“Mates!” Olivia’s voice rang in my head, then fell silent, as if stunned by the memories she’d glimpsed. No! No! No! This couldn’t be real. It had to be a nightmare. They couldn’t be my mates... I can’t believe it... Mated to My Twin Stepbrothers? As the daughter of the Alpha’s mistress, Maya has always been an outcast, scorned by the Blackthorn Pack and tormented by her stepbrothers. Maximus and Leonardo Sterling—the infamous Sterling Twins—were future Alphas with one cruel goal: to make Maya’s life unbearable. On her eighteenth birthday, fate delivered a devastating blow—they were her fated mates. That night, they shattered her innocence, marking her against her will to avenge her mother’s sins. The Sterling Twins were masters of cruelty, their thirst for vengeance boundless. Yet Maya’s heart battles the searing pull of the mate bond, torn between hatred and forbidden desire. When she discovers she’s pregnant by the brothers who destroyed her, she rejects them and flees, vowing to protect her unborn child. Years later, the twin Alphas hunt her once more—not just for her, but for their son, the heir they demand for their pack. Can Maya defy the fated bond and safeguard her child, or will the twins’ relentless pursuit claim them both in this second chance? Note: Rosie Meachem is the co-author of the story, updating from Chapter 102.
“You like your holes getting wrecked by our c*cks at the same time, right?” Axel growled at the same time he hit that spot, one that made me dizzy with intense pleasure and made me moan around his brother’s c*ck. Ashley has always known hell at the hands of her triplet stepbrothers. Her mother’s affair with their mother drove her to her death and they’re determined to make her life a living hell. And that, they did to the maximum. Until they realize that they all share a fated mate and she’s no one other than Ashley. She rejects them and now, they must fight tooth and nail to prove themselves to her as worthy of her forgiveness and love. This is a dark romance with bully themes and with HEA.
The day of our wedding, he abandoned me, making me the laughingstock of the city. On our wedding night, my life hanging by a thread, I begged him to save me. He sneered, “Hurry up and die. Then no one will upset my sister.” Later, when he saw me lifeless, he lost control. When I opened my eyes again, I was married to the ruthless CEO of a powerful conglomerate. The man who once scorned me now knelt at my feet, eyes red, hands trembling as he showed his respect. “Please… let me make this right,” he whispered, utterly defeated.
On the night that was meant to celebrate three years of vows, I walked into our chamber and found my husband tangled in the sheets—with his brother’s widow. Shock scalded my lungs; their laughter scalded worse. “Wolfless trash,” they sneered, turning my own marriage bed into a courtroom. Their plan was simple: brand me unfit, lock me away, and divide the Aurorawisp Pack—my birthright—between them. I ran barefoot through corridors I once called home, heart drumming two words: escape, revenge. At the edge of the territory, under a moon sharp enough to cut glass, I met the one man no wolf dares challenge—Alpha Ethan, sovereign of the northern wilds, power rolling off him like winter smoke. “Alpha,” I breathed, cheeks flaming, “will you help me end this marriage?” A slow, sovereign smile. “I can dissolve bonds, Madam…but I collect a price.” I lifted my chin, voice trembling. “I won’t pay with my body. I can offer coin—” “Keep your gold,” he said, gaze pinning me like a specimen of starlight. “I want one year. You at my side, my name on your lips, my mark on your wrist—contract Luna, nothing more, nothing less.” The night air crackled. One signature, and I’d trade a traitor’s ring for a tyrant’s collar. Yet if power is currency, perhaps the most dangerous ally is exactly the weapon I need. I extended my hand. “One year, Alpha. When the contract burns out, I walk free.” His fingers closed over mine—warm steel. “One year, Luna. Then we both decide what freedom means.”
She had loved him silently for eight years. She had been married to him for three years. Yet her so-called husband did not even know what she looked like. When she saw the divorce agreement in front of her, she only smiled. She wiped away all her tears and left alone with the child in her womb. But then something changed. The man who once refused to look at her began appearing everywhere she went. He protected her, stood up for her, and even drove away every man who came near her. “I’ve had enough,” she said coldly. “Get lost.” The man suddenly dropped to one knee and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were completely fixed on her. “Baby… let’s get married.” She let out a faint laugh. “Ex-husband and ex-wife getting married?” “That’s called remarriage.”
At a gathering, someone asked my fiancé, “If she weren’t here, would you get back with your ex?” After a brief silence, he answered, “Yes.” All eyes turned to me, waiting for a scene. Instead, I smiled—and started clapping. “If you can’t let her go, I’ll step aside,” I said lightly. Then I canceled the engagement and walked away without looking back. He thought I was just being dramatic. Certain I loved him too much to ever leave, certain I would never give up being his wife. But this time, I didn’t come back. Later, at my wedding— to his cold, untouchable lawyer uncle— he showed up like a madman, eyes bloodshot. “Come with me. Let’s run away.” Before I could speak, a hand pulled me close. “Try that again,” the man beside me said coldly, “and you won’t like what happens next.”
