Rejecting All My Alpha Stepbrother Mates.

THE SCHOOL'S LEGACY.

Aiden was the only one truly kind to me. The others had their moments, but Aiden was the one I could confide in.

Two weeks passed, and I finally got settled into my room after my stepbrothers arranged everything in the duplex. They moved their things around, set up their spaces, and helped me get mine ready.

The duplex itself was something out of a dream. Three stories high, with curved staircases painted in white, black, and silver, and furniture still wrapped in cartons because it was all so new. Aaron bought and renovated it after marrying my mom. He wanted a home large enough for everyone.

It was luxurious, too good to be true, really. There were twenty-four rooms: two main bedrooms for my parents, two walk-in closets for their jewelry and designer clothes, and four rooms with no obvious purpose. The second floor had eight rooms, three of them belonging to alphas I hadn’t yet met.

The older brothers of Lykan and Aiden. The others were for Zane, Tyson, and another alpha whose name I didn’t know.

On the third floor, Axel had the first room, Jaxon the second, Gerhard the third, and two more alphas had the fourth and fifth. My room was the sixth downstairs, right where I wanted it. The last two rooms were abandoned, free to be used for anything.

I wished I could meet the other alphas, the ones who weren’t around yet. Mom had told me about them, their power, their beauty. I couldn’t explain why, but the thought of them being family made me strangely excited. Once, I asked Aiden what they looked like. He only smiled and told me to wait until they returned to the pack. That was the only way to satisfy my curiosity.

A month passed, and I grew used to my new home. My stepbrothers mostly ignored me. They minded their own business. Only Lykan made it his mission to taunt me, and only Aiden bothered to defend me.

The maids often admired my dark purple hair streaked with natural highlights. They asked what I did to it, but I always gave them the truth: nothing. It was genetic. My biological father had the same color hair, short but rich, with violet eyes that matched mine. He had been a beautiful man, calm, and a little clumsy. I took after him in both looks and personality.

I missed him sometimes, though I tried not to speak about him. Mom hated it whenever I mentioned him. If she overheard me, she’d ground me for weeks. She wanted the past buried, but his blood still ran through my veins.

I looked nothing like her. She was slim, curvy, with long black curls and piercing golden eyes. She was stunning, like a goddess. The woman, who turned heads wherever she went. I was pale as snow, with long purple hair, dimples, pink lips, and soft violet eyes. I was my father’s child through and through.

Life in the Pure Bloodline Pack’s duplex was exceptional. We had maids to tend to us and guards stationed at every corner. That last part annoyed most of my stepbrothers. They hated being watched, but I didn’t mind. I was ten years old, and that made me feel safer.

Aaron and Aiden gave me the best gift of all: my room, decorated however I wanted. I painted it pink and filled it with Barbie designs. It was perfect. For the first time in my life, I had a space that was truly mine. I even got a new iPad, new clothes, and all the girly things I’d dreamed about.

But my relationship with Mom shifted. She seemed jealous. Aaron gave me so much attention, more than he gave her, and she didn’t like that. Still, everything seemed normal. For once, my life felt stable.

Until school.

I enrolled at a new Alpha school. It sounded exciting at first, but it didn’t take long for me to realize how hard it would be. I was an omega in a school filled with alphas. Worse, everyone knew Aaron wasn’t my real father. News spread that I was just his stepdaughter, and suddenly, my last name meant nothing. They disregarded me, ignored me, treated me like dirt.

I was only ten. A child trying to adjust to a new world. But they didn’t care.

The bullying started one afternoon when I accidentally stepped on a girl’s foot in the hallway. She was a senior, the president of the high school student body, even though middle school and high school shared the same building. Her father was a powerful alpha with connections. No one dared to cross her.

“How dare you step on me, you filthy omega?” She spat, glaring at me with venom. Before I could even apologize, her hand cracked across my face. The slap stung. Then she shoved me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach. My new life, the one that seemed so perfect, was already beginning to unravel.