My Twin Alpha Bullies Is My Stepbrothers

Alice POVI turned my head in shock, and there, the hot Alpha—Ethan—was stepping out of the closet while calmly adjusting his tie. I couldn’t believe it. The hot Alpha who had just flirted with me the whole time was actually the Ethan Nelson? The famous Alpha asshole, in a different kind of way compared to his arrogant, domineering brother. He had a reputation as the most mischievous devil, notorious for playing with girls' hearts, but never even let any of them get a bite of him. Rumor has it he loved to let girls fall for him and then dump them without a blink.Damn, it can’t be!But as soon as I saw his handsome face, there were no more doubts about his identity.Ethan had the same sinfully perfect face as Aiden—like they’d both been carved from the same block of temptation. They shared that fiery red hair too, bright as flame, though Ethan’s was longer, tied loosely at the back of his head. But while Aiden looked like he’d ruin you on purpose, Ethan looked like he’d do it ju

Alice POVI didn’t expect to see Sabrina, the head of the sorority, walking toward us. She and Melinda were usually rivals, competing over clothes, parties, boyfriends, everything. Normally, they shouldn’t be siding together anyway. With a fake smile, Sabrina, with her followers, stood next to Melinda.She looked at me with a look of novelty, her tone soft as if she were talking to some little pet. "Oh, you poor little thing, must have been dreaming of Dean’s charity, do you?”“What are you doing here?” Melinda was clearly aroused by Sabrina's competitive spirit. She gave me a hard push and pushed me among her sisters, who then pinned me to the ground, unable to move. "This is me teaching my slave. It has nothing to do with you!"“Oh really?” Sabrina carelessly fiddled with her beautiful fingernails while she took out some sort of sticker. “Well, I’m here under the Nelsons’ commission, to pass something.”Melinda's eyes widened as soon as she heard the names of the Nelson brothers

Alice POVEven after they disappeared across the quad, Ethan’s laughter echoed in the back of my skull like a siren I couldn’t turn off.I felt like I’d just walked out of a storm—knees shaky, skin hot. The crowd had mostly dispersed, but the weight of all those stares still clung to me like static, especially around my collarbone, where the heat of that damn mark still pulsed under my skin.I tugged my collar shut, fingers trembling slightly as if I could stuff the memory back inside along with the black-red thorned rose that now branded my chest.Beatrice was the first to break the silence. “Okay. That was... a lot.”Her voice was low, like she was afraid of saying it too loud and summoning them back.“I thought you said you were gonna keep your head down,” Liz added dryly, adjusting her glasses, her dark eyes flicking to my collarbone with clear concern. “That doesn’t look like laying low to me.”“I didn’t ask for this,” I muttered, gripping the strap of my backpack so hard my knuck

Alice’s POVRight now, I’m sitting in the Nelson mansion with my mom—across the table from Alpha Lucian and his three sons—pretending this is a “family dinner” instead of the most awkward night of my life.The Nelson twins are directly across from me. Every move is polished, every gesture flawless, their silverware making barely a whisper. They’re like a pair of princes trained at some royal court.Beck, their eight-year-old little brother, is another story. He’s next to me, sawing his dinner knife across the plate so it shrieks against the porcelain, eyes locked on me like a young wolf who’s botched his first hunt—restless, irritated, but itching to bite.If looks could flay skin, I’d be raw by now.At the head of the table, Alpha Lucian eats as though nothing’s wrong. My mom sits beside him, tense but graceful, her left hand hidden under the table—where I can see his much larger hand covering hers.She catches me watching. The look she gives me is full of quiet worry. She’s afraid B

Alice POVEthan’s eyes darkened instantly, the blue turning into a turbulent, almost black ocean. I somehow pulled a trigger I didn’t know existed.He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.With a sudden, fluid movement, he grabbed the thick duvet from the bed and shoved a corner of it roughly into my mouth.“Mmph—!”My protest was muffled instantly. I tried to spit it out, but his hand clamped over my jaw, forcing my teeth to sink into the fabric.“Bite down,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated against my skin. “Unless you want everyone in this house to hear exactly how wet you are getting in your firt day into this house.”I glared at him, eyes burning with humiliation and rage, but I bit down. I had to.Satisfied, he shifted his weight, pinning my legs apart with his knees. The leather gloves he wore—black, sleek, and terrifyingly cold—creaked as he flexed his fingers.His gloved hand slid up my thigh, the leather cool and smooth against my heated skin. It wa