Targeted by Lycan Princess' Brothers

Kelsey's POVThe sharp tang of antiseptic burned my nose. The human doctor handed me the test results, coffee-stained fingers leaving faint smudges on the paper.I stared at the grainy image. A shadow the size of a grape stared back. My ears were ringing."Five weeks along," the doctor's voice sounded muffled, like he was underwater. "Congratulations. All your levels look perfect."My blood turned to ice. My fingers dug into the stone bench until my knuckles whitened—this couldn't be happening.As an unmated werewolf, that single encounter with Alpha Marcus during last month's full moon shouldn't have done this.Moon madness had made his wolf restless, driving him to seek me out.He'd only left temporary marks on my neck, his fangs never breaking skin."You... sure about this?" My voice shook. The scent of pine seeped from me uncontrollably, mixing with the sweet lychee aroma of early pregnancy."Absolutely." The doctor smiled.I trudged through Shadowpine Forest clutching the report.

Kelsey's POVAngela's words painted images I didn't want to see.When I stayed silent, she yanked her collar lower.Fresh bite marks glistened with healing serum—marks Marcus shouldn't have given to anyone but his true mate.My fangs pierced my cheek, blood drowning the bile rising in my throat.I turned to zip up my duffel. Three years of life packed into thirty pounds.Angela's rose-scented pheromones choked the walk-in closet as she drummed polished nails on gilded doors.Beta Darcy scurried to take her fur coat, neck bared in submission to the higher-ranked wolf."Darcy," Angela sang, "that luggage looks expensive. Get her something... suitable."The Beta threw a moldy canvas sack at my feet. "Use this."Marcus' pine scent cut through the mildew stench from the adjacent bathroom.His shower water pounded like gunshots.The fading bond from our partial mating three months ago made morning sickness churn harder."Search the bag." Angela's fangs peeked beneath crimson lips.I turned

Digby's POVAs we headed to the dining area, a couple suddenly rushed toward Kelsey.They shouted at Kelsey, "Kelsey, you ungrateful brat! We took you in when no one wanted you, an orphan. Now you've found rich relatives and plan to ditch us? We're your benefactors!"My brow furrowed as I glanced at Kelsey.Her smile vanished. "Wally, Sky, you dare call yourselves my benefactors? I nearly starved under your roof until Catherine fed me. Later, you dumped me with her."Catherine was stunned. "How did you find me? I didn't tell anyone."Sky sneered. "We're her legal adoptive parents. You can't claim all the credit.""Right. Kelsey's family must be wealthy to afford this posh hotel. They should compensate us."My right hand twitched at my side, Lycan blood surging beneath my skin.The crystal chandelier dimmed three times. My nails pierced my custom gloves, glowing dark gold beneath my suit sleeve.Wally and Sky froze—ordinary humans might not sense my werewolf aura, but they still felt p

Kelsey's POVAfter dinner, we returned to the penthouse suite.Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and my nape prickled as if kissed by a pup's tiny teeth.I'd planned to chat with Catherine but fell asleep soon after lying down.The recurring nightmares of the past three days vanished that night.The next morning, I woke to my alarm.Once, as Marcus's mate and Luna of the Bladeclaw Pack, I'd risen at seven daily to cook his breakfast—for three years.Now, I turned off the alarm. No more pleasing that Alpha.But soon, my phone rang.The screen flashed a name I couldn't forget—Marcus.In three years of marriage, he'd never called me.I'd have been thrilled once, but now, I didn't want to answer.When the call finally ended, I lay awake. It was the first time I'd refused Marcus, and my emotions were tangled.My wolf whined in my mind, and I soothed it.Another call came—our Pack's omega."Luna Kelsey, do you know where Alpha Marcus's favorite blue tie is?"I almost

Kelsey's POVI held my ground, the temporary mark on my nape—still healing—prickling under Angela's rose-scented pheromones.I released my signature pine aura to counter hers. "Moira summoned me for the full moon feast, not to be the kitchen omega."Mia's fangs pierced her lip, Alpha bloodline pressure wafting like cheap perfume. "You're a rogue even without a pack badge. What makes you think you're Bladeclaw's Luna?"I walked into the hall, where Sydney and Angela sat by the fireplace.Sydney's permanent mark from the former Alpha glowed, while Angela—Marcus's childhood soulmate—eyed my fading temporary mark with her emerald wolf eyes.Mia shoved me, releasing aggressive pheromones. "Sydney! This rogue refused to prep food and attacked me with pheromones!"Sydney's moonstone-tipped staff flared with frost. "Challenge your own Pack? You'd be nowhere without Marcus's pure blood calming you!"Angela twirled her hair, rose pheromones mocking me. "Wolves never change their meat-eating hab