Claimed by My Stepbrothers

Saoirse The forest swallowed my scream as rough hands grabbed me, yanking me backward. “Got you!” one of them snarled, twisting my arms behind me. “Let me go, you creeps!” I thrashed against their grip, heels digging into the dirt, but it was no use. One of them shoved me against a tree, the bark biting into my spine. I hissed in pain. “Enough.” A gruff voice cut through the chaos. The Senior Warrior stepped forward, his face grim, as he snapped a chain around my wrists. “Come quietly, and you'll be placed under your mother's protection.” I barked out a laugh. “I don't have a mother, asshole.” He raised a brow, unimpressed. “Stop being a brat, or you'll find out what happens to thieves who cross our pack.” He spat. “It's called surviving, genius,” I shot back, but my voice lacked fire now. What was the point? Resistance was futile, and I knew it. The warriors exchanged glances, their faces unreadable, before forcing me into the back of a sleek black car. They shoved me onto the seat and covered my mouth with some foul-smelling cloth. As the car sped through winding roads, I seethed silently, trying to suppress the rising tide of dread. When we finally arrived, my jaw clenched at the sight of the palace ahead. It’s too big. The warriors dragged me out, ignoring my protests. “Don't touch me! I'm seventeen, for God's sake!” I snapped, jerking my shoulders. One of them gave me a withering look. “Relax, kid. I've got a mate back home. Trust me, the only reason you're still breathing is because of who your mother is.” Mother. The word curdled in my stomach like sour milk. They shoved me through the mansion's heavy doors, the air inside perfumed and cold. Pack members stared as I was dragged down a long corridor and dumped unceremoniously into a room. That's when I saw her. She rose from a plush armchair, golden hair spilling over her shoulders, a silk gown clinging to her like a second skin. A man lounged lazily behind her, his hand resting possessively on her waist. The Alpha King. My gut twisted. Holy s**t. My mother. The gold digger just married another rich powerful man, this time an Alpha King . . . Has she not learned a lesson? Her cheating with my father fueled all of her downfall, the death of my father . . . me running away, and she couldn’t care less. What’s her purpose that she needs me right now? Unless she has benefits. “My Saoirse,” she breathed, her voice soft and saccharine, like honey masking poison. I stepped back instinctively. “Sorry, wrong girl. I don't know you.” Her face fell for a moment, but she recovered quickly, stepping toward me with outstretched hands. “I've missed you,” she whispered, her fingers brushing mine. I yanked my hands away. “Missed me? You mean the way you missed raising me? Or feeding me? Yeah, I can feel the love.” She sighed, a sound so pitiful it made my teeth grind. “Get her some food,” she called out. Servants appeared almost instantly, setting a plate of steaming food before me. My stomach betrayed me, growling loudly, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me grateful. I grabbed a piece of bread, tearing into it with calculated indifference. “Don't call me Saoirse,” I said around a mouthful. “That girl died the day you dumped her.” Her lips trembled, but before she could respond, the man behind her-her new husband, I assumed-stepped forward. He was tall, commanding, every inch the Alpha King they whispered about in legends. “Saoirse,” he said, his voice deep and deliberate. “I’m Alpha Callum. You've been misled. Your mother and I-“ “Spare me,” I interrupted, glaring up at him. “Whatever sob story you're about to spin, I'm not buying it.” His expression hardened for a moment before softening, like he'd decided I was some unruly pup in need of discipline. “You'll be under my protection now. No one will harm you.” I snorted, dropping the bread onto my plate. “Oh, goodie. A new cage to rot in.” His eyes flicked to the guards. “Take her to her room. She has a lot of things to learn, including adjusting, training, events, and even the academy that she’s going to attend with my sons.” “Sons?” I repeated, my stomach knotting. “Yes. You'll meet your brothers." He turned back to me, his tone final. “Rest now. You've got a lot to learn about where you belong.” Shit my mother doesn’t even pay attention to me, and now I’d actually have a step brother whose attention will be divided? Worse, they’re the King’s sons, which means they’re basically the Prince of this pack. “Brothers?” I scoffed, my laugh sharp and hollow. “So, what, I’m just a shadow now in Mother’s eyes? Guess she’s upgraded to the shiny royal family package.” I tilted my head, smirking as I let the words sink in. “But let me stop you right there.” My voice dropped, dripping with defiance. “I’m not calling them my brothers, and I sure as hell won’t pretend to play nice.” I crossed my arms, daring him to argue. “So, if you’re hoping for some big happy family moment, save it. I’m not in the mood for fairy tales.” “Saoirse!” she snapped, her tone sharp enough to cut through steel. “Take her to her new room!” the Alpha King barked, his voice commanding and final. He clearly didn’t want a confrontation—not yet. “We’ll talk when she’s ready,” he added, dismissing me like I was some unruly child. A she-wolf entered the room, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor as she gestured for me to follow. Thank the Goddess. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with the Alpha King’s overbearing presence any longer. I trailed after the she-wolf, turning briefly to glance back at the doorway. The warrior who’d pinned me to the tree earlier was standing there, watching me. His expression was unreadable, but his presence irritated me all the same. I smirked, flipping him off with a sharp raise of my middle finger. He sighed, shaking his head as if he was the victim here. The she-wolf coughed nervously, drawing my attention. “This will be your room…” she muttered, pushing open a heavy wooden door. The moment the door swung open, my jaw hit the floor. Inside, a man—blond, shirtless, and sweaty—was sprawled on a couch with an Omega kneeling before him, clearly in the middle of… activities I’d rather not describe. “Holy s**t, my virgin eyes!” I groaned, throwing a hand over my face. “What the hell is this? Is this what passes for hospitality around here?” The she-wolf paled, spinning on her heel as she grabbed my arm. “I-I’m so sorry, Your Highness! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” she stammered, dragging me out and slamming the door shut. Your Highness? “Disgusting,” I spat, glaring at the closed door. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” the she-wolf whispered, clearly terrified. Before I could respond, the door swung open again, and the Omega sauntered out, shooting me a glare sharp enough to draw blood. “Get out, b***h,” the man inside drawled lazily. “Looks like my new plaything has arrived.” I froze, rage boiling in my chest. Did he think I was some kind of toy, just waiting to be used? My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Leave,” I ordered the she-wolf, my voice cold and commanding. She hesitated, trembling, but eventually scurried away, leaving me alone with the man. The blond stood there, shirtless and smug, a towel slung carelessly around his hips. His smile was slow and predatory as he motioned for me to step inside. “Come on in,” he said, his tone oozing arrogance. “You’ve got your own room, don’t you?” I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at him. He raked a hand through his damp hair, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Everything in this place belongs to me,” he replied with a smirk. “Including this room. Bold of you to assume otherwise.” Before I could fire back, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. My eyes darted around the massive room—it was enormous, easily big enough to house ten families. The size only added to my irritation. “You’re a jerk,” I snapped, stepping back to put some distance between us. “A disrespectful, disgusting jerk. I don’t care if this room is yours or not. Blame your father’s lackeys, because they put me here. And guess what? I’m under the King’s protection now, so if you don’t want my fist in your face, I suggest you leave.” He arched a brow, his jaw tightening, though amusement danced in his eyes. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “I’m the Luna’s daughter,” I said, lifting my chin defiantly. “Surprise.” That made him laugh—a cold, biting sound. “Oh, so you’re the w***e’s kid? That’s rich. Guess that makes you my slut of a sister now.” His gaze dropped, raking over me in a way that made my skin crawl. “Not bad, though. Wouldn’t mind breaking in a stepsister.” My blood roared in my ears as I clenched my fists tighter, ready to explode. “You disgusting piece of—” The door swung open, cutting me off. “Oh, hey, bro.” The blond man greeted as a second man stepped inside, taller and darker, his jet-black hair falling messily into his eyes. “Look, our little sister finally made it.” Great. Two of them. This was going to be hell.