11: A Subtle Blackmail

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• MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS   25: The Royal Ball

  BROOKSIt was the night of the gala. I sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, clutching the tiny bedazzled purse in my lap. The built-in screen played the live feed of the gala’s red carpet. Stephan and Venita had just stepped out of their car, looking like royalty. They walked the carpet with practiced ease, the cameras loved them. A few minutes later, Heath and Zade followed in their own car. Even Zade, who claimed to hate attention, handled it like he’d done it a thousand times. Maybe he had. This is definitely not their first rodeo. They were royalty so this life was all they knew.Then the car stopped. My turn.My chest tightened. I took a deep breath and waited for the door to open.And when it did, all hell broke loose.Flashes. Screams. Questions flying from every direction.“Brooks! Over here!”“Who are you wearing?”“Give us a smile!”I blinked against the blinding lights, trying to smile, trying not to flinch. I barely made it one step before the security team mov

• MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS   24: Getting Real

  BROOKSShit!I could only imagine how this looked.My cheeks were flushed. My lips were swollen. I was clinging to the edge of the pool like I needed it to stay upright. And Heath—fucking Heath—looked like the picture of smug, wet sin.Shit. Shit. Shit.“Zade,” I managed, voice thin. “I—I didn’t hear you come in.”His eyes flicked between the two of us, a small frown creasing across his forehead. “Clearly.”The word landed flat and cold between us.“Well, well,” Heath, unbothered, turned with a grin. “If it isn’t my little brother.”He climbed out of the pool like it was a scene from a goddamn fantasy. Water slid down his chest in thick rivulets, clinging to every hard line of his body as he grabbed a towel from the lounger it landed on earlier.He draped it lazily over his shoulder, shaking his head once to sling droplets from his hair.Zade didn’t respond. Not really. He just stared at Heath. Quiet. Expression unreadable.Heath smirked at that, as if Zade’s silence was more amusin

• MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS   23: Can I add a fourth finger?

  BROOKSHis fingers started to move, pumping in and out of me with slow, slick thrusts that made the water around us ripple. Each stroke was calculated—deep, dragging, obscene. “Still pretending you don’t want this?” he growled, the edge in his voice darker now, hungrier. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Brooks. But this?” He thrust harder. I gasped sharply.“This cunt’s been telling me the truth from the start.”I bit down on a moan, hard. “Fuck you.”“Yeah?” He grinned. “That mouth’s getting real bold now, baby.”His other hand caught my jaw, turning my face toward his so he could see it all—every twitch, every flicker of heat in my eyes as he split me open on his fingers. “You gonna curse at me while you ride my hand like a desperate little slut? Huh?”I hated that I loved how it sounded. Because I was riding his fingers now, grinding down, rolling my hips in time with every thrust. The shame was there but it couldn’t compete with how good it felt. How right it felt in a

• MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS   22: Always Wet For Me

  BROOKSI was restless.Emotionally drained.My body felt heavy with everything that went down the previous day; Zade snapping at me, Chia’s threats, the stress of the money situation. I haven’t even eaten properly all day.Nothing tasted right. Nothing felt right.The heat this evening didn’t help.It was one of those thick, breathless evenings. My room felt like a furnace, the AC barely making a dent. Or maybe it was just me, because of everything I was struggling with.I tried reading. Couldn’t get past the same paragraph.Tried sleeping. Tossed and turned until I gave up.I just… needed out.The mansion was quiet. Eerily so. As far as I knew, everyone had disappeared into their separate wings or were out for the weekend. The maids moved like ghosts in the halls. I barely even saw them.I threw on an oversized T-shirt over my black two-piece and padded barefoot down the hallway, through the back entrance and toward the pool.The moment I stepped outside, the cool night air brushed a

• MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS   21: A Brief Relief

  BROOKS“PUT THAT DOWN!”I froze. Like a deer caught in headlights.The sketchpad slipped from my fingers and landed with a soft thud against the table, flipping closed as if it was sealing shut whatever it was I wasn’t supposed to see.“I’m sorry—” I started, voice small.“You shouldn’t have touched that!” Zade snapped, his voice low but sharp. “Why the hell would you go through my stuff?”What? I blinked at him.“I wasn’t going through anything,” I quickly defended myself, hands raised in surrender. “I was just looking around. You left me here alone.”“That doesn’t mean you get to snoop!” he fired back, his brows were furrowed, jaw tight. “It’s called boundaries, Brooks. You don’t just open someone’s personal sketchpad.”“Are you serious right now?” I stepped back from the table, my pulse rising. “I apologized. The moment you said something, I dropped it. I didn’t even see anything.”“That’s not the point.”“Then what is the point?” I snapped, finally letting the heat rise in my thro

• MATED TO HER ALPHA STEPBROTHERS   20: Put That Down

  BROOKSZade’s studio was nothing like I imagined.It was tucked behind a quiet street, hidden behind a matte black door with no sign, just a single white “Z” scrawled on the wall beside it.He unlocked it with a keycard and stepped aside for me to enter first.I walked in… and my breath caught.It was huge— open and airy, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the moonlight. The walls were bare concrete, left unfinished, with hints of exposed brick and steel beams running across the ceiling.The floors were polished black cement, scuffed in places by the drag of easels and boots. It smelled faintly of paint and wood and something warm— like cedar and clean cotton.The space had a quiet energy, like a room that had been soaked in hours of solitude and creation.One wall was completely covered with sketches pinned up in organized chaos— portraits, abstract pieces, full scenes of color and darkness.Another had half-finished canvases leaned in a row, each more expressive than the last