Todos os capítulos de I Accidentally Became the Alphas' Mate : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

The white dress was a cage made of silk.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my father's study, staring at my reflection like it belonged to someone else. The gown was beautiful—I had to give him that much. Layers of ivory lace and satin that pooled at my feet, a bodice that cinched my waist and pushed my breasts up like an offering, sleeves that fell off my shoulders in a way that was supposed to look romantic but just made me feel exposed.I looked like a bride.I felt like a sacrifice."You look perfect, Laney." My father's voice came from behind me, smooth and satisfied, like he'd just closed a particularly lucrative business deal. Which, I supposed, he had.I didn't turn around. I kept my eyes on the mirror, on the girl in the white dress who was about to be sold to a monster."He's going to be very pleased," my father continued, moving closer. I could see him in the reflection now—tall, broad-shouldered, his alpha presence filling the room like smoke. Marcus Thorne, le

Two men sat in a booth in the corner, half-hidden in shadow, and even from across the room I could feel the weight of their presence. They were twins—fraternal, not identical, but close enough that you could see the shared blood in the line of their jaws, the set of their shoulders.The one on the left was blonde—sandy hair that fell just past his collar, a day's worth of stubble softening his features, eyes the color of whiskey in sunlight. He was smiling, slow and lazy, and as I watched he lifted his drink in a mock toast.The one on the right was darker—brown hair cropped short, stubble shadowing his jaw, eyes like storm clouds. He wasn't smiling. He was leaning back in the booth, one arm draped over the seat, his posture radiating a kind of predatory ease that made my stomach flip. He looked like he was watching a show, waiting to see what I'd do next.They were both beautiful.They were both terrifying.They were both alphas.I could feel it radiating off them in waves: the raw,

The ride was a blur of sensation—wind tearing at my hair,River’s body was solid and warm in front of me, the rumble of the engine vibrating through my bones as I slid in behind him. My arms wrapped around his waist, fingers splaying over the hard planes of his stomach—every subtle ridge and flex shifting beneath my palms like restrained power.My chest pressed to his back, close enough to feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the heat of him seeping through my clothes. Every time he leaned into a curve, his muscles tightened under my touch—controlled, deliberate—like he was aware of exactly where my hands were… and what he was doing to me.The bike roared beneath us, but it was him I felt most—the strength, the heat, the quiet dominance in the way he held the road… and me.I should have been terrified. Should have been planning my escape, looking for an opening to run.But all I could think about was the heat.It had started when he kissed me—a spark that ignited something deep