Claimed By Her Step Brothers: Theirs To Own

~~~"No one wants a failure like you, Freya The only reason this pack hasn’t thrown you out yet is because I let you stay. Now get back to work or watch me force you!"I flinched, allowing my words die in my throat but my face must have betrayed my thoughts because her next words hit right at the spot."Oh, come on Freya! You absolutely do not expect me to sing some absurd celebration song or shower you with untrue praises because today is a reminder of the unfortunate day you decided to be born?"I choked on my saliva, the pain of the truth locking my throat. I finally managed a whisper., "Mother, It's my birthday!"She pinched my ear lobes, dragging me with the sensitive flesh. "I Warned you severally not to call me that! I am NOT your mother" she emphasized an already known fact. I had grown into the habit of calling Beatrice mother since she began to foster me at the age of six.I sucked in my bottom lip, biting back the pain from the gesture. She continued, angrily "You turn 18

CHAPTER 3~~FREYA~~When I finally reached the outskirts of the town hall, I was breathless, sweat-soaked, and covered in smudges of dirt. Expensive cars and luxurious pack carriages were parked in neat rows, gleaming under the outdoor lamps.I slipped around to the back entrance, the one reserved for the cleaning staff. My initial plan to blend in and search for my true mate now seemed unreal. I looked less like a guest and more like I’d just crawled out of the woods, which I had.I entered through the service door into a bustling kitchen. The instant I stepped in, I knew I was a mistake.The head cook, a plump woman named Clara, stopped barking orders and turned her stern eyes on me. Her expression shifted into instant disdain.“Freya? What in the moon goddess’s name happened to you? You look like a street urchin!” she hissed, gesturing wildly at the streak of dirt across my cheek. “You’re supposed to be cleaning, not causing a scene!”I stammered, trying to explain the Rogue,

CHAPTER 5~~FREYA~~I made it home after all of the humiliation, sank into my bed and buried myself under the sheets, hoping not to get noticed by mother. I’d already gone through hell ând it’ll be a matter of time before she scolds me. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for the memories to go away.Slowly, the exhaustion from the night occurrence began to take over ând I drifted off to sleepSuddenly, I felt hands gripping my shoulders tightly, violently jolting me back to the waking world. ."Freya! Wake up!""Get up, useless child! Now!" she hissed, yanking the sheet off me.I scrambled up, my heart hammering against my ribs, instantly terrified she was about to resume her scolding."What is it, Mother?" I whispered, rubbing my sore eyes."No time for tears or questions. You are leaving. Tonight."My blood ran cold. "Leaving? Where?" I stammered. In the depths of my heart, I know where I was leaving to. “You are going back to the Crescent Pack. No more my responsibility!”I shook

~~FREYA~~"Please" I whispered again. "You don't understand. He hates me. He will kill me"My croaked pleas fell on deaf ears. "Don't make this harder than it already is" he said grumpilyMy "saviour" and the silver haired brother who looked a lot like father just stood there, uttering no words as they watched me struggle. Every fight I had left within me dissipated. Like always, I'm given no option in this too. I didn't miss the maids' shocked stares when they saw me walk into the manor, their surprised gasps. Some faces I remember, Some I don't. I tried to look out for one in particular. Tasha, the maid who had been my mother's favourite. She did love me at the time and strongly opposed the Alpha when he tried to banish me from the pack. I didn't see her. "Why is she here? Wasn't she banished by her own father years ago?" One of them questioned no one in particular, her voice audible enough for me to hear.We stopped abruptly. My mate turned to one of the maids. "Where is F

~~XAVIER ASHWOOD~~I reached her room in a blur, the door swung wide open to reveal a sight that turned my blood to ice.She was sprawled on the floor, spilled blood right beside where she laid. A cold shiver ran down my spine and I felt the rage flooding my veins.In my head, Luka let out a snarl, clawing the edges of my consciousness. It's him.I know he did it. He had dared to strike even when I made it clear to him to back off. I dropped to my knees beside her. My fingers pressed against the side of her neck, searching for a beating pulse. For a harrowing five seconds, there was nothing. Then, came the weak throb."She’s alive," I breathed, the words coming off as a growl. I looked up at the maid, my eyes likely glowing with the hue of a shifting wolf. My beast is threatening to break out and hunt down whom we both know did this to her. "Get the healer. Now! If you aren't back in two minutes, I’ll have your head." It wasn't an empty threat.She vanished into the hall