Mated To My Four Step Brothers
In an unmistakable display of his displeasure, the alpha forcefully seizes Sabastian's neck, nearly cutting off his air supply, and then abruptly flings him to the ground.
“Pathetic if this is your attempt at rescuing her, I’m afraid your mate will be dead before you can even find her,” he laughs before signalling to his men. Before any of us can do something, the pungent smell of wolfsbane fills the air as it is poured over our skin. The liquid burns through our clothes and, skin removing the first layer as we each growl, out the pain becoming suffocating.
The intensity of the heat in Aurora becomes overwhelming with every passing moment, making me fear losing consciousness. Another bucket