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

"Helanie, please open the door," he had been calling out for me while I cried in the bathroom.

Ever since he told me I would lose, I had locked myself in—but not before I cried loudly in front of him. I don't do that in front of anyone.

But I don't know why I get so comfortable with him. Or maybe… I love showing him that he's the reason I'm so hurt.

But a person would only do that when they know the person they're crying in front of would care.

Did I, deep down, know Norman cared?

I mean—more than what he showed?

He shut up when I opened the door and faced him. He instantly stepped back, fixing his white shirt.

"What? What do I need to look at? Show me," I said with my whole chest, challenging him—and as I kept moving forward, he kept stepping back from me with a weird look on his face.

516-Kiss Or Slap?