MY STEPBROTHERS, THE ALPHAS.
1021 Words
They were alphas.
My stepbrothers.
I could feel their power in the air, thick and suffocating, like I was standing in the middle of a storm. An Omega dropped into a den of Alphas. A lamb among wolves. Their stares told me everything.
I didn’t belong here.
Their glares were heavy. Some looked at me with hatred, others with indifference… and one pair of eyes lingered, sharp enough to steal my breath. But none of them frightened me as much as he did.
Sihwa.
Their leader.
The worst of them all.
And if I was going to survive in this pack, it would be him I’d have to face first.
At eight years old, I thought my parents loved each other.
I held onto that hope, even when the silence between them grew louder than words. But the day I walked into their room, eager to show them my report card, that hope broke. Instead of congratulations, I watched in horror as my father slapped my mother across the face.
My mom laughed bitterly, then struck him back even harder.
“Don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on me, you jerk! I’ll report your stinking ass to my father if you touch me again!” she shouted, her face burning red with anger.
The look they exchanged sent chills down my spine. I had never seen such violence before. I felt horrified, confused, and utterly unprepared.
Whenever they looked at me, I often felt like I was nothing more than a burden. Their contempt seeped into their stares, into their words, into the silence that filled our home. Sometimes, I even wondered if I was the reason they were together at all.
The truth was bitter:
My mom’s pregnancy with me was the only reason my father married her.
As the daughter of an Alpha, my Alpha mother couldn’t bear the shame of raising a child out of wedlock. Her reputation, and that of her family, the powerful Bloodline clan, was at stake. My Omega father had no choice but to marry her to avoid the wrath of my grandfather.
But marriage didn’t make them a family.
My father buried himself in his office, while my mother spent most of her time away for work. They left me with the nannies, waiting by the door each evening, hoping to see them, yet they rarely came home.
Our family dinners lacked laughter and warmth. Instead, they erupted into shouting, insults, and fights that sometimes ended with bruises.
Their toxic love scared the life out of me.
Often, my mother would lock me in the closet, sparing me from witnessing the horror of their marriage. But even there, I couldn’t escape. I would sit in the dark, covering my ears, trying to block out their screams and the sound of breaking glass.
The breaking point came when my mother discovered my father’s affair.
“I can’t believe you cheated on me, you piece of s**t!” she cried, hurling her wineglass at him.
That was the end.
She divorced him. Packed her things. And this time, she took me with her. My father never fought for custody. He didn’t even try. I never saw him again. By the time I turned ten, everything had changed.
My mother found her fated mate, a powerful Alpha named Aaron, leader of the Pure Bloodline pack. He married her, and just like that, my life took a new direction. Aaron welcomed me with open arms, introducing me to his world, his home... and his sons.
Alphas.
I stared at them in shock.
What kind of alpha had this many children? And now they were supposed to be my stepbrothers?
I couldn’t process it. The thought of living with six older alphas and no other females around except my mother terrified me. I stood frozen, unsure of what to say, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Come on, sons,” Aaron encouraged warmly. “Say hello to your new sister.”
But instead of a welcome, I met with piercing stares.
One of them, tall, sharp-eyed, radiating fury, stepped forward. His pheromones filled the air, heavy with disgust.
“You brought in another child? And this time, it’s an Omega? Aren’t you tired of your promiscuous ways, Father?!” he scoffed.
“Lykan.” Another brother hissed, trying to calm him.
“Aiden!” Lykan snapped. He glared at Aaron. “Aren’t we sick of this? Another child? Another Luna? Do you even care how many lives you’re ruining? There are already fifteen of us, and now you bring a sixteenth? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Fifteen.
My stomach sank. There were fifteen before me?
Aaron’s expression hardened. “If you ever speak to me like that again, Lykan, I will—”
“Yeah, right? Lock me in another dark room so I lose my mind? So I stop being your puppet? Go ahead.” Lykan laughed bitterly. His eyes flicked toward my mother and me, full of scorn. “A gold digger and a man w***e. You two are perfect for each other. Congratulations.”
Without another word, he turned and stormed upstairs.
“Lykan!” Aaron barked. But his son didn’t look back.
Aaron sighed, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said gently, “Don’t take that to heart. He’s just upset about school. He’ll come around.”
But we all knew better. It wasn’t about school. Lykan was angry about something deeper. About family. Bloodlines. The weight of being one of many.
I didn’t get it back then. Being part of this family wasn’t a gift—it was a burden. Hell in disguise.
The moment I became Wendy Grimwolf, my life flipped upside down. And nothing would ever be the same again.
I couldn’t understand. Why call my mother a gold digger? She was already wealthy. She married Aaron because fate left her no choice, because the Moon Goddess had written his name into hers, not because of his riches.
So I just nodded at Aaron, forcing a small smile, even as questions burned in my chest.
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