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Caught Between The Big Bad Alphas Novel Cover

Caught Between The Big Bad Alphas

“Do you know what arousal tastes like, little wolf?” The rich deepness of his voice dripped into her ears like honey. His grip on her thighs was firm, scalding, even as her legs wrapped around him. Those emerald eyes darkened with a hunger that ignited every heat pore inside of her. Behind her, Evander’s lean athletic figure pressed against her back, sandwiching her between them. His face buried deep in her neck and the messy red hair sending tingles down her spine with every brush against her cheek. “I'll tell you,” he rasped, answering his brother's question. “It tastes like submission... salt, sweat, and the sweet little whimpers she tries to hide from us.” ****** Rochelle thought agreeing to an open relationship with her long-time crush would bring her closer to love, until he leaked a private video and humiliated her in front of the entire school. Heartbroken and furious, she turns to the last people anyone would expect: the cold, dangerous Rogue Princes, her new stepbrothers and Darren’s worst enemies. They agree to help her destroy him… but only if she plays their twisted game. Fake romance by day and their dirty little secret by night. But they say you should never make a deal with the devil because he won't stop until there's nothing left of you. In her case, there were three of them. And the worst thing she did was fall for them.
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Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up to an empty apartment and twenty missed calls from my mother.

Shit! What the hell happened last night? Did I pass out? Why am I in just my underwear?

My head was spinning but I knew I had to get home this instant. I couldn't find Daren anywhere, so I just grabbed my things and dashed out of the building.

I took a cab home and on getting there, I met my mother's scolding but worried expression.

“Where did you sleep last night? I have been trying to call you all night!” She exclaimed.

“I'm sorry, Mom. I went to hang out with some friends and lost track of time,” I lied. I knew she would kill me if she found out I slept out with a boy. Plus, she always wanted me to have friends so it was easy to convince her. “Please let me come in, I'm already late for school.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “I'll let you off the hook this time, but don't ever do that again.”

I hugged her, “Thanks, Mom, you're the best.”

I tried to run in when she stopped me, “Rochelle, wait!”

My heart skipped. Goddess, what is it this time? Am I about to get into trouble?

“My fiancée will be coming over with his family this weekend. I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it,” she said and a smile formed on my lips.

“Of course, Mom. I can't wait to see the man who brought back your beautiful smile,” I said. “I also need to thank him for getting me into my dream school.”

She gave a beautiful smile. “Of course, thank you, honey.”

I blew her a kiss and dashed to my room to get dressed. I didn't eat breakfast because I had already missed first period.

However, on getting to school, everything changed. The funny looks everyone was giving me, the pointing of hands, the laughter…

I mean, it was part of my daily life here but there was just something different about today. Every single soul was staring at me.

I clung tightly to my backpack, feeling my throat go dry. I was nervous and worried, and I even had to check what I was wearing, just in case.

Then I noticed something. They were all looking at something on their phones and pointing at me. I slowly took out my phone, just in case and checked the school blog.

That was when my worst nightmare came true.

There were screenshots and screen records of me from a live stream, touching myself and begging Darren to take me already.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as my body temperature fluctuated between hot and cold.

“This… this cannot be real…” My body swayed as my knees went weak. I was confused and horrified.

I didn’t have any memories of this. When the hell did this happen?

How could Darren do this to me?

A FEW HOURS LATER

“You should be thanking me, Rochelle. No one even looked at you before that video.”

The words hit my skull like a slap.

“What did you just say?” I whispered, every ounce of air in my lungs evaporating. I had gone through five hours of hell, slut-shaming and embarrassment, hoping that there was some sort of explanation for this and this was all he could say?

Darren let out a lazy laugh, like he was the one being inconvenienced. Resting on him was Sophia who seemed very amused by the situation. Baxi and Liam were present too. They were all watching.

“I made you relevant, sweetheart. Before me, you were just the pathetic omega everyone stepped over. Now? You’re the girl everyone’s talking about. You’re welcome.”

“Are you being serious right now?” I raised my voice, letting all the anger I felt seep through it. “You think this is funny? How could you film me without my knowledge? You started a freaking live stream while I was drunk and…”

“Hold on,” he cut me short. “Don’t act like some innocent victim now. You practically begged me to watch you. You wanted to prove you were worth it, remember? You said ‘anything.’ Anything, Rochelle.”

My heart thundered. I couldn't believe my ears.

“I didn't know what I was doing. I don't remember…”

“You said yes. You smiled for the freaking camera,” he accused. “This is your mess, Rochelle. You stripped. Moaned my name like a pornstar. You put on a show. What did you think was going to happen? You wanted to prove you're better than all the other girls, right? So why the hell are you yelling now?”

“I didn't ask for any of that?!” I screamed at him. “You know that!”

“Maybe next time, don’t act like a cheap toy if you can’t handle being played with,” he hissed. “Now get lost, I was busy before you came.”

The boys laughed as the words pierced through my heart.

“You heard him, little whore. Move!” Baxi snapped.

“You have to take down that video and tell everyone the truth!” I demanded. He was silent for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter.

“And why would I do that?” He raised a brow. “You know you are really pathetic, Roch. Even in an open relationship, you couldn't even get one boy here to look at you. I didn't even have to worry about you cheating because you couldn't bag the ugliest boy in Silverstone even if you tried.”

Tears pooled in my eyes. “So it's suddenly okay to talk about our relationship in front of your friends?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “It was their idea after all.”

“I was so certain she wouldn't fall for it but fuck man, the bitch was completely head over heels,” Liam laughed and my heart squeezed so hard I couldn't breathe.

This was… this was all a game? He played with my feelings just so his friends could get a good laugh?

“Who knew you had such fire in you, Anderson?” Baxi mocked. “You should give us another show. I'd happily fuck you for free.”

“You know you're really shameless and desperate, Roch,” Sophia huffed. “Even after hearing all that, you haven't even said anything remotely close to break up.”

The boys burst into laughter.

“Break up with me?” Darren asked. “She’ll do anything for me if I just say the word. Trust me when I say, I will keep using her until I decide to discard her myself.”

A tear rolled down my cheeks. I didn't understand any of it. Why… why would he do this to me?

“Why…” my voice cracked. “Why would you hurt me this way… I did nothing to you…”

Darren sighed and got up. “You know what, Roch? Let's make a deal. I'll tell everyone the truth and take down the video on one condition.”

I wanted nothing to do with his stupid games. I just wanted to go home and cry and never step foot in this place ever again.

“Normally I would have said if you can get someone hotter than me to date you, but then I realised there are only three people in the whole of Silverstone who can get me jealous and they would never spare a lowly slut like you a second glance,” Darren snorted and they laughed.

I knew exactly who he was talking about. The Triplet Alphas. The ice kings of Silverstone who have never uttered a word or even spared anyone a glance since they joined Silverstone last month.

Rumors had it that they were from MoonCrest Pack, a werewolf pack that was three times superior to SilverStone in both resources and power. Which made it a serious wonder what they were doing in Silverstone.

They surpassed Darren in every way. Looks, brains and even talent. They were a league of their own and intimidated everyone, including Darren.

“Oh please! In her dreams!” Sophia snorted. “I couldn't even get them to look at me and I'm the hottest girl in Silverstone.”

“Listen Roch,” Darren called my attention once again. “If you can get anyone to date you. I mean even the ugliest wolf in Silverstone to look at you after this viral video, then I'll confess. Who knows, I might even consider letting you have a taste of me like you've always wanted.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just stared at him.

And in that moment, something inside me snapped. Since they wanted a show, I swore to give them one they would never forget. No matter what it took.

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