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 9
Veil.
My breath hitches, and I gawk at Dr. Eliza. I wasn't expecting that question.
It's been years. So long, I can't even remember.
I try to respond, but the words can't seem to pour out of me.
She clears her throat and arches a questioning brow at me.
"I'm sorry if it's too sensitive to ask, but I pretty much want to know because this concerns your health." She draws closer, my heart beginning to gallop in my chest. "When was the last time you had an intercourse with a proper um...orgasm?"
Last night, that's the first answer that comes to my mind, but I very much know that what happened last night wasn't sex.
Whatever Quin did to me last night was far from intercourse.
It's shameful to admit that I haven't indulged in any sexual activity despite how much my nature as a wolf demands it.
Just like water, sex is life. It keeps us together as well as our wolves. It boosts our strength.
My silence is enough to answer the doctor. Her face falls, and with a sigh, she looks through the clipboard again, probably checking out my results.
"What does it say, doc?" My voice comes out in a croak. I doubt she heard me.
However, she peers up at me and reveals. "I'm afraid, Veil, but you're developing Malignant Rutlock..."
I don't know what that means, but the weight of it shows it's a severe...disease.
"Can you...explain?"
"Rutlock disease spreads quickly like...cancer, which is common among humans. But to us werewolves, Rutlock causes distortion in heart rhythm, damages the reproductive system, affects your nerves and blood flow..." she lowers her voice, adding. "And kills the development of a wolf which is currently happening to you, Veil. Your wolf is being suppressed by the Rutlock disease..."
Hearing her say that, my eyes widen like saucers.
My wolf?
That is impossible.
I lost Lyra, my wolf, the day Ryder marked someone else and rejected me.
"From the test result, it shows your wolf is still new, so I'm guessing you're a late bloomer?"
"You're kidding, right, doc?" I sputter, hyperventilating.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I don't have a wolf anymore...I mean it...died."
She gasps, checking the record again, and then looks back at me.
"Did you suffer a rejection?" She asks.
I nod meekly, and a sympathetic look crosses her eyes.
"This is strange. The results show...you have another wolf growing inside of you."
I stall, feeling the rush of blood through my veins.
Now, it makes sense. That voice calling out to me while I was in the toilet wasn't just any voice.
It was another wolf rising inside me.
This has never happened before. One person with two wolves.
Is that a good thing?
"What does that make me, doc?"
She shakes her head, "I don't know yet, but...I'll have to research it. But whatever it is, you should know it's at risk. The disease is spreading so fast. Something has to be done."
I bite my lip, looking away.
"What's the best cure?" I voice out, and her next response sends my heart racing.
"Sexual intimacy. You'd need it constantly for the...better part of a year."
I snap my head up at her, shaking visibly.
"I don't have a mate anymore...there's no way I can..."
"I'm certain some unmated pack males will be willing to help?"
That suggestion twists my belly.
It's not going to work. Yes, the majority of unmated people do that, but given my situation in the pack as a traitor, which everyone thinks I am, no one would want to get involved with me.
Suddenly, thoughts about Quin come to my mind.
He's your only option now. You just need to...
No! I snap at the voice in my head, hating the idea of it.
There's no way I'm going to let him touch me again.
If Quin happens to be the last option I have, then I'd rather die than have him touch me. It doesn't matter if he spared my life.
Doctor Eliza seems to notice the battle raging in my mind. "Well, there are other options left, Veil." She adjusts her glasses. "There's a medicine called Lunar Aegis, which helps to suppress the effects of the Rutlock disease. It hinders it from spreading fast, but the only problem is that it's very expensive, and only the alpha king of the realm can authorize it for aging werewolves who don't have the stamina it takes to indulge in sexual activities."
Oh, that's... bizarre. It already sounds out of reach.
Reaching the alpha king for the medicine will be difficult. Only the council members of the packs in the werewolf league can contact the alpha king.
"Well. It's...definitely not going to work."
Doctor Eliza nods. "That's why getting a male to do that for you is the best option. Ever heard of the Elite party?" She continues in my silence. "It's held in Yellow River Pack every first Sunday of a new month. People go there to find their mates or a sex partner, so you might as well take your chance."
"Thank you, doc."
She scribbles something on the clipboard. "With that said, you're not to undertake hard tasks that'll increase your heart rate, such as running and whatnot. Eat healthy meals and occasionally...masturbate. It'll help. Any day you start seeing blood coming out of your nose, just bear it in mind the disease has reached its limit."
I force a smile and nod, mentally dreading her last statement.
"The nurses will be here soon to discharge you, Ms. Veil. Thanks for your cooperation." She takes her leave right after, and as the door closes, I drop my head back onto the pillow, eyes on the ceiling as I wonder what exactly to do now.
Quin, the voice chimes in again.
He'll do it. You have to go to him.
I turn on the bed, restless.
Between developing a new wolf and having the worst disease a wolf will ever have, I feel so stuck.
A couple of minutes later, a nurse comes into the ward and checks my vitals one last time before discharging me.
It's the peak of the night, and the streets are empty as I trudge my way back to the pack house.
Only the guards patrolling the pack house perimeters are awake.
They don't so much as look my way, which is good.
The melodic sound of water rushing out of the huge fountain in the center of the compound calms my frayed nerves as I clamber the cobblestone steps and into the silent house.
I walk into the kitchen, open the fridge, and see leftovers of pancakes.
I grab them and devour, taking a sip of cold water before walking up the steps to my bedroom.
Every move I make feels so agonizing, my nether parts aching, the walls around my heart closing in on itself.
I bite hard on my lip at the struggle until I reach the landing, heading to my old bedroom.
With three long strides down the hallway, I hear it, a deep moan of pleasure coming from the door on the other side of the hallway.
"Ahhh. Yes, fuck...so...good..."
Curiosity pushes my legs to move in the other direction. My throat tightens as I pause before the door, which is thankfully ajar.
Taking a sneak peek, my heart drops to my toes.
Tbc.
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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.