Semua Bab Claimed by my Alpha Stepbrother and Stepfather: Bab 1 - Bab 10

~Rose ~ SEVEN YEARS LATER “Mama, look! I drew the big bad wolf.” Leo’s bright blue eyes beamed up at me, holding up a crumpled piece of paper covered in messy black crayon strokes. My heart did a little flip as I stared at him. Those eyes. I got to look at them every single day and I was still amazed by the beautiful boy I had brought into this world. Lucas had dark, curly hair, piercing blue eyes and sharp jawline even for a boy at six. “It’s beautiful, baby,” I smiled, kissing his forehead before taking the crayon from his hand and putting it back into his small backpack. “Now put on your coat. The shop will reopen in five minutes, and Mama needs to get back to work.” He quickly reached for his coat. We lived in a cramped, drafty basement beneath Mr Scott’s antique shop. He had been kind enough to give us a place to stay after he saw me stranded on the streets seven years ago. The only condition he had was that I worked for him which I accepted without hesitation. I wa

~Rose ~ Just there. I slammed my ankle between his legs with every ounce of strength left in my body. Mr Scott doubled over instantly. A heavy groan tore from his throat as he staggered backward in shock, landing hard on the floor. His hand eventually slipped off my arm. And I didn't wait. I grabbed Lucas, lifting his little body into my arms. “Mama,” “Hold on to me, baby.” I pressed his head tightly against my neck and bolted. I could still see Mr Scott on the floor from the corner of my eyes, his hands between his balls while he kept growling in pain. But I didn't stop. I dared not. I ran like my life depended on it. Pass our scattered belongings. Pass the overturned chairs and clothes we couldn’t park. I shoved through the heavy back door and stumbled straight into the pouring rain. The cold water instantly soaked through my thin sweater and drenched Lucas' hair. “Run bitch!” Martha’s voice followed us from behind. “That's all you can do. Run… And don't you ev

~Rose ~ This wasn’t real. No. It couldn’t be. “Rose!” One word. Just one word. And my chest tightened all over again. “Tell me where you are, Rose.” Archer growled, his voice vibrating against my ear like a physical hand dragging me back to the past. “I’ll come get you.” “No,” I said immediately. “I want nothing to do with you… leave me alone.” “No, wait… Don’t hang up—“ I hung up, my thumb hit the red button before my brain could catch up. And then, I just stood there on the sidewalk, staring at the screen like it had insulted me. The phone buzzed again. The same unknown number. I didn’t answer. This time, I held down the power button until the screen went black. My hands were trembling so badly I couldn't stop them. I shoved the phone into my pocket and walked faster, and faster, until I was practically running with my breath almost gone. How did he find me?! After this many years. Why now? Why is everything happening right now? My chest kept rising and falling

~Archer ~ I fucking claimed her. She was human, she was innocent, she had so much trust in her eyes and hope on her lips. The only girl who has ever loved me with the purest of love for a decade. The only girl I have wanted more than air. But she wasn’t my kind and I feared she wouldn’t understand. I was a monster, a creature of blood and instinct, just like my father. So, I stayed away. I moved aboard I convinced myself that the farther I stayed away from her, the easier it would be to forget her, to get her off my head. But little did I know, fate had its own plans. Father called, he was getting remarried, and that only meant one thing in the Blackwood park. He was choosing his second mate, a human. That automatically meant he would lose his Alpha title and to be surrendered to his next heir. Me. I had to return home. I was barely two steps on the Hayes estate when I felt it. That bond. That irresistible pull I’d fought so hard to escape from. She was here. R

~ Archer~ I snapped. I didn’t just drop Scott. I slammed him onto the floorboards so hard the whole shop shook, and before his breath had even left his lungs, my boot was on his chest. “Martha,” I said, without looking at her. I didn’t need to, I could clearly read the name printed on the tag pinned to her shirt. “You just called my son a bastard in front of me.” “I didn’t… No, I’m sorry sir. Scott, please tell him—“ “But you’re not the one who’s going to pay for it.” I finally turned my eyes at her and let her see them flash gold and amber. Her face drained of color. “Your husband is.” Scott’s face went slack. “W-what? Please, sir, please. I’m sorry… We’re sorry.” I lifted my boot and crouched over him. One hand pinned his shoulders to the floor, the other pressed between his legs and I twisted. Hard. Brutal. His eyes flew wide. And I watched him beg. “Please… please sir. We’re so sorry.” “So, you didn’t find it on her.” I continued, stil