Helanie:
"Say that again?" Maximus asked Charlotte with a commanding tone in his voice.
"Why? Didn't anyone tell you?" she pouted, but she knew why they hadn't been inford. With the storm approaching, it had been decided that there were far more pressing issues than my introduction.
"Are you freaking serious?" His voice grew even deeper, and anger was evident in his eyes.
"I am sorry, but that is the truth. She ca to stay," Charlotte kept one eye on , almost as if she took pleasure in Maximus's reaction.
What she didn't realize was that his reaction stemd more from the fact that he had said all those things to his supposed stepsister.
"Charlotte—guide the others; they are ssing up the baskets," a shirtless man appeared with a frown on his forehead.
With a striking presence, he stood at an impressive 6 feet 6 inches, his figure commanding attention effortlessly. His hair was a srizing blend of two-toned brown and silver-blonde. Long, thick eyelashes and perfectly arched eyebrows allured his erald-green eyes, making them seem almost hypnotic.
A distinctive tattoo of a sword marked at the back of his hand as well. His sharp jawline and high, sculpted cheekbones created a striking contrast that highlighted his impeccable facial features. Without a shirt, his well-defined abs drew the eye irresistibly, the low-slung pants enhancing his confidence at the sa ti.
"Kaye! I was just telling—" I didn't know what was wrong with Charlotte, but she wouldn't stop talking. However, it was comforting when the man gave her a stern look, and she imdiately zipped her lips.
"I will go guide the maids," she said, now that her task here was done, and she hurried away. But that didn't change the fact that I was now under the scrutiny of two n.
"Who is she?" Kaye asked his brother as Maximus continued to breathe heavily and glare at .
"et our little sister, brother," Maximus muttered sarcastically. I had learned their nas from Charlotte earlier that morning.
Norman was 25 years old, Maximus was 22, and Kaye was 20. And the brother that I hadn't seen around was 23 years old.
"What?" Kaye asked, his eyes quickly scanning .
"I am Helanie. I am Ursula's daughter—" I began, thinking they would ask more, but Maximus's loud, gruff interruption cut off.
"Why the hell didn't you tell that you are my stepsister? Why did you stand here listening to talk to you?" He stepped closer, his towering form looming over , causing to glance at Kaye for support.
"What did you say to her?" There was a strange hostility in Kaye's voice. He seed very intense.
His body remained mostly still, and he kept his gestures minimal. He used only his eyes to track a person, without moving his head.
"Nothing—I was just assigning her tasks," Maximus replied to his brother but continued to stare at , clenching his jaw. He looked so intimidating standing so close to .
"You!" Kaye said, and Maximus stepped aside, visibly disturbed. It wasn't like I enjoyed hearing him speak poorly about .
But I wasn't going to react because, no matter what, I had to stay here for my own good.
"I don't know why you showed up suddenly, but you won't be staying here for long. After the storm is over, I want you out of my sight and my mansion," Kaye said, barely moving, his finger pointing to his chest each ti he ntioned the mansion that belonged to him.
"I can't believe this," Maximus continued to mutter under his breath.
"Don't take it too seriously. I'll get rid of her after the storm," Kaye said, showing little emotion. He patted his brother on the shoulder and turned to leave.
I hated being alone with Maximus now because I knew he was ready to confront .
"Why didn't you fucking say anything when I was—" He closed his eyes, his face showing disgust at the thought of seeing his stepsister in that light. "And you were checking out. Why the hell did you look at—"
He was delving into the wrong conversation. I hadn't checked him out; my eyes had briefly wandered because he forgot to wear a damn underwear. Why was he walking around with such a noticeable bulge?
"I didn't check you out. I was looking at the ground," I hesitantly lied, but he continued to hiss through his nostrils.
"Do you have any idea if anyone has heard or seen us?" He paused, his gaze lingering on the reminder of my hand near his bulge. "It would have been the end for both of us. I'm not sure what kind of ssed-up things pack mbers do, but here, we don't cross boundaries. And whoever does gets punished and kicked out to live in the wild," he said, waving his finger in my face, causing to gulp.
I was relieved that Charlotte hadn't seen us.
Now that I knew how seriously relationships were regarded in the rogue community, I decided to stay far away from these n I hadn't even known before. They were young n, and I had a tendency to attract n. I would be in trouble if I released any pheromones and accidentally attracted any one of them. I shook my head quickly to avoid thinking about such an inappropriate thing.
"Nothing happened. You're my stepbrother, and I know my boundaries," I said. Apart from my scent and my body going into heat, I had promised not to engage in any sexual activity until I had punished those who had used my body as if they had every right to it.
"Fuck off!" he waved his hand to dismiss . "Go join the others, and if I hear you telling anyone about hitting on the workers or the rogue community she-wolves, I will beco your worst nightmare. Did you hear ?" He warned one last ti before stepping out of my way and heading straight to the main ground, where Kaye was splitting wood again.
I watched as the maids stared at Kaye and giggled together. Every ti he lifted the axe, the girls bit their lips.
I walked closer to Charlotte and grabbed the apples to clean them. "What happened? Did they lash out at you?" she asked with much enthusiasm.
"No," I lied. I wouldn't give her that satisfaction.
"Oh! Well, they look pretty mad about your arrival. Anyway, leave this work and go bring in buckets of water. You've been granted a good life, so it's better you pay with your hard work," she said. Now that she knew she wouldn't get any gossip from , she dismissed angrily.
It felt like walking on fire. I was exhausted and starving, and they made carry almost fifteen buckets. Even when the brothers saw that I was tired, they kept pushing and making demands. I could tell they were doing it out of spite because they were so caring towards the others.
They didn't let any maid overwork except for . By the ti I arrived back at the mansion with Charlotte, I had calluses on my hands.
I didn't stick around, and since I wasn't welco at the dining table, I stayed in the room and was given a loaf of bread. I devoured it as if my life depended on it.
After that, I lay down early and dozed off before Charlotte even ca into the room. I didn't like being around people anymore. Any gaze on reminded of the stares of the alphas when they stripped naked and examined every inch of my body like hungry eagles.
As I drifted into a deep slumber, the door opening woke up. I thought it was Charlotte until a man appeared in my view. It was the sa tall alpha who had initiated the torture that night.
"What are you doing here—" I tried to get up, but he quickly got on top of and covered my mouth with his hand.
"Your stepbrothers invited over to let you know that you are not safe here, my little toy," he said. The minute he uttered those words, terror engulfed . I couldn't believe they were willing to go as far as finding that alpha and bringing him here to get rid of .
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