Spoiled Rotten By My Alpha Brothers Novels & Stories

I manage to choke out, though the tremor in my voice betrays my disbelief. “Oh, I wish I were,” he says, feigning a pout. “But no, little sister. This is your reality now. Our reality. And as the rightful Alpha, I get to decide what happens to you.” That’s how this works. The pack will follow me now, no questions asked.” I shake my head, my mind racing to make sense of his words. “You’re delusional,” I whisper, but even as I say it, a sinking feeling takes root in my chest.

He chuckled low, dark, and dangerous then turned to look at his brothers. “You all hear that?” he called, voice calm but edged with something lethal. “She’s literally calling us impotent for being the good guys. I shouldn’t have stopped you from filling her up.Now she thinks we’re powerless. How about we take her to my room and show her what the Shadowcrest brothers are made of…” He paused and looked down at me, eyes dark, burning, and possessive. “…and why they call us monster Alphas.” The room suddenly heated, the air thickening, scents spiking... leather, smoke, cedar, bourbon, gunmetal, all crashing over me again, making my core clench hard, making my thighs slick anew.

I was truly the spoilt little Crown Prince, whom no one ever said no to, because if they did, I would throw such a tantrum that I always got my own way. School changed all that. I met Matty, Liam, James and Carter on that first day; they were the sons of my father's two Betas, James and Liam were twins, and Carter was Matty's younger brother. They were all older than me, Matty being the eldest, then the twins and then Carter. They introduced themselves, led by Matty, and when I got cocky, being obnoxious, insisting that they had to do as I said because I was their Alpha, he promptly punched me so hard I ended up on my butt crying like a baby. He made it very clear that the four of them would

No, no, no. "You sit there and claim you hate his guts... You claim he ruined your life and shattered your soul... But you're so damn hooked on his Alpha blood and his mate bond that you can't stay the fuck away from him! You're out here sleeping with your own stepbrother while the rest of this pack tries to protect your ungrateful, miserable ass!" A collective gasp went around the training grounds... My inner wolf went dead, icy still… The wild, choking panic in my chest instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, pitch-black void... My blood turned to liquid nitrogen in my veins...

“Are you nuts, it's not like he's a girl I'm coming with you and that's final” “Aissh, trust me Scarlet he's coldness is going to affect everywhere I don't think our steak will taste good with him” “Yaas, stop bad mouthing me I'm right here!” The Alpha groaned “Scarlet should I ask for a refund?” “I'll kill you if you do that!” The Alpha yelled and I laughed watching the brothers bicker about the smallest thing.

Micah asks me, I've talked about them, I always do. "My brother is the alpha, my other brother is a beta, they are both dominant and would love you and would spoil you just to get back to me," I say knowing Jacob would like to take some revenge on all the times I spoiled his little and fed her extra chocolate in it. "Spoil me as revenge?" Micah asks confused. "Jacob's mate is a little, I give her extra chocolate, teach her to swear words, you know some brotherly things, that drive my dear brother insane," I say with a smile, ahh the good days.

I looked at their faces one after the other before I said anything. “Today is the first anniversary of the Alpha's coronation,” I reminded them. “If any of our high-profile visitors complain about your food, every one of you is screwed. Understood?” “Yes, Luna,” they chorused. I left the kitchen and stepped out of my chamber, gazing at the beautiful sights in the distance. Several wolves were exchanging gifts. Joy filled the atmosphere. Everyone loved Alpha Draven, and most especially, his responsible Luna, me.

"You are nothing but a lily-livered randy hypersexual fool! I must say that you need help. You are a disgrace to this family and I am utterly ashamed that you are my elder brother. If I was older than you, I would have thought you a lesson that you will never forget in a hurry!" "Will you shut up! I am warning you for the last time. I will not condone your insults! You have no right to talk to me like that and don't forget that I will soon be the Alpha of the pack. I will soon be your Alpha," I said with a smirk as I gazed at him.

“Oh please, allow me to appreciate my brother before you all go ahead with these plans.” The insolence. He stopped before me, looking up at me with a cocky grin. I towered over him, cold disgust radiating from my every pore. Ross continued, playing the part of the loyal brother. “Oh, hi there brother. Congratulations.” I gritted my teeth, willing my hands to stay at my side. There would be time for bloodshed, but not here, not in front of these people. The Alpha shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. Ross addressed the room, his tone saccharine. “See? Everyone, this is my brother. And I’m so proud of him. Can we please give him more round of applause?”

Respected. I was a rogue Alpha. An untethered force. A blade for hire with teeth sharper than most packs could handle. And I loved it. I thrived in it. Power was my drug, and I never fucking overdosed. I made people remember me, not with warm smiles or noble speeches, but with brutal, undeniable, and permanent results. I got shit done because I wasn’t afraid to burn down anyone in my way. But no matter how high I climbed, no matter how many victories I stacked, one truth poisoned every fucking win. My brother always came out on top. Always.