The Alpha's Forbidden Mate: My Three Brothers
Ongoing · Joy Brown
Dragging my battered suitcase up to Silvermoon castle, I had one goal: keep my head down and survive. After all, what's a Beta orphan supposed to expect from a pack of Alphas? But when Cordelia wrapped me in her arms with a warm "welcome home," I finally dared to believe this place might actually feel like one.
Then everything got messy. Zephyr started hovering, those intense eyes studying me as he asked, "You can really feel what we're feeling, can't you?" Evander would slip me warm muffins with a quiet "thought you might need this." Even Lysander—Mr. Ice-Cold himself—kept growling "Stay close" whenever danger lurked.
My gift let me sense the protectiveness they tried to hide, but I couldn't figure out why my own heart was doing backflips. Then the Blackwood pack came for us. The night Lysander vanished, I sobbed until my chest ached. When he came back, even Evander's usual calm had cracks I'd never seen before.
Now all three of them are looking at me like I'm their missing piece, and I'm freaking out. This whole "found family" thing just became a lot more complicated. How the hell am I supposed to choose between them?
Then everything got messy. Zephyr started hovering, those intense eyes studying me as he asked, "You can really feel what we're feeling, can't you?" Evander would slip me warm muffins with a quiet "thought you might need this." Even Lysander—Mr. Ice-Cold himself—kept growling "Stay close" whenever danger lurked.
My gift let me sense the protectiveness they tried to hide, but I couldn't figure out why my own heart was doing backflips. Then the Blackwood pack came for us. The night Lysander vanished, I sobbed until my chest ached. When he came back, even Evander's usual calm had cracks I'd never seen before.
Now all three of them are looking at me like I'm their missing piece, and I'm freaking out. This whole "found family" thing just became a lot more complicated. How the hell am I supposed to choose between them?