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The morning after
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Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils Kaius is gone
MIRABELLAThe moment I step into the café, I’m greeted by the most heavenly smell. Warm bread, cinnamon, roasted coffee beans—it all wraps around me like a blanket I didn’t know I needed. My shoulders relax without my permission, and for the first time all day, I almost feel safe. Behind the counter stands a woman with straw-colored hair swept into a neat bun. Her apron is spotless, though flour dusts the tips of her fingers. Her eyes, a clear blue, find me immediately. “Hi, sweetie,” she says with a kind of brisk warmth. “What can I get for you?” Her hands hover over the register, ready for my order. I swallow, nerves bunching in my throat. “Actually, I’m not here for coffee. I’m Mirabella Taylor, and I’d like to apply for the assistant job. The ad outside said there were school-friendly hours? I go to Silvercrest Hall.” Her eyebrows lift. “Hmm. A scholarship student?” I don’t correct her, even though the truth is more complicated. Technically, she isn’t wrong—I’m only here
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils More humiliation
MIRABELLA I’m so startled I let out a tiny squeak, and immediately the sound leaves my lips, I curse myself for it, because the sound sets off another round of laughter behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, blinking hard against the tears that burn at the back of them, desperate not to let them spill. I don’t want them to see me crying. I don’t want them to know just how much this has gotten to me. My shoes squelch as I shift on the wet tile. Something slimy slides off my sleeve and lands with a sickening slap against the floor. A banana peel lies at my feet, yellow gone brown, edges curling in on themselves. I nudge it away with the tip of my shoe, breathing through my mouth instead of my nose so the smell doesn’t send me over the edge. The stench is rancid—rotting food, sour milk, something metallic. My stomach heaves when my gaze snags on a bloodstained tampon stuck to the corner of my locker door, dangling like some cruel punchline. I roll my tongue against the roof of my m
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils humiliated
MIRABELLAThe rest of the weekend passes in a blur. I spend most of it holed up in my room, headphones in, trying to drown out the sounds of laughter and footsteps echoing down the Windsor halls. I keep out of the twins’ way as much as possible. It feels safer that way, though “safe” in this house doesn’t really exist.By Monday morning, I’m exhausted even though I’ve barely moved. Cassian drops me off at school in his sleek black car, the leather still carrying that expensive smell that reminds me this isn’t my world. Before I step out, he tells me my car will arrive before the end of the week. His tone is calm, businesslike, but the words stick in my chest. A car. My own. It feels like surreal. One day, I’m barely able to scrape up enough to afford a meal, and now, I’m getting my own car.But at the same time, it feels like chains the chains around me are getting pulled tighter. Because the only reason it’s happening is that I agreed to stay. The school building looms ahead of me,
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils The morning after
MIRABELLAThe night air still clings to me long after I collapse into bed, my legs aching, my new shoes rubbed raw against my feet. I lie awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake the image of taillights vanishing into the trees. Kaius left me there like I was disposable, like I was nothing. When I finally drift into a restless sleep, it doesn’t last. My dreams are jagged, broken, stitched together with laughter that isn’t kind and faces that blur into shadows. By morning, I’m sore, hollowed out, and every part of me wants to disappear. I drag myself to the kitchen anyway, because hiding in my room will only make me look weaker. A bowl of cereal sits in front of me, rainbow loops floating soggy in milk, but I can barely force myself to eat. My legs ache under the table, my feet swollen from walking so far in shoes that weren’t meant for it. I’ve barely been here a week, and I already feel like I won’t survive two years. The school. The Windsor brothers. This house.
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils A party
MIRABELLA Later in the afternoon, I come downstairs to find the guys huddled in a large room at the end of the right wing. The ceilings are so high it feels like standing at the bottom of a canyon. Warm afternoon light spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling over glossy wood floors and expensive rugs. But the air is tense, brittle enough that I almost hesitate to step inside. The Windsor brothers look up when I enter, and silence greets me—flat, heavy, not even the courtesy of a hello. It’s clear they’re not warming up to me anytime soon. Their eyes are wary, like I’m a grenade Cassian’s lobbed into the middle of their lives. Cassian, ever oblivious or just stubbornly determined to play patriarch, tries to slice through the awkwardness. “Where are you guys going tonight?” he asks in a conversational tone, as if he’s only mildly curious. For a moment, nobody answers. Kaden flicks a look to Kaius, who’s perched on a bar stool with one foot hooked around the lower rung, t
Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha Devils First day of school
MIRABELLA My body’s still shaking long after Kaius leaves, my skin buzzing like there’s a live wire running under it. I blow out a slow breath, forcing myself to move. I finish tugging on clean clothes, black jeans and a faded tank, then cram everything I own into my backpack. That bag is staying glued to me until I find a decent hiding spot. No way I’m letting fifteen grand out of my sight. It’s my lifeline. My ticket out. I slip into the hallway and almost laugh. It’s so wide I swear I could drive Cassian’s entire fleet of luxury cars down it. What kind of family needs a house this size? Maybe it used to be a hotel, because it sure feels like it. I pass four doors before I spot a narrow staircase tucked behind a half-open door. Jackpot. I take it two steps at a time, grateful for the silence. At the bottom, the house opens into a kitchen so big my jaw drops. Two massive stoves, an island with marble that probably costs more than my entire old apartment, rows of spo
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