My Twin Alpha Bullies Is My Stepbrothers
Aiden said, stepping forward, eyes narrowing like a predator closing in, “is called Alpha’s Hunter’s Mark.”
“You’re officially an Omega marked by me, Aiden Nelson.”
“Everyone who sees it will know you’re claimed—by name. And no one’s gonna touch what’s mine.”
He leaned down, his voice dropping to a whisper that barely brushed my ear. “But they’ll love watching you fall.”
“You’re out of your damn mind,” I gritted out, my fists clenched, my heart pounding in my throat.
But Aiden didn’t care. He looked at me like a predator watching prey resist.