Novel & Cerita Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers

“But know this — I’m not the girl you used to own anymore. I’m the one who’s going to take everything from you.” I walked out of the house without looking back. The brothers didn’t stop me. But I could feel their eyes burning into my back. The mask was completely gone now. They knew the truth. And tomorrow, the real blood would start flowing. As I drove away, my hands stopped shaking. The greed was no longer whispering. It was roaring. And I was ready to answer it.

His brothers instantly agreed and my whole body burned with something hot and utterly dirty. There’s a lot of things I want to say but right now, but I couldn’t speak, and the fact that it was because I was being destroyed by my step brothers who I absolutely hated, had me clenching tightly around Archer, tearing out a loud groan out of his throat as his orgasm finally slammed into him.

I slump against the cold stone wall before sliding down to the floor, exhaustion crashing over me all at once. Every bruise aches and my ribs burn every time I breathe. Blood has dried against my knuckles and the corner of my mouth but none of it hurts as much as the helplessness. I can’t protect her. The realization tears through me brutally. Ravelle is out there alone while my brother spirals deeper into madness, and I’m trapped here like some useless animal waiting to die. Brother. No, Keal is no longer my brother. From this moment onwards, he's dead to me.

Her words echoed in my mind, and I pushed my mouth deeper into hers. I treat you like trash because I want you to hate me. Yet, I can’t take it when you’re out of my sight. And when you’re back in my arms, all I want is to humiliate you, to make you feel the pain as I’ve felt when I heard what happened to my family. What your father—my step-brother—did to my pack. You can’t be happy. I won’t let you. My eyes opened and I jolted back.

Only dark, thrilling anticipation. Brandon’s laugh vibrated against my throat. “Then they’ll see you getting fucked by the men who own you. Let them watch. Let them see exactly what you are—our desperate little slut who needs both our cocks to be satisfied.” The filthy words sent lightning straight to my clit. This was reckless. Dangerous. Forbidden in every possible way. Fucking my stepbrothers was a line that, once crossed, would destroy everything. There would be no coming back from this. No pretending it didn’t happen. No normal family dinners or casual conversations.

CHAPTER FOUR “Why did you leave me there?” The voice echoed through the rain. My chest tightened. “I didn’t,” I whispered. “I tried—” “My fire,” he called again, his voice breaking. “Why did you leave me?” I stood frozen as blue flames burned before me. They weren’t violent. They were quiet. Beautiful. Just like they had been that night. His hand was stretched, he wanted me to come. He needed me to. I stepped closer, lifting my hand—then the rain came down suddenly. It was heavy and merciless, slamming into my skin like bullets. But the flames didn’t relent, it only grew.

Rage swelled within him, his chest heaving until he thought he might combust. Pulling the car into an empty side street, he cut the engine. Staring ahead, unable to hold it in any longer, he slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He didn't stop until the fire in his chest eased. Until it didn't feel like he might burn. He took deep breaths, releasing them slowly. Why was he feeling betrayed when it had all been a game? He chuckled humorlessly, leaning back into the seat. There was no need to fret, this worked in his favor. Anna being Anna was just the leverage he needed to keep control of the reunion on his terms.

On the man’s wrist, a crack grew as he broke his bone. “Look, the only thing I know about them is that they have been watching you for a very long time, okay? They have eyes on you, on your girl; they know her, and soon enough they are coming for her, knowing that she is your weakness.” He trembled. “Whatever sick, twisted fantasies you have with your stepsister, you’re all going to go down from it. You bastards,” he growled. The brothers were quiet; they could take anything. They could take the insults, but one thing they wouldn’t take was talking about Sadie, and the mercenary saw that he had made a mistake.

With centuries of pain. But I fought with something else. Love. I burned through his shadows. I pushed him back. I cornered him. He screamed. "You can't win!" "I already have." He lunged. I caught him. My hand wrapped around his throat. The silver light pulsed. He gasped. His black eyes widened. "You—" "I'm not going to kill you." He stared at me. "What?" "You're my brother. You're broken. You're lost. But you're still my brother."

"Can we just drop it?" Ava held up her hands. "Okay, okay. Dropped. But seriously, if you need to talk I'm here." "I know. Thanks." I felt bad for snapping at her. She was just trying to help. But how could I tell her the truth? How could I explain that Nate Winter was about to become my stepbrother and he had already threatened to make my life hell? That he had done things to me in a library that made me forget my own name? It was too humiliating. Too complicated. Too everything.