"You're so pretty, Lili."
There it was--her daily compliment. She said something like that at least three times a day, and I still had no idea how to respond.
But today, her gaze froze.
"Wait...do you have a boyfriend?"
My heart stopped. I instinctively pulled back so fast my head almost hit the locker behind me.
Damn it, Kieran. Damn the mark. Damn our instincts.
"There's a hickey right here," Brielle whispered, pointing toward my neck. "Someone definitely kissed you."
My brain scrambled for a lie. My throat felt dry.
"It's just a bug bite," I said, too quickly.
She scrunched her nose. "It must've been a huge one. That looks painful."
"It's...it's fine." My voice was barely a whisper.
Thankfully, she let it go and changed the subject. "Lili, do you want to sleep over at my place tonight? My parents are out of town."
My whole body tensed.
Ever since moving into the Blackridge Pack, I'd gotten used to being judged. I wasn't sure if Brielle's parents would be like her...or if they'd try to keep her away from me too.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
Brielle pouted. "My brother's not home either...come on, please?" She tugged at my sleeve, her voice soft and pleading. "I'm always alone. You'd be my first friend to ever come over."
My ears caught the quickening beat of her heart--she was nervous.
"First?" I was honestly surprised. With her bright personality, I thought she'd have people over all the time.
She looked down slightly, her smile dimming. "I used to have friends...but they weren't real. Their eyes always had something else behind them."
And then I understood.
It wasn't that Brielle didn't have friends. It was that she could tell which smiles were fake. And she'd decided I was real.
The least I could do was return that trust.
"Okay," I said softly. "I'll come home with you tonight."
After school, I didn't wait for Daegan. I texted the driver and followed Brielle instead.
Daegan wouldn't care anyway.
Her house wasn't far from mine, but it felt completely different--warm, inviting, like an actual home instead of a cold estate.
Brielle was so excited she practically dragged me inside before the car had even fully stopped.
"Our chef is amazing--" she started, then froze mid-sentence.
A pair of men's dress shoes sat by the entrance.
"Jarek?" Her voice jumped an octave.
I followed her gaze and saw a tall figure sitting on the living room couch.
Something in me pulled back instinctively.
Maybe it was because I was getting close to shifting for the first time, but I was way too sensitive to Alpha energy lately.
And this one...this one felt dangerous.
"I'm home for a few days," he said, setting aside his tablet.
Then he stood and walked toward me with calm, smooth movements.
"Hi, I'm Jarek. Brielle's brother."
He held out a hand--large, clean, perfectly trimmed nails. Everything about him screamed control.
I hesitated, then took it. The moment our skin touched, a faint spark ran up my arm.
I nearly pulled back, but his fingers lightly squeezed mine. Not rough, but enough to leave me uneasy.
That feeling stayed with me the rest of the night.
Later, when someone knocked on the guest room door, I realized I should've trusted my instincts.
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After demanding a divorce, Eleanor is left with nothing but debt and despair-until she rescues an injured, amnesiac werewolf named Martin. Everything changes when this mysterious stranger enters her life.
Ethan Lawrence, heir to the Ashclaw Pack, lost everything after a brutal attack-until Eleanor saved his life. Living as "Martin," he fell for the woman who gave him a home despite having nothing.
When his memory returns, Ethan reveals his true identity and systematically destroys everyone who hurt her. But as Carl realizes what he's lost and a mysterious Alpha from the Obsidianfang Pack circles closer, Ethan must prove he's not just Eleanor's savior-he's the mate she deserves.
Can a broken Luna learn to trust again, or will the Alphas surrounding her destroy the fragile life she's rebuilding?
8.2
The prophecy didn't save me, it claimed me.
Death was not her ending...... it was her rebirth.
Awakened into a world of gods, bloodlines, and ancient curses, she learns that her second life is bound to a prophecy written long before she existed. Marked by divine blood and hunted by fate, she becomes the one Olympus never wanted to rise again.
As secrets unfold and forbidden bonds form, she must decide whether to obey the destiny forced upon her or defy the gods who control her future. But prophecies always demand a price, and some rebirths are meant to destroy the world that created them.
Because being reborn under a cursed prophecy means there is no escape, only fate.
8.5
"Oh. God, Eli, please! I'm not on the pills," I gasped, my fingers clawing at his shoulders.
"With a pussy as sweet as that?" he growled against my neck. "Jett was the loser. I'm not. I'm gonna fuck this pussy till the end. Afraid you're gonna have my child?"
My head dropped as a shudder ripped through me. "You're crazy!"
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You're mine now. My woman. And I'm gonna fuck you until this pretty body of yours only knows me."
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Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew.
Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie.
Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett's younger brother.
What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate.
Rowanne swears it can't happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he's determined to claim her. And this time, he won't lose.
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
7.1
For ten years, my family kept me locked away, forcing me to play the part of a broken, mentally unstable girl. They controlled me with sedatives and treated me like a ghost in my own home, a prisoner in a gilded cage.
But I had a secret. I was a world-famous anonymous artist with a hidden fortune, and I had an escape plan. On the day of my cousin's wedding, my rebellion was accidentally witnessed by a dangerous stranger who saw the predator beneath my fragile mask.
To silence him, I dragged him into a dark closet. The encounter turned raw and reckless, a violent collision I used as the perfect cover for my escape. I vanished with a new name and a one-way ticket to a new life, leaving him with nothing but a bloodstain and the bitter taste of betrayal.
I thought I was free, that I had successfully buried the girl I was forced to be and the man I was forced to use.
Three months later, on a superyacht in Monaco, he found me. He wasn't just some wealthy guest; he was the ruthless head of a powerful crime syndicate, and I was trapped in his private penthouse. He locked the door, his eyes black with possessive rage.
"The game is over," he whispered. "This time, you're not running."
8.1
Aria once believed in forever-until her husband Zane Callahan shattered her world with a divorce that felt like a death sentence.
Broken, betrayed, and bleeding from the loss of their unborn child, she disappeared into the shadows and rebuilt herself as a one-week wife-for-hire.
No strings. No scars. No emotions.
Until Kane Callahan walked in.
He needed a bride to inherit his dying father's empire. She needed one more contract before vanishing again. But one thing neither expected? The tangled past that bound them-because Kane is Zane's estranged brother.
Aria swore she would never love again.
Kane swore he would never forgive.
But secrets don't stay buried. And neither do hearts that never truly stopped beating.
By Monday, the contract ends.
By Monday, someone will break!
By Monday, a love built on lies might just be the only truth worth saving.