Bullied Mate Of The Biker Brothers

3. RUDE AWAKENING

{LUMIRA}

Fresh tears filled my eyes as I packed two years of my life with Conan inside a duffel bag, each item felt like a severed tie to the life I was leaving behind.

I had been so excited to come along with him to this Pack. At that time, he seemed far better than my father, more responsible per se. So I thought the time to gain my freedom and live free had finally come.

How stupid of me.

There was no such thing as freedom when tied to gamblers, I'd learned that now.

As I moved from one corner to another, packing, Conan's scream pierced the walls. Once, it would have shaken me. Once, I would have run out to beg the Gamma not to hurt my husband. Now, it meant nothing.

Pressing the back of my hand to my face, I wiped off the cold tears that had stung my cheeks, then proceeded to the drawer to pick up other valuable items. As soon as I dragged it open, hard bile strangled my throat.

There it was.

The first clothes I purchased after learning I was pregnant.

A cute, pink teddy bear shirt and shorts.

I had been torn between buying a blue item and a pink one because the gender of my baby was unknown.

How ironic that I never got to meet my precious jewel.

Emotions clawed at the back of my throat, knotting my stomach into ice. The urge to break down in tears overwhelmed me, but then I swallowed everything and packed the remaining items.

Once a few of my clothes along with my documents were inside the duffel bag, I picked up my phone and exited the room that had once housed my anguish and trauma.

In the living room, Conan was bruised and battered, tied to the lone sofa in the living room with chips scattered all around his thighs and some stuffed into his mouth. Sweat broke from his forehead and he gave me a deathly glare as we exchanged one last look.

"Are you ready?" The Gamma asked, and all I had to do was nod my head in response before he beckoned for me to follow him.

Conan grumbled with each step I carried out of the living room. He was silently protesting but that doesn't mean I would change my mind. Leaving this house had finally given me the liberation I so desperately needed.

Gamma Vance took the duffel bag from me, eyed it cautiously as though he expected my stuff to be more. However, he said nothing and just dumped the bag in the trunk.

"Get in the car, Lumira."

He didn't need to say it twice. I got into the passenger seat while he strapped the seatbelt over my torso, and then started the engine before veering off.

I looked in the side-view mirror at the beige-painted bungalow. My chest twisted as every count of trauma over the years replayed in my mind, but then the view grew farther and farther until it had completely vanished from my line of sight.

"You can relax, Lumira," Gamma Vance's deep voice rang, unknowingly pulling me out of my trance. "He'd never get his hands on you ever again, I promise." Those words reassured me more than anything else.

"Thank you, Gamma Vance." I croaked out, my voice barely audible.

He c****d his head to the side, gave me a brief nod, and then re-united his gaze on the road.

The urge to ask him why he decided to help me scratched my tongue. Because if he had only rescued me from the Moscow and taken me to the hospital, all he had to do was ask the nurse to get in contact with my family.

"I have two brothers." He announced, his gravelly tone undoing something inside of me. "We're triplets actually, Jett and Kyro. And then a younger sister, Mirabel."

Not knowing how to respond, I only bobbed my head and let my eyes dart over the Christmas decorations and roadside trees, sliding behind us and serving as silent witnesses to the thoughts I couldn't speak aloud.

Within thirty minutes, his car pulled in front of a gate, and a middle-aged man hurriedly slid over the exquisitely designed steel gate, letting us into the driveway.

Shock washed over me as I took in the biggest house I had ever seen in my entire life. The driveway was wide enough for a crowd gathering. The lawn stretched perfectly green, flowers too neat and trimmed, the air smelled faintly of polish and grass. Everything screamed money, and I felt like an intruder just by looking.

He pulled in front of the mansion and switched the car engine off, while I struggled with the seatbelt.

"Here," He leaned over, his breath fanning the base of my neck, and his warm, cedarwood cologne filling my nostrils. I almost choked over his intoxicating scent but thankfully he undid the seatbelt and pulled away just in time.

As if expecting us, a young, brown-haired woman emerged from the house and came straight to us. "Welcome, Gamma. Hello, lady."

He nodded briefly. "Get her bag from the trunk, Linda."

She flashed me a welcoming smile before scooting off to the car, while Gamma Vance ushered me into the house.

I stepped inside and almost froze. The air smelled of wood and leather. Sunlight hit the metal accents, making them shine. Every corner looked...perfect. The furniture, the art, the Christmas decorations lining the passageway down to the living room—it all felt deliberate, like the house was showing off.

"Sit here," Gamma Vance pointed at a luxurious brown leather couch that looked too clean for my poor ass. "The housekeeper would show you to your room. Anything you need, don't hesitate to ask her. I'd see you when I get back from work."

Before I could utter a word, his retreating figure was halfway through the door.

Then the lady he had earlier addressed as Linda came in, still flashing that awkward, warm smile at me. "Your room will be ready in minutes, Ma'am. Please hold on." I nodded and she disappeared into a long corridor.

Barely five minutes passed before some presence came through the front door into the living room.

I didn't need an introduction to know those were the brothers Gamma Vance mentioned earlier. Both of them were gorgeous as hell. 6, 2 feet tall, athletic build, and face too angelic enough to captivate one's heart at first sight.

The moment their eyes landed on me, they stopped discussing whatever and paused in their tracks. My stomach lurched like I had swallowed a live stone. Heat pooled in my cheeks, every nerve in my body standing on edge.

One of them tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with what I could only interpret as judgement. His gaze wasn't just sizing me up, it was dissecting me, every inch, like I was some kind of specimen that didn't belong.

"I—uhm—It's a pleasure to meet you both." I fumbled my words out of nervousness, making the situation even worse.

"Oh hell no!" One of them cursed, his nose scrunching in disgust. "What the hell is Vance thinking?"

A hard punch struck my gut.

"Get your ass off that couch this instant!" The other fired.

I swallowed, trying to force my knees not to wobble as I rose to my feet. My hands twisted nervously at the hem of my shirt, unsure if I should step forward or vanish entirely.

The silence that followed was worse than words— they were watching me, condescendingly scrutinizing me from head to toe.

Another one snorted, a sharp, derisive sound that made my ears burn. "I don't know what Vance was thinking, bringing this into our house." He gestured vaguely at me, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Pathetic."

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a whimper of embarrassment from escaping. My throat felt dry. Every instinct screamed at me to get my bag and run, but fear, maybe, kept me rooted in place.

One of them stepped closer, and I could feel the air shift around him. He wasn't as tall as his brother, but the way he carried himself was cold and calculated. He stopped in front of me, eyes locked on mine, expression flat, almost cruel.

And without remorse, he dumped the bottle of cold soda in his hand over my head.

I shuddered from the cold sensation, wondering what I had done to deserve this cruelty at first meeting.

"You stink." He spat, his eyes raking my body one more time before he stormed up the stairs.

I bit on my bottom lip, trying not to cry. This was just too much for me. I had suffered a miscarriage and would now face this?

The other brother didn't mutter a single word. He just gave me look of contempt, his lips curling in disgust before walking off.

As soon as he had completely departed from the living room, the humiliation sank deeper into my skin and I burst into tears.

Maybe, the problem was with me.

Perhaps, that's why my father always regarded me as a b***h, Conan treated me like a filth and now, them.

The housekeeper returned a moment later. "Hi, ma'am—" She paused in her sentence, her eyes observing my soiled shirt. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing." I rasped, not wanting to talk about the worst embarrassment of my entire life. "Please take me to my room."

She didn't push further, instead she interlinked her arm with mine and led me away.

But I knew I couldn't stay here. Once Gamma Vance returned from work, I'd thank him for his hospitality and leave.