Belonging To My Devilish Stepbrothers

So Cry

RHIANNON'S POV~

Two days had passed since I'd been framed by my bastard of brothers. Suspended from school because of using an exhibit to school and awaiting my stepfather's judgment, I lay in bed, my eyes swollen from tears shed in the night.

My phone, smashed to pieces, had cut me off from communicating to the strip club, where I'd hoped to explain my situation. I hadn’t spoken to Liam or Chloe after I had been suspended and after I had raced away from school from being humiliated. And with each passing second, I wondered if the club already replaced me with another worker. I would feel like dying if they finally did. That was the only source of my little income.

My body was beginning to burn like an inferno, my throat dry, tongue heavy, and the ache in my heart the most painful. Today was supposed to be the day I'd finally meet my mother. To check how she was faring. If she was ever going to come back to normalcy. If she would ever get to hug me once more or speak to me, or tell me that she loved me and how I took the features of my father. And how much of a fighter I was.

And yet those assholes had ruined it. Everything. My eyes stung and I sniffled, clasping my burning eyes with my hands and took in a large amount of air into my lungs.

The rap of knuckles against my door snapped me back to reality. My heart thundered at the thought of my stepbrothers on the other side, ready to unleash their latest torment.

Sighing wearily, I forced myself out of bed, bracing for another round of their sick games. But when I cracked open the door, relief washed over me. A maid stood on the threshold, her gaze searing into me, disgust evident in her expression.

"Alpha Daven requests your presence downstairs. You're late," she said without a greeting, as if I was beneath her notice.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, mustering a curt nod. Then I saw her leave without casting one more glance my way. It wasn't worth the effort to argue with the maid. All the maids were just like her. They looked down on me, just like the rest of the pack.

I shut the door, glancing at the wall clock in my room. It was past 8 am. What were those assholes still doing at home when they should be in the lecture hall?

The kitchen was dark, eerily silent, a hushed stillness that set my nerves on edge. Where were the maids?

I reached for the light switch, when something slammed into my back. My cry of shock was stifled by Roman's hand around my neck.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I gasped, my head reeling from the impact. It was hurting.

"Hello, sister," Roman purred his usual sinister greeting, his lips brushing against my ear. "We thought you were dead, locking yourself away like that.”

I had no idea if slamming and choking someone was this asshole's fetish.

I tried to push Roman away, his body pressing against mine in a grotesque mockery of a hug. My skin crawled at his touch.

"Get off me, Roman," I growled, struggling to maintain my composure.

"Now, now, sister," he said, his voice mockingly sweet. "Where's the fun in that? We were beginning to worry about you, especially after the little scene at school.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as his grip on my neck tightened.

My gaze swept over Draven and Lucien who were perched on a stool in the kitchen, the former biting into an apple as if it were a feast and the latter lifting his water glass in a twisted mockery of a toast to me. I glared at Lucien, the rage boiling inside of me.

"Your body is burning," Roman said, his eyes narrowing. "What's wrong with you?" His grip loosened a fraction, but I could still feel his fingers digging into my flesh, his thumb tracing my pulse point in an intimate gesture that made my heart skip a beat.

I forced a smile, unnerving my stepbrothers.

"It's nothing serious, really," I said, my voice as sweet as honey. "Just a normal reaction of the female body when she becomes pregnant."

The words hung in the air, a grenade waiting to explode. Roman's grip tightened around my neck, his eyes darkening with rage.

I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, my breath ragged and shallow. He looked like a predator poised to strike, and I was his prey.

“What the f**k did you say?!" Roman snarled, yanking me closer, his breath hot against my face, a predator closing in for the kill.

"I'm...pregnant...you asshole!" I gasped, his grip suffocating my words.

Roman erupted into a dark, cruel laugh, letting me go with a shove. I stumbled, my legs unsteady.

"You're pregnant for that imp?" he snarled. "What do you think father will do to him? What do you think we'll do to you, little sister?"

My fists clenched. "It's none of your f*****g business. Mind your own business, I love him!" I spat back, my voice hard as stone.

Roman was about to take a menacing step toward me, either to grab me by my neck or my hair but stopped when Draven spoke.

"Let her be, brother," Draven interjected, eyeing me with a predatory gaze. "She knows that baby is as good as dead." He gestured towards the stove. "Rhiannon, make us breakfast. And fast."

My blood simmered, the rage bubbling under my skin. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the desire to lash out, to make them all bleed like me. But I knew I was powerless against them.

For now.

I dragged my aching body to the stove just like they wanted. But just as I reached the counter, Lucien's voice rang out, like a serpent slithering through the kitchen.

"We don't want oats, sister. Make us some toast and coffee."

My heart thudded against my chest, and my jaw tightened. I spun around, unable to hold back my rage any longer. "If you guys won't eat what's on the menu, get the maids to do your bidding! I only follow the rules in this pathetic mansion and that means making oats! If you don't want it? Starve!" I hissed, slamming the pot cover with a loud bang.

I tried to walk away, but Lucien was already upon me, his smile cold and sick.

"You know what's pathetic about this situation?" He pressed his arms against the counter, trapping me in his embrace. My breath hitched as his eyes roamed my body, lingering on the swells of my breasts. "It's you and your vegetable mother. Poor you, we have to cater to your everyday life, your schooling and even have a say in who we sell you off to as a s*x slave. If I were you, I'd turn around and make our toasts, or watch the next drama unfold. Pick a choice." His words were like daggers, piercing through my heart. His breath fanned my lips.

I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

Spinning on my heel, I tried to hide the tears that threatened to spill. Focusing on the task at hand, I steadied my trembling hands and picked up the kitchen utensils. My chest felt tight, my breath ragged, as I poured all my hatred into the toasts.

I hated them with every ounce of my being. I hated the life I was forced to live, hated fate for its cruelty, hated fate for not saving my brother and my father from my stepfather's cruel grip. I longed for the day when I would marry Liam, take my mother away from this hellhole and vanish forever.

I was so immersed with what I was doing that I didn't feel anyone close the distance between us. I gasped when large, tattooed arms wrapped around my midriff. I gasped as Lucien dragged and pinned me into his firm chest. A thick, hard erection presses to my ass.

And a metal ring brushes against my ear. “Are you crying?” He whispered and I stiffened.

“Take your disgusting hands off me!" I spat, despite my racing heart but I heard Lucien chuckle.

“You forget I'm not human, Rhiannon. Your irregular heartbeat is like music to my ears and the fear pumping in your veins, makes my fangs ache. So cry." He grinds into me, running his nose down my neck. His teeth nibble on the crook of my neck, making the rest of my words die in my throat.

I bite my lips tightly to stiffen the moan about to spill through my lips, hating myself at the same time for not picking up a knife from the racks and thrusting it into Lucien's eyes or chest even.

Lucien's hands slide down the length of my nightgown. Gripping the fabric covering my hips. Almost lifting it before I stopped him, placing my hand on his and then spun around.

I raised my hand to slap the wicked smile off his handsome face but just as expected, just as our mouse and cat games, he caught my tiny hand with ease, locking his hand around it and grabbed it tighter, making me wince.

“How many times have I told you, your moves are so pathetic just like how your father had tried to fight us." He taunted and a sob broke free from my lips.

The asshole was about to break my wrist. Break my spirit too.

Roman joined in, pulling me away from Lucien and dragging me to his chest, wrapping my hair around his fists. Tightly. “Shh…it's alright. We just want to break you. We won't do much harm.” He placed a kiss on my hair. Then to the bare area of my neck, while I watched Draven, who sat still, his green eyes, scrutinizing everything going on in the room.

“I hate you. I hate you so much!" My tears finally broke free but they were not affected. Instead Lucien's smiles widened.

“Good. Because I enjoy nothing other than a hate fuck.” He licked his finger, closing the distance between us and slowly used his saliva-coated fingers to begin peeling the strands of my nightgown off my shoulders so he could bare my breasts.