Fated to the Three Rogue Alpha Brothers
The minute I stand in front of them, all the air is whooshed out of my lungs.
One of them smells like sage, another smells like citrus and the last one smells like mulled wine. All their scents mingle together so beautifully, it’s hard not to want to smell the air again.
“Strip”, the third brother orders, the one with the blue eyes, dark hair at the roots and strikingly ash blonde hair at the edges.
“Let’s see if you are worth not killing everyone for”, the chocolate-haired brother adds.
“No. Take me anywhere you want but I’m not going to strip in front of my family, in front of all of them”, I bark.
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