Romans & histoires Bren By Bj Alpha

she says and gives herself a once over in the mirror, smoothing the front of her dress down. Bren’s dress is a deep red that hits her mid-thigh and is strapless. She slides on black peek-a-boo heels and Rima styles her hair up into a messy, but elegant up do. “Wow! You look gorgeous,” I tell her and wrap my arms about both of them. We turn to the mirror, and I take us in. Our dresses and styles are all very different. My hair stands in sharp contrast to theirs with the vibrant colors that Bren dyed it. I hope it won't be too hard to get my hair back to its natural color after tonight. Bren thought the bright colored hair would keep the pack members from recognizing me right away. It seemed c

Then I stopped. Bren lay still the warrior from the early scavenging run. His arm wound had been bandaged fresh, but his face looked bloodless. His breathing came in shallow, irregular pulls—not rest, but struggle. Aria approached. “He spiked a fever last night and has not woken. The wound looked clean, but infection spread inside. I exhausted the yarrow and honey paste. Nothing reverses it.” I watched Bren’s chest rise and fall unevenly. He was no shadow from my history—just a loyal pack member slipping away.

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

Akito laughed, he wasn't even a little bothered that I was naked. It took me a minute to gather myself, I picked up the blazer and wore it, it smelled like him. "Daichi, you need to leave." Akito pushed him out of the room and they slammed it shut. Daichi has an alpha dad and a beta mum and he's a beta but he has alpha inclinations like, normal betas can't smell the pheromones of alphas and omegas but he can and he is susceptible to omega pheromones, like someone who just learned how to use them, he can't control his urges when he smells omega pheromones.

It smelled a bit burnt. Yet despite this feast, Alpha Magnus sat alone at the head of the table, His blonde head bent over his phone. He was too busy crushing candies on his phone, his long fingers deftly maneuvering level 352. At 110 years old (though he looked a crisp 27), Magnus had seen it all: wars, betrayals, and enough breakfast platters to feed a small nation. None of it interested him anymore. Well, Maybe the bacon still did, a little. His tattoo, hidden beneath the high neckline of his shirt, stirred faintly, as if even it were bored.

“The elders of Shadowmoon contacted us through the old Alpha Bran. They told us if we could get land, if a new pack was formed… we could use that to protect ourselves. To gain security. They said an independent pack connected to us could also balance Alpha Kieran’s power. We… we only thought it would help the family. Even Alpha Bran also forced us to agree to their proposal.” “Wait, who?!” Alpha Bran! That name hit me like a slap. He was the one who had sold me to Kieran and forced me to endure such a pathetic life just for his own gain. He was even now assisting the Eclipse Moon pack against us as a silent partner. Anger washed through me like a storm surge. My stomach twisted with disgust

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

The Alpha replied. His words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the air from my lungs. I staggered, room spinning, vision blurring. "B-breeder?" I stammered, my voice barely audible. The Alpha's gaze locked onto mine, cold and unyielding. "Yes, you'll bear me strong, healthy pups. Secure the future of our pack." My mind reeled in horror. Bought. Breeder. Pups. I felt reduced to a mere vessel, a tool for his desires.

*** The afternoon was spent with Helena, going over the specific Alphas who would be attending the Summit. "Alpha Garrett," Helena said, pointing to a photograph. He was in his forties, graying at the temples, with cold eyes and a cruel mouth. "The one who sent Ryan as a spy. He'll be your biggest problem." Elara studied the photo. "Why?" "Because you're exactly what he wants. Hybrid. Powerful. Potential for strong heirs." Helena's expression was grim. "And because you embarrassed him by turning his spy into your pack member. He'll want to prove you're weak. That Shadowmere's protection of you is a liability."

Everyone looked nervous. Then my eyes landed on the center stage. Bren. He stood on the podium, his back covered in fresh bandages under his torn shirt. His face was swollen, one eye half-closed from crying or hitting the ground earlier. I stared. Is this the prince’s doing? Did he cause all of this? Selena whispered beside me, shocked and excited. “I can’t believe it. They said Prince Lucien gave Bren thirty-two lashes. That’s why the Alpha came down. They said the hall shook when the Alpha shouted.”