My Alpha Stepbrother’s Babies and the Rogue

SIENNA "Sorry! Oh shit, you look amazing." I rushed the last part out in quiet awe, whilst trying to steady myself after almost sending an elderly guest to the ground in the middle of the hall. She looked so buttery too, like she would have gotten a concussion if she'd fallen. The lady only spared me a dirty look in response to my apology and compliment, then strutted off in her six-inch Peter Chu heels. Well, wow. And here I was struggling to walk in my pumps. I took a deep breath and managed to trudge back to my seat. Tonight, the Sun Pack's Royal Hall was alive for my mother's wedding reception. Her dreams finally came true; she'd married an Alpha. Violins strummed a melody so loud, the air too sweet with champagne and regality. My eyes roamed the crowd, while my fingers clutched my glass like a lifeline. This reaction was all mom's fault. Twenty years of being tucked away by her had taught me one thing — too many bodies in one room made my skin crawl. I kept my g

SIENNA "You know you can always tell me if you need anything, right sweet cheeks?" Mom asked me on her way out to a ball with her husband. She was out almost everyday since she got married. Luna's duties, I supposed. But where did that leave me? "Hmm." I simply replied, forcing a smile as I took out some crushed ice from the fridge. Mom's brows drew together. "Since when do you eat ice?" I froze, my brain on overdrive but I had no answer still. "Uh…" "Is that new?" She chuckled, but it seemed forced. Suspicious. Mom was clever. She could find out if I didn't act fast. "I… Yes. It's just for today, I feel… unusually hot." I told her, and there was a pause between us with a lot of staring into each other's souls. She was just about to say something else when I heard Stepdad's voice call out, "Liora! I'm ready!" Her head immediately snapped to his direction. "Coming, love!" Then she turned back to me, her eyes searching mine. "I hope you're okay, Sienna. We

SIENNABy dawn, we reached rogue territory, and the first thing that hit me was how cold everyone seemed. Not that I expected anything less. I was a trespasser after all.“Wow. They look like they’re about to mob me or something.” I whispered, moving closer to him.“Did you expect a welcome party, princess? You are from the Silverfang pack which means you are the enemy. Best to stay calm and courteous.”“You really should have just left me in the woods if the intention was to bring me here to die.”“Hmm. I guess I realized it was better you died in my hands, publicly enough.” Rhys spoke with so much venom in his voice I didn’t doubt him one bit.The rogues and the Silverfang pack had a longstanding war, one that wouldn’t easily be forgotten. It only took the grace of the Moon goddess that we weren’t yet at war but I had a deep feeling that with any slight misunderstanding, both packs would lose it.Being from the SilverFang Pack made the rogues hate me for reasons I didn’t know, reaso

SIENNAThe next morning, the mansion was quiet, too quiet. Even the servants’ chatter seemed to vanish when the Alpha’s boots sounded against the marble floors.Rhys was back from patrol.I kept my head low, scrubbing the soot from the hearth while his footsteps passed through the corridor. The air thickened with his scent; cedar, smoke, something wild that never quite faded.“Alpha,” Elira’s voice floated toward him, sweet and silvery. “You’re early. Breakfast is ready.”He didn’t answer. Just a grunt, deep in his throat.Typical.From where I knelt, I saw the hem of his cloak brush past the doorway. He didn’t look my way, but somehow, I felt his gaze linger. The weight of it.I straightened, wiping my hands on my apron, heart thudding harder than it should.“Tea,” Elira ordered softly from behind me. “For the Alpha. Quickly.”“Yes, Luna.”The porcelain trembled in my hands as I poured the brew, careful not to spill. I carried it down the hall, knocked once, and entered when his vo

SIENNAThe sound of lashes didn’t fade quickly. It clung to the air, sharp and rhythmic, each strike like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me. Ten lashes. I counted them without meaning to.The courtyard fell quiet after the last scream. The silence that followed was heavier than the pain itself. Even the birds stayed hidden.I pressed my palms against my belly, feeling the faintest movement beneath my fingers… small, fluttering, alive. My little pup. My reason for breathing, even when it hurts too.From where I stood, half-shadowed near the corridor, I could see the servants scatter. Heads bowed, eyes lowered, lips sealed. Not one of them spoke. Fear moved through the house like smoke.The smell of blood lingered too long.I stayed still until the sound of footsteps faded, his footsteps. Then I turned the corner, slow, my heart still beating unevenly.Rhea was already there, crouched on the floor, sweeping the broken glass from the rug. Her movements were quiet, deliberate. Sh