AlexisDee

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training.
"Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath.
I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch.
"If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine.
Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk?
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When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away.
That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother.
What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons.
Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes?
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Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

In the last ten minutes of him receiving the news of the hurricane and how he had to take shelter in the pack until midnight, Emmet had shown extreme anxiety. He had his fist under his chin, and his eyes were fixed. His breathing was erratic though.

"Did you have to do something after getting home?" I asked after I couldn't just sit and watch him get all anxious and irritated.

"No—yeah! I have to do—umm—I have to—I have to be somewhere," he was sweating and stuttering hard. I noticed how he was squeezing his fist tightly and would release his fingers before doing it again.

"Emmet—what is happening? It's okay, you can ask your brothers to fill in for you," I suggested in a mild and comforting tone to help him feel better.

"Brothers, yes! Let me call Norman," he said, and I realized he had been so anxious that he hadn't even called his brother.

260-The Shady Motel