All Chapters of Mated To My Alpha Stepbrother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Daphne’s POVI had always dreamed of a life far away from the dimly lit club, where the air was thick with the scent of expensive wine, sweat, and sex. The moment I stepped onto the stage, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Being a stripper had become my only means of survival since my father's death, but each night was a reminder of the life I longed to escape. As I danced, the leering eyes of men made my skin crawl.And the cheers from women felt more like mockery than support. I wanted to quit, to walk away from the life that had turned me into an object rather than a person. But with a mountain of debt looming over me, I needed the money; otherwise, I'd be dead. Each second felt like an eternity as I counted down the minutes until I could finally escape this club. I borrowed some money to treat the man whom I took as my father. He wasn't my real father, but he saved me and took me in, knowing fully well I was a rogue. But he died anyway, and I was left with nothing

~Daphne’s POV~It was already one month of living with a monster, living like a prisoner, and being treated like a sexual object by my own mate just because he wanted a child to unlock his powers. I was tired of being constantly beaten and humiliated by Xena and Bryce. They made me personally prepare their breakfast every morning as part of making me suffer. I stood up from the bed, not wanting to be late, but suddenly I felt a wave of dizziness hit me, and my head started pounding. I tried to shake off the feeling, but it was of no use. My head felt like it was going to explode, and my vision was blurry. I knew I had to get to the kitchen and start preparing breakfast, no matter what. So I took a quick bath and hurried to the kitchen. Immediately after I was done, I took a deep breath before carrying the tray of food to the dining room. Hearing their voices alone sent shivers down my spine. “Good morning, Alpha and Luna,” I said as I set the food on the table. Before I could even

~Daphne’s POV~My eyes opened slowly, my gaze blurry. The smell of antiseptic filled my nose, and the hospital room’s fluorescent light cast an eerie glow on my pale face. I tried to sit up, but Alpha Theo’s voice stopped me. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked, making me lay back down. "What happened to me? Why am I here?" I asked, my voice shaking. His expression changed immediately. "You were rushed in because you were bleeding profusely." My heart raced as I heard what he just said. "Wait...wait, I hope my baby is fine," I pleaded, my voice cracking as tears began to well up in my eyes.Alpha Theo’s silence was deafening. My eyes locked onto his, searching for a little of hope. But his words crushed me instantly: "You lost the baby, Daphne."The room spun around me as I felt my world shatter. The pain was a crushing weight suffocating me; I felt like I was drowning, unable to escape the torment.The one thing I had promised to protect, to love, and to cherish was gone. I

~Daphne’s POV~Alpha Theo didn’t smile. His lips pressed into a hard line, like stone. He took a slow step closer, the shadows in the room seeming to cling to him like a cloak.“You thought you could run from me, huh?” His voice was low and full of anger. “Did you really think I’d just let you slip away?” I shrank back a little, chains biting into my wrists as I tried to pull my hands closer to my body.My heart hammered so loudly I thought he would hear it. I swallowed hard, but my throat was dry. “I didn’t want to be with you,” I said, voice trembling but loud enough for him to hear. “I wanted to be free.”Theo’s eyes darkened like a storm. “Free? You belong to me. Whether you like it or not, girl.” He reached out suddenly and grabbed my chin with a rough hand, forcing me to look at him.His grip was cold and cruel. “You escaped. You broke my rules. And that means you must be punished.” I flinched but kept my gaze steady. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me afra

Theo’s POV“Well… I see what’s going on here,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair, the ends still damp from the shower, my eyes locked on both of them as they stood there with matching smiles that made my jaw tighten.They’d planned this. Of course they had. They always did whenever I came back from war bruised, half-mad with rage, my hands still shaking from blood that wasn’t yet mine to clean off. It was like a twisted tradition, one they had turned into a kind of game. They knew what I was like after battle, always needing something to take the edge off—and they offered themselves like they were doing me a favor.I wasn’t in love with either of them. I didn’t even care about them most days. But they were good—too good and that’s why I kept them around.“You two always have perfect timing,” I said under my breath as I moved toward the bed, my eyes on Joan, who was already spread out like a reward, her skin flushed and her lips slightly parted like she’d been waiting all ni