Sharing Braila - Luna To Her Stepbrothers.

The Bratvas Pack.

My mother's stepson, the alpha who I wasn't supposed to fall in love with, denied my existence. And that broke me inside.

“Gifford.” I moaned and fingered the lips of my v****a. I don’t get aroused by any alpha. But when I think of Gifford, my body gets aroused and changes out of my control. It gets worse when I am in heat. I once had to steal Gifford’s clothes to get over my heat. No one had any clue about the trauma he caused me.

I dipped three of my fingers into myself. “Gifford.” I shivered under the heated shower. My body shakes uncontrollably. I imagine his hands hugging me from behind.

“Go deeper, Braila.” His deep breath sent chills down my spine. I thrust even faster. “Don't stop.” He urges me.

“Ahhhh ... .Gifford, it's cummin.” I couldn't stop my fingers. The night of our lovemaking, I couldn't get it out of my head. I looked at my hand soaking my c*m.

I…was ruined.

I became Braila Kandarian at 12, when my mother got married to the Alpha of the most powerful clan.

Whose wife had died at the hands of the rogues who attacked his clan, leaving him with their sons and a daughter.

The name ‘Kandarian’ was a powerful influence in the Bratvas pack, which could change an individual’s entire life in seconds.

The Bratvas pack is a clan for werewolves and a world developed by seers and witches. Alphas, Betas and Omegas live in harmony in the same clan. It is common for Omegas and Alphas to bond and produce an heir for their lineage. Alphas are higher in rank in the werewolves’ society. Their strength and pheromones can dominate the entire world and bring them to their feet.

For Betas, it wasn’t common for them to mingle with the society. Betas are second in command. Werewolves usually depict betas as strong, dependable, and fiercely loyal to the alpha and the pack.

Betas are often the Alpha’s right-hand wolf, responsible for maintaining order and carrying out the Alpha’s commands. They don’t have pheromones in them and can’t perceive an Alpha or an Omega’s pheromones.

They may have some control over their wolf’s form, but not as much as an alpha.

They are almost like humans.

Omegas can claim an Alpha and seduce them with their scent during their heat. They are beautiful and fragile, but because they usually have no willpower, law, authority and strength like the other genders. They went down to the lowest species in society’s rank.

Often looked down on as whores because of how beautiful they are and condemned by society. Because of that, alphas used that as an opportunity to use them as their scapegoats and turned them into outcasts to fuel up their egos. The society left the Omegas at the hands of the highest in rank.

The strongest species are the ones who rule the world. Why is the most desirable fruit usually forbidden? A game without players is a downfall for the members of the Bratvas pack.

Davis Kandarian accepted me as his stepdaughter and adored me after marrying my mother. He introduced me to his sons and his daughter. This family which my mother got married to was the sort of family I have ever seen. They were perfect and because of them, I hardly recall how cruel the world was. They accepted me and loved me as their own.

My mother’s life turned perfect with my father. Most of the time they were both lovey-dovey and seemed to get into each other too much. I wish they would both get a room sometimes.

The alphas who became my brothers accepted my mom as their mother and everything a family was supposed to have within themselves.

We had them.

They were times I forgot we weren’t blood-related because of how they warmly treated me and respected my mother.

Our lives became a fantasy from a book. In a couple of months, my mother got pregnant and gave birth to a girl. My stepfather was enthusiastic because he has always wanted another baby girl, and he named her Stella.

The news got everyone ecstatic, but I was the only one who didn’t get a straight path in her life and fell in love with my stepbrother, who wants nothing to do with me.

“I want my f*****g room, guys. I don’t want to share it with anyone.” Damon Kandarian annoyingly remarked as I stood between my brothers, watching them bicker and holding up a single carton of orange juice with both hands and a pink straw sipping from the juice in my mouth.

My long silver-gold hair wave down my waist, my large pink jacket on me got past my knees. My purple amethyst eyes focused on my brothers. My pale white skin tightened because of the cold outside. I wore white socks as I stood in between them. I wondered how long they were going to keep bickering. We were just touring around the clan to buy a bigger mansion. Instead of focusing on getting our new home, my brothers choose to use their focus on something stupid.

We haven’t bought the mansion we are in yet, and they are already debating on how they were going to use it.

If I should leave them here or not, and go downstairs to meet my mom because staying with my brothers makes me exhausted, she will immediately send me on an errand and I’m too lazy to do anything.

It was better I listen to them and pretend like I was busy upstairs here in the corridor with them. Even though I really want to get out of here and go downstairs and sleep on the couch in the living room.

Just to get away from everything.

I know we are still looking around the mansion and I’m not supposed to sleep in the living room when we’ve not paid for it. But sleeping was what I needed right now. The journey for a house tour is stressful. Then again, I don’t want any of my parents to see me because that calls for work. And my brothers, once they interact between themselves, there’s no stopping them unless the earth breaks apart.

“Me too. And no sharing of room, guys. I’m definitely not allowing it.” Bane Kandarian joined in as he raised his hand up.

“There are at least four rooms in this household. Our group includes 7 people. There’s Braila,” another pointed at me. “And our little sister is outside. There’s mom and dad. How are we gonna share the room with ourselves?” Grayson Kandarian questioned.

“We better go downstairs and tell Dad to not get this mansion. It is pretty comfortable and comfy, but it is f*****g small.” Damon suggested with his arms folded on his chest.

“So much for riding all day with Mom and dad, looking for a better place to live in the Bratvas pack by buying a mansion. I’m spent.” Bane complained with a groan.

I love the simplicity of my life. I get to enjoy the little things because I am not distracted by romance. The buzzing sound of Omega’s phones all day, arguing over stupid things and getting cheated on by alphas.

Alphas beating their omegas up and then making it up with s*x.

“The reason I said we should move to the ‘Bratvas Mansion’ earlier and live there. Instead of staying here and living like pressed pigs.” Grimm Kandarian suggested and wrinkle his nose in disgust.

Damon stated. “We are gonna think of a way out of this."