Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Alpha's Brothers Claim On Me : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

My eyes opened slowly, darkness still clinging at the corners of my eyes. The faint clicks of the door echoed throughout my room, making me jump slightly from the half-conscious state I had fallen into. I recognize that sound; it was my father, Jerry, his voice low and filled with anger. I could hear his steps, each one louder than the other, and I knew he was coming for me.I couldn't hide because I was already hidden, bound, and confined to the small closet, I could barely move not to talk of escaping. The ropes on my skin felt too tight, but I forced myself to be still, taking deep breaths. I couldn't give in to my fears.“Alia,” My father called out, his voice broke through the silence, cold and angry. His footsteps grew closer, echoing through the empty house. “Where are you?”I closed my eyes, trying to stay as still as possible and not make any sound, hoping he would leave once he thinks I'm not here, but I was totally wrong. “Where are you?” he thundered.The door to the clos

Minutes stretched into hours as the party continued; I was already tired, and exhaustion washed over me. I just wanted to go home and lay on my old shaggy bed; as long as it provided little comfort, I didn't mind. I tried to close my eyes for a bit but the noise around me continued to grow louder every minute but the feeling of being watched never left. It lingered like a heavy weight on my chest. My father’s voice occasionally cut through the noise, but I wasn't paying attention neither was I interested in anything he was saying. It was hard to focus on anything other than the unsettling sense of eyes on me. I was beyond nervous. I just had a bad feeling about coming to this party. No one barely noticed me; it was like I was invisible.Then it happened in a blink of an eye.The room fell into an unexpected silence. Jerry walked towards the stage, clicking his glass to grab everyone's attention. The air was thick, and as all eyes turned to him, the noise reduced almost immediately.

Alia’s POVThe tension in the air felt like thick fog as we stepped back into the hall. I didn’t want to look up. I didn’t want to meet their eyes. The judging eyes of the people in the room.The stares of three men who already looked like they’d rather be anywhere else but standing in the same room as me. I didn’t blame them. I didn’t belong here either.But I couldn’t hide forever.Their glares were like daggers, sharp and unrelenting. I could feel the disgust rolling off them like heatwaves, especially Bryan. His aura was the loudest. Like he was seconds away from snapping. His lip curled up as if I smelled.“Alia? “He asked, snorting. His tone cut deep. Cold, sharp, full of hate. Like just talking about me annoyed him. Like I was already a burden he couldn’t wait to get rid of. Like he wanted to make sure I heard every bit of rejection in his tone. As if I wasn’t even worth the breath he used to speak. I stood there frozen, feeling the weight of his judgment press down on my

Alia’s POV My breath got caught in my throat; I could hardly breathe. My legs felt stuck to the ground, and they refused to move; my eyes were glued to jasmine, completely bare, her skin glowing under the dim lighting. Her naked body straddled Bryan like she belonged there, like this was her throne. Her back arched slightly, and she let out a sound I’ll never unhear. And Bryan… His lips were as glued to hers as if his life depended on it. I saw Bryan grunting and then finally collapsing. He kissed Jasmine's forehead as if he had just finished a race. As if she was the only thing that mattered to him. It was intimate. Intimate in the worst, most jarring way for me. I felt something inside me break. Not because I cared for Bryan, God, no, but because this moment, this secret, felt like something sacred I had intruded on. Something I wasn’t supposed to witness. I couldn’t even begin to describe what I felt: shocked, disgusted, confused, maybe even jealous in the most twisted, i

Alia's POV I wake up early, earlier than usual. My body aches from yesterday’s prank. The bruises from their pranks are still fresh in my memory, still there in the form of throbbing pain in my back, my arms, my legs But it doesn’t get any easier. Every bruise is a reminder of their cruelty; I can feel it deep down in my bones. I don't want to move or get out of bed. but I force myself to. I held the edge of the bed firmly, the fabric digging into my hands. I sit up slowly, the movement sending a sharp pain through my back. My breath catches; I bit back the tears that were threatening to fall. I didn't feel this pain yesterday evening when i had dressed up looking pretty. You won’t see me break. I remember the vow i made to myself last night, and I cling to it like a lifeline. I remember how, after the silence of the dark room pressed down on me, I whispered those words into the emptiness. They were for me only for me. A promise that no matter how much they tried to br