All Chapters of Wanted By The Alpha And His Brothers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lana's POVI downed the next glass of whiskey. I’d stopped counting after the third. My vision was already a little blurry, and the burn in my throat had turned into a dull comfort, but it wasn't comforting enough.If I kept drinking, maybe I’d stop seeing Zane's face in my mind, or hers.Sandra.My best friend.I laughed bitterly and blinked back the tears that kept threatening to fall. I kept telling myself I was better off without them, but it felt like a big lie. I still felt like my world revolved around them.I caught a glimpse of myself in the bar mirror — smudged eyeliner, a tight red dress that now felt more like a costume than confidence, and eyes filled with disappointment."Cheers to betrayal," I muttered under my breath, raising the glass again.It had only been a few hours since I walked into Zane’s apartment unannounced, hoping to surprise him with dinner. Instead, I found his hands tangled in Sandra’s hair, her lips on his neck, the same neck I used to kiss every morni

Lana’s POV I need to do something quick, otherwise I would be roaming the streets. I reached my one-room apartment, and sat at the edge of my bed. My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I was jobless, broke, and about to be homeless. Tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably. What had I done to deserve this? The world felt like it was folding in on me, and I didn’t have the energy to fight back. So I curled up on my bed, picked up my phone and decided to scroll through LinkedIn for job opportunities. Everything had a basic payment range of four hundred to five hundred dollars per day. There was another post that grabbed my attention. 'Live-in tutor to a billionaire's daughter.' Payment is a thousand dollars per hour. I hurried up and applied for the job, and some other jobs too. Then I slept. A knock at the door jolted me awake. I sighed in annoyance, then I checked the time. 8:47 p.m. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Definitely not my ex-best friend, Sandra, and God help

Lana's POVMy eyes widened in fear, my lungs burned as the air thinned, everything seemed to fade except the sound of my low heartbeat.Was this how I was going to die?As my vision blurred, he finally loosened his grip, his hand slipping away from my neck. I dropped to my knees with my head hung low. I coughed, and struggled to catch my breath.Then he knelt to my eye level, with an unreadable expression, and held out a black folder."I suggest you never talk back to me. This shouldn't repeat itself," he said slowly."Y… yes. Yes sir." I stammered as I shifted backwards. My back was already on the wall, so I couldn't move."You will sign this now. You belong to me, law and choice." He held out a feather and the contract."I don't want to work here anymore, I quit," I said lowly."That would be unnecessary seeing that you don't have a choice. Once you're in, there's no way out. Now sign it before I make you do it." He shoved the paper at me. I collected it, and glanced through the con

Lana’s POVRonan’s voice didn’t just break the silence; it shattered it, leaving sharp, invisible shreds hanging in the air. I stood up in a haste which made my back connect with the balcony railing. The cold metal bit through my thin shirt, as I winced in pain.He stood at the doorway, with pure fury on his handsome face. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his veins stood out, and his broad shoulders seemed to block the entire doorway. His terrifying eyes seemed to glow a different colour, but they weren't on me. They were locked on his brother. I looked between them as they stared at each other intensively.Finn didn’t cower, he simply straightened up, and crossed his arms. He had a small smirk on his face for a second, but it was immediately replaced by a calm challenging look. He slowly rose from the couch, placing himself slightly in front of me. A protective gesture, but I felt like we were pouring gasoline on a fire.“I believe I asked a very simple question,” Ronan

He was mean and evil. His confession hung in the air between us, neither not yet ready to speak. This wasn't a romantic declaration, it was a brutal fact of my new life with him. In his house, under his roof and rules and the worst part is I couldn't even run.The initial shock was a surge of something sharp and full of rage but then I couldn't exactly do anything about it. He spoke like I was an inconvenient piece of trash and the only thing keeping me is the matebond. The fear was still there, a cold knot in my stomach, but it was now tangled up with a raw, defiant anger. I straightened my spine, ignoring the way my body trembled as I met his burning gaze.“So it’s real,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “This… matebond.”His jaw tightened. A flicker of surprise, maybe, that I was pushing back. He gave a single, curt nod.“And you feel it too.” It wasn’t a question. The intensity in his eyes, the possessive way he’d looked at me on the balcony, the sheer fury he’d displayed t