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

I wished I had been quick and called Norman. But the minute I looked down at my phone, he would have attacked me. The only reason he had retained the conversation for this long was because he knew I wasn't planning any backup at the moment.

"Aww, what do you plan to do with that, huh? Call my brothers to come fight me for you?" he sneered. "Such a nasty one you are, huh? I knew you were dangerous. A beautiful creature who lures men and makes them follow her orders."

The way he described me was horrible. That wasn't who I was. His words triggered some past trauma.

"You know that's not me," I uttered shakily.

"I don't care," he replied, and came at me again, swinging the knife.

I ducked, the blade slicing the air just above my head. I grabbed a chair and shoved it at him. It hit his chest and knocked him back into the bookshelf. Books fell all around him.

690-My Baby Was Sacrificed