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Chapitre 4: 4-Stepbrother Wants Me Gone

Helanie:

"You don't need to go anywhere. It's getting dark, and the wilderness is not a place for a helpless werewolf," I noticed how comforting his voice was. He didn't appear threatening or angry, even though he stood as tall as a six-foot guy.

"Mom said I'm not welcome," I admitted, knowing I was practically begging to stay here, but it was my only chance to stay alive.

The minute Alpha Diaz discovered I had escaped, he would deploy his warriors to capture me and punish me for all the 'sins' I had committed, including fleeing from my punishment.

"My door is open for any helpless creature. And you are not just anyone; you're my mate's daughter. So come inside and stay for the night." He patted my head like a father would, and tears once again welled up in the corners of my eyes. I knew I was heavily emotional in the moment.

I hadn't even processed what I had endured over the past few days. With my weakened state, I followed him. His mansion was grand with many staircases leading upstairs and to different floors.

"Sophia! Where is Ursula?" Lord McQuoid called for the maid in a white apron and blue dress. They had a uniform for maids, and there were so many of them.

My mother must not have to work a single day anymore, yet she couldn't bring herself to soften up for me. I thought all these luxuries and comforts might have changed her resentment toward me, but I guess I was wrong.

"Dad! Why did you bring this maid inside?" The guy from earlier, Norman, appeared, walking downstairs. He wasn't wearing the glasses that had hidden his eyes.

"She is not a maid," Lord McQuoid corrected his son, who frowned and tilted his head. His eyes briefly landed on me before he turned back to his father. "She is Ursula's daughter from her fated mate."

That was all it took for Lord McQuoid to change the look on Norman's face.

"And Helanie, this is my eldest son, Norman A. McQuoid. He is not only the finest trainer at my academy but also manages my business." The pride in his voice made me think about my own parents. I never made them proud like this. In fact, one wanted to kill me while the other refused to acknowledge me as her child.

However, I was jolted back to reality when Norman scoffed at me.

"Why is her daughter here?" His tone was stern and harsh, clearly unwelcoming. He was now looking me deep in my eyes while unbuttoning his coat.

"Because, just like you stay here with your father, she can visit her mother," Lord McQuoid tried to reason, but the tall man seemed unmoved.

"She visited; now she can leave," Norman stood his ground, his eyes harshly examining. I felt under attack but maintained my composure to avoid showing discomfort under his gaze.

"You will not make that decision, young man. Besides, the mansion has many rooms; she can sleep in any of them for the night—," His words were interrupted by the arrival of my mother.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?" Her voice was quite loud this time as she glared at me.

"Easy! Don't you see, she is pretty shaken up. I think we should let her stay for the night," Lord McQuoid interjected and I wondered if he was the only one who could see the pain on my face. I must admit, it did intrigue me to wonder how it must feel to have a father like him.

"No! She will not stay here. If it's about safety, I can ask my driver to drop her back home. But she will not stay here. I will not allow this woman to bring her family and take over. We let you bring in this woman at one promise that you won't expect more from us, but now her daughter is here too," Norman yelled, causing me to step back and away from everyone. He kept glaring at me, taking off his coat and casually stretching his arm to the side to hand it over to the maid.

"Norman, you're scaring the little girl," Lord McQuiod attempted to step between us as Norman slowly lost his composure. The amount of hatred from someone I had just met surprised me.

"I think Norman is right. She should be dropped off," my mother agreed with her stepson, just to please him.

"I won't go back home," I said firmly. I knew I couldn't return there. There was no home for me. Despite being disrespected here, I knew this would be the safest place for me.

The silence thickened the air. While the Rogue King seemed genuinely concerned, my mother covered her mouth, hiding her shock at my statement.

But it was Norman McQuoid who lost his temper and came directly at me. "You are not staying here. This is not your home," he yelled, pointing his finger in my face. "I am not working hard so people like you can take advantage of the luxuries I provide. You need to leave."

The disdain in his voice and the elegance still persisted, but his tone was sharp, and the clenching of his jaw didn't go unnoticed either. As he continued glaring into my eyes, I began to see stars. I had been starving, and the pain from the night of terror had not yet healed. I had only covered the bruises and wounds under a large sweater and an oversized dress, but that didn't mean they didn't exist.

His scent was so strong just like his presence that I began to lose my consciousness.

My vision blurred, and my body began to crumble. "Step aside, look what you've done," I could only hear Lord McQuoid's voice before I passed out. I watched him push his son aside and approach me.

I don't know who carried me to where but I kept having these dreams of the past.

'Mommy will always love you,' Those words were once spoken by my mother.

'Daddy will be proud of his little girl when she grows up and becomes a pack's doctor,' My dad used to be so loving before he exposed his infidelity. I was my parents' spoiled princess, but only until I was six. After that, I don't even remember who I was. Just an excuse to make each other look bad or guilty.

They used me in their personal war, and now I was without a family, a loved one, a parent, or even a friend.

"Ahh!" My neck hurt so much from sleeping in the same position, probably. I winced as I began to wake.

"I've never seen Norman lose his temper before," I heard some people talking around me. It was a woman's voice.

"Of course he was angry. He was having such a hard time seeing us around, and then she showed up," This time, the voice sounded much younger.

"What if he kicks us out as well?" the girl asked.

"That won't happen. You are my childhood best friend, someone who left the pack with me and took her little daughter into the wilderness just so that she could be with me. I will never let this girl ruin our lives," that was my mother. I realized the other two were Aunt Emma and her daughter, who had left the pack with my mother many years ago.

"She's waking up," the girl, Charlotte, who I used to play with when I was little, announced as she saw me struggling to open my eyes. I had never felt so weak before.

"Come on, stop this drama and get up. You're leaving." My mother didn't care about my condition. I bet she couldn't even sense that something was wrong with me. She just grabbed my arm to pull me out of the bed again, but this time, I shrugged myself free, hugging myself and shaking my head.

"Lord McQuoid said I can stay here," I uttered miserably.

"Look at her, she's already trying to take Lord McQuoid on her side," Aunt Emma had not changed in her behavior. She was still the same arrogant lady with her eyebrow raised and a scowl on her face.

"Imagine, this is how the calmest one behaved. Girl, you better leave if you don't want to fall under the radar of the other brothers. They are not as nice as Norman," Charlotte stated, and my body shuddered. What did she mean by that? Norman was nice? Did that mean the others would be worse than him?


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Chapitre 5: 5-Accidentally Touching His Bulge

Helanie: 

"Great, Lord McQuoid said you'll be staying in my room," Charlotte remarked, sounding more irritated than ever. I had always admired her, even though she was only a year older than me. But seeing her now made me realize how luxury can change a person.

She paced around the room, scoffing and clenching her fists in frustration, unable to calm down.

"Charlotte, it's only temporary. Soon, she'll be gone, and you can have your room back," her mother reassured her, gently patting her on the back to soothe her. I felt like such a burden sitting on the mattress they had hastily laid out for me.

"But there are so many other bedrooms," Charlotte grumbled.

"If she gets her own room, it means she's staying here permanently. Try to understand, we don't want that, right?" Aunt Emma muttered under her breath, running her fingers through Charlotte's hair as though she was trying to be discreet.

I didn't respond to anything they said. All I wanted was to lie down and drift off to sleep. I hadn't eaten all day—just an apple, which a maid handed me when everyone left for dinner, abandoning me in Charlotte's room.

"Fine. But not for more than a week," Charlotte snapped before climbing into her bed and turning off the bedside lamp.

Aunt Emma shot me one last glare before leaving the room. Finally, I could lie down and rest. But that wasn't the case. Sleep wouldn't come easily, and when it did, it brought the same nightmare—where I was pinned to the cold ground and those alphas were crawling over me.

"No, get off me," I screamed, feeling their hands on my body. I was repulsed. I wanted to tear at their skin, break their fingers, and throw them into boiling oil.

"Get off me!" I shouted again, this time thrashing violently. A blow struck me hard, jolting me awake.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Shut up and go back to sleep," Charlotte growled, having woken me from the nightmare.

I was drenched in sweat, gasping for breath, but realizing it had all been a dream brought a brief sense of relief.

"Dammit, if you're going to wake me up every night crying over your nightmares, you better ask for a new room," she muttered, already back in bed and sounding thoroughly annoyed.

I didn't blame her. I would have been terrified too if I woke up to someone screaming like that.

After calming my breaths, I eventually drifted off again. But that didn't mean the torturous nightmares stayed away. By the time morning arrived, I was awakened by the sound of murmurs around me. Charlotte and her mother were already in the room, getting Charlotte ready.

A deadly storm was expected in two days, and the weather was predicted to turn dangerously cold. Every single student at the academy, along with the staff at the mansion, was busy preparing for it.

My two brothers, whom I was meeting for the first time, were out in the woods, gathering firewood. I was told to get ready quickly, as everyone would be working together to secure the mansion and academy from the storm and also pick the fruits from the trees before the storm destroys them. 

I'd never seen anything like this in the packs. The rogues had a very different way of living. I didn't have a suitable outfit for this kind of work. While Charlotte was dressed in black pants and a white top, I had to make do with an old blue dress.

We marched alongside the other maids to the woods to join the stepbrothers and share the load. We stopped when we approached two men. The one stepping forward was a tanned, handsome man—tall, broad, with a slim waist, and wearing a dirty white sleeveless shirt over black shorts. He held an axe in his hand, effortlessly splitting wood with a single throw.

"That's Maximus. He's Lord McQuoid's third son. Isn't he cute?" Charlotte whispered in my ear before smirking and straightening her posture. 

His blond curls framed his chiseled face, the golden strands catching the light in a way that made his piercing blue eyes even more striking. A thin scar traced just beneath his full, tempting lips, drawing attention to them, giving his face a rugged, almost dangerous allure. The tattoo on the back of his hand—a sword, distinct from his brother's—only added to his handsomeness. His body was a masterpiece of lean, sculpted muscle, effortlessly powerful.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot—he's your stepbrother. You can't look at him that way," she teased dramatically in whispers, pouting as she glanced back at Maximus, who was now heading toward us.

"You all know why we're gathered here," he began, his voice strong. "The storm will be arriving soon, and we must prepare as we always do. So get to your assigned duties and—" He paused abruptly when his eyes landed on me in the crowd. I gulped and looked down, my hands clasped tightly in front of me.

I remembered how Norman had reacted to me, and I feared Maximus would humiliate me in front of everyone too.

"And you," he pointed directly at me, causing me to look up swiftly, "come with me. I'll assign you some work."

That was odd. He didn't say anything else.

Everyone else had left, but I had to follow him. He led me deep into the woods and stopped near a river. There were empty buckets placed on the side, so I assumed my task was to bring water to the main area, where they would be washing the fruits the maids were collecting before the storm.

"I've never seen you before," he said before I could even step up and grab the bucket. I turned to him and saw him standing tall, one leg on the ground and the other propped on a large rock beside him.

"I'm... Helanie," I replied, hesitating. I wasn't sure if I should mention my relationship with their stepfather. The brothers seemed hostile, so I decided to stay silent and wait for Lord McQuoid to introduce me to his sons. I felt more at ease in my stepfather's presence.

"Sweet name!" he said, tilting his head slightly as his eyes roamed over my body, ogling every inch of me.

I started to wonder if I should tell him who I was before he said something that would make things awkward between us later.

"I'm Maximus A. McQuoid," he introduced himself, clicking his tongue and strolling in my direction. I held my breath, trying to remain composed.

"Should I carry these buckets to the main ground?" I asked, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence. However, I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting down to his pants. He was packed tightly in them, and I hated that I had even looked.

"What's the rush?" he shocked me by stopping right in front of me, hunching down slightly.

"You got quite a body. You know, I don't discriminate. Anyone who can please me is welcome in my bed," he said in a husky voice, lowering his face until our eyes met.

I wanted to scream inside. Hearing that from my stepbrother was the last thing I wanted.

"I should go. The others are already working, and I don't want to—" I tried to flee, but he stepped in my way, his smirk deepening.

"Don't act like you don't know I caught you staring at the bulge in my pants. And trust me, it's growing," he said, grabbing my hand and placing it on his bulge. Sure enough, I could feel it moving.

I gasped, horrified, and immediately pulled away. Just then, Charlotte appeared, thankfully interrupting the moment.

"Oh! You two have met already?" she said. I jumped back from him, rubbing my face with my hands, while Maximus didn't seem the least bit shy about what had just happened.

"Huh?" Maximus turned to Charlotte, his smirk fading as she continued.

"I'm saying, have you met your stepsister? She's Helanie. She's staying with us for a week." The minute she made the introduction, the seductive grin on Maximus' face vanished, replaced by a look of sheer horror.

It was equally horrifying for both of us as we stood there, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.


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