
Caught Between Two Alphas' sons
For five blissful years, I loved Ryder with all my heart. But one day, he just disappeared, leaving me broken and cynical about love. My family's life also fell apart. Dad died in a tragic accident, and my brother, Alex, was framed and jailed.
Desperate to free Alex, I latched onto Bran, feigning innocence to exploit his power. Out of the blue, Ryder returned, showering me with affection and vowing to save Alex.
But our reunion was short - lived. When I discovered he only pursued me because I resembled his past lover, we split. Just when I foolishly thought we could reclaim our old love, his new fiancée coldly disclosed that it was all a vengeful scheme against Bran. My heart, once again, was shattered into a million pieces.
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Chapter 3
My face drained of color.
Ryder whispered "Think Bran will believe you're loyal?"
"Gag me if you don't want a sound."
I froze.
Then, he opened his mouth, ready to expose us.
Panicked, I yanked him down.
He buried his head in my neck leaving stinging marks.
Just then, Bran's voice boomed, "Baby?" as he turned the handle, my heart thundered.
Huddled in the corner, I clung to Ryder, praying for a miracle.
"I'm here," I croaked.
Bran's voice filtered through the door once again, laced with a tinge of suspicion.
"Why's it taking so long?"
"I think I left my special werewolf - protection charm at the car. Could you go get it for me? It's really important."
Bran was silent for a moment.
"Alright, stay put. I'll be right back."
I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that I had bought myself some time, but also dreading what would happen next with Ryder still in the room.
As soon as Bran left, I summoned all my strength and shoved Ryder away .
"You're really going to stay loyal to him?" he asked.
Then, before I could respond, as if consumed by a fit of jealousy, he blurted out impulsively, "You're not a virgin anymore. What's there to be so protective about?"
"I've had four or five relationships after you, and I treated them all the same."
Ryder's face darkened.
"Leave now. I don't owe you anything. Cut out this crazy act. You say you love me? If you hadn't seen me suddenly, you wouldn't even remember who I am."
Ryder's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.
Ryder suddenly lunged at me wordlessly, tearing at my skirt like a madman.
I clung to his wrists, my nails almost digging into his skin. "Ryder, don't..."
Ryder showed no mercy.
"Ryder!" I was on the verge of tears.
But Ryder was in a frenzy, completely ignoring me.
"Isabelle....." Ryder looked at me, my face as pale as if all the blood had been drained from my body. For a moment, he seemed to be transported back five years.
Back then, he had held me just like this, filled with heart - wrenching tenderness. But now, everything had changed.
Suddenly, Ryder swept me off my feet.
I drove my elbow backwards with all my might.
He winced in pain and loosened his grip, and I stumbled back into the corner.
Just then, a clear voice of a waiter came from outside the restroom.
"Lady, are you okay in there?"
I crouched in the corner, breathing heavily "I'm here..."
The waiter seemed to sense something was wrong. "Are you safe out there. Could you open the door?"
Leaning against the wall, my legs weak, I forced myself to stand up and tried to calm down.
After a few seconds, I reached out to unlock the door.
The door opened slowly, just a crack.
The waiter saw my disheveled hair and terrified eyes, and his face was filled with worry. "Do you need any help? Is someone bullying you?"
"Thank you, I'm fine. Could you get me a glass of hot water?"
"Sure. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call." The waiter left reluctantly, looking back at me several times.
Suddenly, just as the waiter turned the corner of the corridor, he was stopped by Bran .
The waiter told Bran that I looked extremely flustered and was in a very strange state. Upon hearing this, Bran immediately strode quickly in this direction.
At that very moment, Ryder also stepped out of the VIP room.
The two men faced each other on a narrow path, and their eyes met instantly.
Bran sized Ryder up with a wary look in his eyes and said coldly, "What are you doing here? "
A mocking smile curled up on Ryder's lips. "You're meddling too much, aren't you? Do you really think you can control everything about her?"
Bran's face darkened, and he was about to flare up when my voice came from behind. "Bran."
Bran immediately turned around and walked quickly to my side.
Seeing my disheveled state, his heart ached. "What happened to you? Did he bully you?"
I leaned into Bran's arms, my eyes welling up with tears. "I'm okay, just a little scared."
Bran gently patted my back to soothe me, then turned to look at Ryder, his eyes full of warnings. "Stay away from her, or don't blame me for being ruthless."
Ryder let out a cold laugh. "Ruthless? What can you do? "
Ryder's gaze, sharp as that of a hawk, locked onto me firmly.
I forced myself to stay calm.
Before I could open my mouth , Bran, like a protective bull guarding its calf, swiftly stepped to the side and blocked me with his body.
"Stay the hell away from her. You've caused enough trouble already."
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