Bullied Mate Of The Biker Brothers

6. CHAOS AMONGST STORM

{LUMIRA}

"It's getting too late, Ma'am Stella. How far is this convenience store?" I asked, anxiously picking at my cuticle—a habit I had cultivated since my mother's passing.

We were still seated at the dining table, eating and discussing after I washed off and changed into another dress.

"It's just fifteen minutes, but since she mentioned getting a croissant also, then it would take roughly an hour and thirty minutes to and fro." Ma'am Stella explained.

"But it's almost two hours now and she's yet to be back."

"You have nothing to worry about, Lumira. Mirabel must have paid a quick visit to her friend, Sasha. In no time, she will be through that door. As long as Phillipe is with her, he'd bring her back safely." Ma'am Stella reassured me for the umpteenth time, but my nerves remained a wreck.

A part of me couldn't help but feel too anxious about Mirabel's whereabouts. If I'm being honest, I'd have preferred to step out and get those pads myself. But because she offered, I didn't get a chance to decline.

"So tell me, dear..." Ma'am Stella said, intentionally pulling me out of my train of distressed thoughts. "...what work do your parents do?"

Torn between my distress over Mirabel and the unfortunate circumstance of my parents, I lowered my head and chewed on my bottom lip.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, Ma'am Stella gently cupped my chin with her fingers and raised my face to her line of sight. "If you do not want to talk about them, then it's fine."

"No, no," I croaked out, clearing my throat alongside. "My mom died when I was just ten. She was a seamstress, and my father, well, he became an addict after my mother passed away. That led to him losing his job and since then, he hasn't been working."

Her pupils instantly dilated with pity. An emotion I never wanted anyone to feel for me. "I'm so sorry you had to lose your mother at a young age, Lumira."

"It's fine." I feigned a small smile.

She removed her fingers from my chin and settled them on my thigh instead. "Although, I'm not trying to fill in her shoes, you can consider me as your mother too. Just let me know if there's anything you need. Anything at all."

My smile widened, "How very kind of you, Ma'am Stella."

She returned the smile, the corner of her mouth creasing into multiple lines of wrinkles. Regardless, she was still so beautiful.

Just then, a question that I had been craving to ask, popped back into my mind. "Ma'am Stella?"

"Yes?"

"I earlier heard you refer to Mirabel's brothers as Gamma Vance, Beta Kyro, and Delta Jett. If the three brothers hold those titles. Who is the Alpha of this Pack?"

"Their father," She answered.

I frowned and felt the line form across my forehead. "Their father?" I repeated after her, still confused. "How come no one had ever mentioned him?"

"Well..." She pressed her lips together into a grim line and sighed. "...That's left for Gamma Vance to tell you. If he hasn't disclosed that to you, it only means he doesn't want you to know yet."

What could be the story behind their father?

Just as I opened my mouth and was about to utter a word, a loud, enraged voice boomed from the doorway. "Where is she? Where is that b***h?"

I snapped my head in the direction of the voice, and so did Ma'am Stella. A wave of confusion mixed with anxiety washed over me the moment I noticed Gamma Vance's brothers, Kyro and Jett, storming over to my direction.

They hated my gut. I could tell from our altercation this morning, and the glares etched on their faces as they approached me.

Fear made my heart palpitate uncontrollably, echoing in my ears.

"Welcome back, Master Kyro. Welcome back, Master Jett." Ma'am Stella greeted nervously, but the brothers paid her no attention. Their eyes were solely on me as their willowy legs strode across the living room to the dining room.

Before I could even catch a breath, one of them violently grabbed me by the neck, aggressively pulling me to my feet.

My throat tightened, and my mouth suddenly felt dry as if the saliva had turned to glue.

His face seemed like that of a ravenous beast, ready to consume me whole within seconds. "What the f**k did you do?"

"N—Nothing," I stammered. The weight of his hand around my neck made it difficult to get my words out.

Without remorse, he tightened his hand on my neck and I could feel the impact almost crushing my windpipe.

Emotions choked my throat and despite the urge to cry, every part of me wondered just what I had done to provoke them again.

And then, it clicked.

Mirabel!

Oh, f**k no! No!

"Where is she?" The other brother who had been a quiet witness, suddenly barked.

"Master Kyro..." Ma'am Stella interfered. "...Please can you release your grip on her first? She's unwell and has been losing so much blood."

"Shut the f**k up" The other brother, whom I presumed to be Jett, yelled at her, prompting her to flinch. "Now, back off woman!"

Her pitiful eyes met my almost teary ones before she slowly took some receding steps away from the scenario, leaving me to face two vicious beasts.

Oh, I'm dead. I'm so dead.

"I said ' Where is she?" The one clutching my neck demanded, his eyes blazing with fire, so much that the heat could burn through my face. "Where is my sister, you b***h?"

I didn't even get a chance to speak before Jett grabbed a fistful of my hair. "You think you came here to eat, huh? You had the f*****g audacity to send my sister this late to get you a croissant? You f*****g peasant!"

"Where is she?" Kyro bellowed, the veins on his neck nearly popping out of his skin. "Who are you working with? And why did you have my sister kidnapped?"