Semua Bab Fated to the Three Rogue Alpha Brothers: Bab 21 - Bab 30

CONNOR KINCAIDThe Goddess’ favorite.Everyone around me strived to be that.I learnt at a young age I didn’t need to be the Goddess’ favorite but Christopher Kincaid’s favorite.And what was being someone’s favorite?My father or as I like to call him Christopher Kincaid taught me at an early age that being number one in our world meant sacrificing everything.At ten years old, I sacrificed my time practicing how to be a formidable Alpha.At ten years old, I sacrificed my body to my father’s beatings just to be tough like he was.At ten years old, I did everything my father told me to do because I was his favorite among the sons he despised.I never wanted to be his favorite though. I wanted to be Shane, the boy who stood up to my father and said ‘no’. I wanted to be Neo, the boy who hang around mom and got to laugh with her all day.I shouldn’t have been my father’s favorite because being his favorite gave me scars that never healed.Scars that I see every time I close my eyes and r

RIVER BROWNTwo days. Two nights. All that can be described by one word, torture.“Again”“Why don’t you take the arrow and shove it up your- “, my words die down, my teeth collide with my lips as I hold the arrow shooting at the target that’s a tree marked bullseye with a carved X on the bark.Everyone who was recruited yesterday into the Greyhound pack-Alpha Kane’s pack and into the Moon Shadow pack-Connor and his brothers’ pack, knows how to shoot an arrow by now.I’m the only one stuck and not just stuck, I’m stuck with-“Again!” Connor barks.We are in the middle of nowhere. There are just trees, a vast land of trees and short green grass such that the camp is secluded from any pack that isn’t Kane’s or Connor’s.Our tents are pitched up at the end of the small space. The black ones are from the Moon Shadow pack and the brown ones from the Grey Hound pack.The same goes to the outfits.Especially the tight leather clothing I’m wearing right now that makes it hard to breathe and l

RIVER BROWNI couldn't buy it.The look on Neo’s face, the haggard way the tips of his blonde hair fell on his forehead when all of us three went back to my tent.Something was wrong, I could feel it but I couldn't—“Sleep”Neo orders, the harshness of his voice to a minimum and I blink at him twice with a curious brow.“It's hard to sleep incase you haven't noticed”“You are cold?” He raises a confused brow, his eyes raking my face, my neck all the way down to where the blanket has covered my shoulders.It's hard to be cold when there's three of us in my bed.Connor's chest is hugging my back, his feet are tangled with me inside the blanket. His face is buried in the crook of my neck and every time he breathes, goosebumps light up my skin like rain drops.“I'm warmer than I've ever been in my entire life so no…no to cold”Neo doesn't smile and I'm almost positive I won't sleep tonight but his strikingly blue eyes gaze at me before he says,“You've never slept with a man in your bed?”

RIVER BROWNThe plane ride felt like I was violating the Goddess’ domain.This is not what I imagined the heavens to be like.Add in that I was in the sky for more than four hours in bed with men who refused to take their legs and hands off of me and I think the Goddess might have wanted to strike me dead.I keep adding sin after sin and I’m enjoying sinning. A lot.“You hungry?” Connor’s hand is on my thigh.The thigh that is barely covered by his t-shirt…the one I’m wearing with Neo’s oversized coat on top.“No, just dizzy”“You need water?” Neo asks to my left.“No. I just want a bed and some quiet and some sleep”Connor chuckles but he is not really withdrawing his hand from one of my thighs. Neither is Neo.If they think touching me and making me feel all sorts of weird sensations in my tummy will make me forget about Jake, they are dead wrong.Gio, our driver, gets the message because he moves the car around traffic like a pro.The noise of the cars, the smell of the city, the t

SHANE KINCAIDYou know what I’d like more than anything?To be back in that damn restaurant, her killer body in my arms, her siren lips sucking every bit of energy from me.I can’t do that though because one, the restaurant was five hours ago and River is probably in bed with Connor-sleeping and two, I’m stuck with this…hunting, sniffing out a rabbit who has always thought he was a god.Gotta hand it to my old man though, he’s been careful. Twenty something years later and Christopher Kincaid has managed to fall from the face of the realm.Some called him a legend for killing his wife and getting away with it.Some called him a myth because he was the most powerful Omega to ever exist.I call him the man who’ll die by my hands the same way our mother died.Christopher Kincaid’s scent lingers in the air, Sage picked up his scent all the way to this dreary forest before I lost him.I heave into the night, the cold night air bites my skin like tiny termites getting their first pound of f