Four times Rejected, Claimed by Mafia Stepbrother

**Chapter Two** The cold floor felt like home—cold, unwelcoming, and suffocating. I had spent the night curled up in the living room, staring at the ceiling, trying to silence the thoughts that screamed at me. My mate had rejected me. Again. Like I was nothing more than trash beneath his feet. I had no time to dwell on the pain. Morning had arrived, and with it, my stepmother's shrill voice pierced through the silence. "Serena!" Vivian's voice rang from the dining area. "Get in here and make breakfast for your sisters!" I clenched my fists and pulled myself off the floor. My entire body ached, but I ignored it. I had done this every day for years; cooking, cleaning, obeying. But today, something snapped, almost.I marched into the kitchen, finding my stepmother seated comfortably while my stepsisters, Laura and Elena, scrolled through their phones like they had no care in the world. My jaw tightened. "They can make their own breakfast," I muttered under my breath, but Vivian hea

**Chapter Four***Serena’s POV*The room felt too small, too suffocating. I had packed everything I could possibly carry in the box, the last of my clothes folded neatly inside. I was leaving, and there was no turning back. No more hiding. No more pretending this place, this family, was my home. I had tried. For years, I had tried to belong. But in the end, I was just the weak Omega, the nobody, the invisible girl in the house that no one cared for. My stepmother’s sneers, my stepsisters' jabs, the countless rejections from four different mates… all of it had chipped away at me until there was nothing left but an empty shell.And Damien... I could still feel the sting of that night , the way he had looked at me like I was just another one of his toys, ordered out of his presence without a second glance. His words were like daggers in my mind. “Get out. I don’t want you here. You’re nothing but a slut.” I imagined him saying that in his mind.I was nothing. I knew that. No one would

Chapter Six (Damien’s POV) The penthouse was silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the night skyline, the twinkling lights stretching endlessly, but Serena wasn’t looking at them. She sat stiffly in the oversized leather chair, her arms wrapped around those sexy breasts I badly wanted to feel and stretch like a protective shield. Even in the dim lighting, I could see the way her fingers dug into her arms, her breathing shallow, her shoulders tense. She was scared, even my wolf could feel it—but too damn stubborn to admit it. Her eyes darted around the room as her expression shifted between confusion and disbelief. I could practically hear the questions running through her head, and sure enough, her voice broke through the heavy silence, laced with something between anger and desperation. “Why?” she whispered, her voice hoarse, as if she hadn’t spoken in hours. “Why are you doing this? And how the hell are you connected to my family

Chapter Eight. Serena’s POV The Pack I had always seen on the news looking so grand, so powerful like a fortress of strength was nothing like the nightmare before me now. My rib cage was in pains at the mare sight of what was going on before me. The air was thick with gunpowder, choking my lungs as I inhaled the chaos. The sky which were littered with stars, was now a swirling mess of black smoke and red flames licking at the edges of the Pack houses. Screams echoed in the distance, blending with the relentless gunfire that rattled through the air. The scent of burning wood mixed with the sickly metallic tang of blood made me bite my tongue hard but I didn't feel pain. What on earth have I gotten myself into? But then…. A loud crack shattered the windshield. I let out a scream as the glass exploded into a million sharp pieces and pierced My skin, My arms flew up instinctively, but before I could react, a large, clawed hand shot through the broken window and yanked me out of

Chapter Ten Serena’s POV I woke up feeling... different. Not necessarily better, but at least I wasn’t shaking anymore. The room I was in was enormous—easily ten times the size of my actual room back in Lupine Pack. Everything about it screamed wealth. From the high ceiling with a crystal chandelier to the massive windows draped in velvet curtains, to the dark wooden floors and a bed so soft I could sink into it for days. I pushed myself up, rubbing my eyes as the memories of last night flooded back. The attack. The gunfire. Vincent Kane. And Damien. The beautiful monster who barely batted an eye at the chaos around us. The Psychopath who made me tremble at his touch shamelessly and begged, no man, none of my mates brought out such a desire in me.I shivered in self disgust and tried to look for guilt in me but my wolf snapped at me, letting me face the reality that this psychopath was our mate. I was here. In his world. And there was no way out. I glanced at the bedside