My Twin Alpha Bullies Is My Stepbrothers
My cheeks flushed hot with a mixture of rage and shame.
‘What the hell is this?! ’ I growled, scrubbing at it with my palm, desperately trying to wipe it away. But no matter how hard I rubbed, the mark wouldn’t budge. It was burned into my skin, and the more I scrubbed, the redder I got—and the brighter that damn rose glowed.
Around us, I could hear gasps, like everyone suddenly knew something I didn’t.
“That,” Aiden said, stepping forward, eyes narrowing like a predator closing in, “is called Alpha’s Hunter’s Mark.”