
Once Rejected: A Slave To My Alpha Stepbrothers
I thought running from the mate who used me as a pawn and rejected me would be the end of my cruel fate.
I was wrong.
I ran straight into a pack that didn't just hate me, but also wanted me dead.
My alpha stepbrothers: Quin, Rio, and Hunter.
They're called the Three Devils: dangerous, wild, and untamed.
Quin wants to claim my rut. Rio wants to mark me. And Hunter? He's ready to burn the world just to make me his.
But the Moon Goddess doesn't play fair. Pack laws don't bend...not even for Alphas.
And now we're trapped in a web of fate that will either bind us together or tear us apart completely.
This is a dangerous game, and I dread who the winner will be: the feral alpha, the biker president, or the sex god?
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Chapter 4
Veil.
Six years away from the pack didn't prepare me for this moment. The pack square is crowded, murmurs rippling from every corner.
They spill curses at me as I'm forced to stand on the stage, facing the whole Moonbloom pack.
That word "traitor" is hurled from every side.
Some of them have placards raised in the air with things like;
"There's no place for thieves in our land."
"She's the reason Alpha Moon died, kill her."
"She stole our peace!"
"She brought the curse upon our land!!"
I gawk at them all, the rage on their faces unmistakable.
My stepfather is dead? What happened to him?
What curse are they talking about exactly?
Despite my efforts, no one provides a clear answer. I don't understand what they're accusing me of, so eager to kill me.
My eyes search for Quin. He was being crowned the pack's alpha the night I eloped with Ryder, so he should be here to explain things.
Yet there's no sign of him, just the elders.
Their mean faces mirror the angry mob as they examine me.
Before I can ask any questions, one of the elders speaks, addressing the crowd.
"Moonbloom, let us all be calm now that the fugitive has been caught." Hush settles over the pack square as the elder speaks. Regardless, I can feel the anger and eagerness pouring out from the people.
"Our prayers have been answered by the goddess; now it is time for us to recover our stolen treasure." The elder looks at me briefly before adding. "If we do not retrieve it as we've hoped, the crowd will decide the fate of the thief."
Murmurs rise again, slithering through charged air and blending with rising dread inside me.
They pull me forward into the town hall, my hands restrained like a prisoner as we walk in tow with the pack elders.
I was expecting a little bit of mockery and anger from my family once I returned, but not the rage of the whole pack, claiming I stole their treasure when I ran.
Can't they see that I'm innocent?
Nothing really makes sense now, and I hope to get clarifications soon.
The double oak doors of the hall groan as the warriors pull them open.
The scent of the mahogany chairs slithers through my nose as we enter the hall.
They push me down to my knees at the center, the elders taking their respective positions with scowls on their weathered faces.
Now that everywhere is quiet, no overlapping voices and curses being hurled at me, I find my voice.
"What did I do?" My voice is hoarse, broken. I've witnessed enough horrors these past few days; I can't stomach another. "You can't just arrest me for nothing. I'm innocent."
Currently, I don't know if being here is worse than being with Ryder.
"You'll be released once you return the treasure you stole from us, Veil." Elder James spits, glowering.
I whoosh out a breath in shock, shaking my head.
"What treasure are you talking about? I didn't steal anything." I bark, my voice ricocheting off the walls.
He sighs, leaning forward in his seat. "Are you trying to deny you didn't steal the Moonstone the night you fled from the pack six years ago?"
My face pales at his accusations. Fighting against the nerves wracking through me, I hiss. "I'm innocent. I don't know anything about the moonstone."
They cackle in contempt at me. Elder Rayna rises up, glaring hot daggers at me.
"Are you aware that your treachery is the reason the pack hasn't progressed in six years? Not to mention Alpha Quin, who has been stuck in his lycan form since the night you stole the moonstone."
I pause and look at them in disbelief.
Did she just say Quin has been stuck in his lycan form for the past six years?
If any wolf or lycan gets stuck in their beast form for long, there are chances they'll go feral, and given the way they whisper about it, the expressions on their faces, it can only mean one thing...
Quin has gone feral.
How come I never knew about any of this?
Great, Ryder cut off the only ties I have to my pack.
A giant knot forms in my belly as panic registers.
This is more dangerous than I thought.
They're already convinced that I stole the moonstone, the only treasure that binds the alpha between our world and the other realm.
The alpha heir is supposed to be in his other form during coronations until the ceremony is done, and that night, Quin was in his lycan form.
This means the moonstone was stolen during the ceremony, and I eloped during the ceremony.
How coincidental!
This is a big mess.
I shouldn't have returned if I knew this was what happened.
Someone stole the moonstone, and they're framing me for it.
Given their anger right now, they'll never believe I'm innocent.
I should run far away, but it's too late to run.
I've been captured, and they're going to kill me; that's one of the rules of the pack: never steal the royal property. If anyone does it, they'll be stoned to death.
My body trembles. "I'm telling you the truth, I didn't steal the moonstone. You've got to believe me." I beg because that's the only thing I can do now.
I can't let them kill me for a crime I didn't commit.
Tears stain my cheeks, my lips wobbling as I gush more words of plea.
"I only eloped with my mate, I swear I didn't take the moonstone."
"We expected you to deny it, Veil. But the truth is clear, you betrayed our pack, and you shall pay the price."
Elder James hits the gavel over the mallet, signaling their final decision.
"For your treachery to the pack, Veil Nightsaw, I, hereby sentence you to..."
"Objection, elder James." A loud voice echoes in the hall, halting elder James' words.
Everyone is tense, and silence descends as the doors of the hall are pushed open.
There, the person I least expected will stand up for me, the person I've never set my eyes on for the past six years, strides into the hall.
His presence ripples with power and commands attention. He walks like God himself as he roams his eyes around the hall until they settle on me and darken.
Rio.
My stepbrother and the son of Alpha Moon's second Luna.
His large frame towers over me, a strange glint in his eyes.
Is he here to help me?
Does he know that I'm innocent?
"A-alpha...we weren't...expecting you here." James stutters, looking at Rio like a scared cat.
"I came as soon as I heard the news." He drawls, walking past me to where James is seated. "I wouldn't like to pass up an opportunity like this."
There's a strange depth to his voice as he looks at me intently. I try to keep my body from cowering under his gaze, but it's difficult.
Rio's gaze sets my body ablaze, tingles shooting through my veins.
"Don't you think sentencing Veil to death saves her from the real punishment of her crimes?"
The breath stalls in my lungs immediately upon hearing his words.
He isn't here to help me. Rio's here to convict me just like the others.
I thought as much. He's always hated me, and there's no way he'll go from being the bane of my existence to my savior.
James looks from him to me, asking. "If I may ask, alpha, what do you think serves as a better punishment for her crime?"
Rio responds just as quickly. "The full moon is tonight, which means tonight is Alpha Quin's rut. None of the females in the past could serve him during his rut, which has led to the deaths of how many...?" He looks around for answers, and another elder supplies.
"Ten."
"Great. Ten lives." His eyes roam back to me. "It's only fitting that the woman who left Quin in that position suffer a cruel fate at his hands before death claims her."
"Noo...please. Don't do this. I didn't steal the moonstone." I plead, feeling my chest constricting from the cruel fate that awaits me.
"As you've said it, alpha, so shall it be." James echoes with resolve, hitting the gavel one last time. "Take her away." He orders the warriors.
"Rio," I taste his name on my lips for the first time, and I notice the way he flinches and swallows, pinning his hazel eyes on me. "I didn't do anything, you've got to believe."
His expression deadpans, hands crossed over his groin as he watches me being dragged away from the hall.
This time, they're taking me to my greatest enemy, Quin.
Hot tears pour down, and tremors overwhelm me.
They take me to the pack house, where they spend hours preparing me for disaster.
At the first appearance of the moon, the warriors led me to the cellar.
I descend the stairs to the old cellar with my heart in my throat, blood pounding through me in waves. I nearly bolt, but the guards surrounding me make it impossible.
I watch them pry the locks open, metal doors rattling like a curse in the night as they give way. Then they gesture for me to move inside.
I do.
The scent of iron and salt hangs thick in the air, flooding my nostrils. I can hardly breathe past it.
And I see it, the imposing lycan growling with sexual lust in his eyes as he prowls back and forth in the cellar.
He's so large I've to crane my head up to his gaze and the minute his cold, beastly eyes connect with mine, my jaw drops open.
Quin.
He's danger personified.
Slimy saliva dribbles from his maw as he snarls into my face, sending chills down my spine.
My gaze trails past his face to his chest and pectorals down to his V-line, where I glimpse his impossibly large shaft gleaming red at the tip. Heat flares through my body, hitching my heartbeat.
"Oh, goodness!" I scream at the sheer size of it.
No, I can't do this.
I backtrack a step and then bolt for the door, but the beast beats me to it.
His paw-hand encircles my waist, hauling me into his solid chest with possessive force. His silent alpha command floods through me, my knees buckling until they meet the floor.
I succumb to his will. To his power, panting hard as his claws rip my dress away from me.
A primal growl tears from him at the sight of my bare skin. Before I can brace myself, he claims me, surging into my warmth in one brutal thrust that crushes my breath.
"Oh!!" I moan, overwhelmed by the fullness of him, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Tbc.
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I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched.
As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator.
My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir.
Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable.
I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur.
When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy.
I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

7.9
Rose was so naive that she didn't know Jonah, her ex-fiancé, was cheating on her even before her wedding day. On the night before her wedding, she caught him cheating on her with the last person she would ever expect him to be with, Rebecca.
Out of anger and spite, she cursed at them and left, then went and got herself drunk and made out with a mafia don, who, oblivious to her, was her fiancé's stepbrother and his boss.
On the day of the wedding, she stormed in and canceled it, calling Jonah out. After the embarrassment, Jonah vowed to make her life miserable. She tried to get a job, but it was almost impossible because of the influence Jonah had.
So she went to the greatest mafia don that her friend Lucy recommended to her. When she went to ask for his help, the don turned out to be the mysterious man who had been showing interest in her, but she had kept declining. Unbeknownst to her, he was her ex-fiancé's boss and stepbrother.
She asked for his help, and he offered it, of course, but on one condition.that she would be his mistress !.

8.1
One wardrobe malfunction.
Two people who don't belong together.
Three awful "Be my wife."
Everyone else is at this party to marry the host.
I'm only here until I can get a ride home.
When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction,
I go find somewhere quiet to fix it.
So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when,
As my luck would have it, the door opens...
And the man of the hour walks in.
I wish I could say I played it cool.
But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit...
Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on.
All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers.
But Ivan has other ideas.
He's decided who he's taking to the altar...
And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."

8.1
Samira James has two weeks left.
Two weeks until she turns eighteen.
Two weeks until everything changes.
And a few months left trapped in high school with the boy she hates most.
Calvin Simms has been her enemy for as long as she can remember. Popular, untouchable, and the living reminder of a childhood misunderstanding neither of them ever corrected. Their interactions are sharp, heated, and carefully controlled.
Until they aren't.
As months pass, tension replaces silence.
Jealousy replaces indifference.
And lines blur where hatred once lived.
With rivals watching, secrets resurfacing, and temptation growing harder to ignore, Samira must decide if sticking to her rules is worth denying what her body and her heart are already choosing.
Because some mistakes feel too good to stop.
And sometimes...
you don't fall for the person you want.
You fall for the one you swore to hate.

8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

8.9
I walked in on my fiancé sleeping with my maid of honor...
On the day of our wedding.
I did what anyone would do:
Threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry.
But then something else happened.
Something unexpected.
In that quiet place...
Someone found me.
Anton Stepanov is like something out of a dream.
Scratch that: out of a nightmare.
He's rich as sin, arrogant as heck, and way too handsome for his own good.
He's also way too handsome for mine.
So when he offers me his hand and a way out of the worst day of my life, I do the only thing I can do:
I say yes.
That's how I ended up on his yacht.
That's how I ended up in his bed.
That's how I ended up pregnant with his baby.