The Alpha Brothers’ Mate
Thorne flipped pancakes, Ronan sipped coffee, Draven scrolled his phone.
“Morning,” I said, voice shy.
Thorne glanced up, eyes widening. “Damn, Amara. You look… edible.”
Ronan choked on his coffee. “What the hell? That’s our stepsister, idiot. Tone it down before people get suspicious.”
Draven smirked, setting his phone down. “She’s glowing. That dress? Perfect. Come here, let me fix your hair.”
I blushed, stepping closer. “It’s just something cute. Felt like dressing up.”