Betrayed By My Fiancé, Claimed By His Alpha Brother

Elara POV:

Sunlight sliced through the gap in the curtains, a blade against my eyelids. The memory of my surrender—that moment I stopped fighting—burned behind my eyes. My head throbbed, a dull, relentless hammer against my skull. I blinked, trying to focus.

This wasn't my room.

The sheets were silk, the color of charcoal. The air smelled of cedar and mint. And him.

Panic, cold and sharp, pierced the fog of my hangover. I turned my head slowly.

Cain.

He was asleep, lying on his stomach, one arm thrown over his head. His bare back was a landscape of sculpted muscle, the skin marred by faint, silvery scars. My own nails, I realized with a jolt of horror, had probably added fresh red lines.

Shame washed over me, hot and suffocating. I had been betrayed, and my response was to fall into the bed of my fiancé's brother. The Alpha. The one man in the pack more dangerous than a rogue wolf in a blood rage.

I had to get out.

I slid out of the bed, my movements slow, cautious. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, a brutal reminder of the night's madness. The sight of my dress, a crumpled silk heap on the floor, made my stomach clench.

I gathered my clothes, my fingers fumbling. I didn't dare look at him, didn't dare breathe too loudly. I just needed to escape.

Dressed, my purse clutched in my hand like a shield, I crept towards the door. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a drum of impending doom.

My fingers touched the cool metal of the doorknob. Freedom.

"Going somewhere, my mate?"

The voice was low, lazy, and laced with an amusement that made my blood run cold.

I froze, my body rigid. Slowly, I turned.

He was sitting up, the sheet pooled around his waist. His hair was a mess, but his eyes, those dark, piercing eyes, were wide awake. And fixed on me.

"Mr. Sinclair," I said, my voice tight, devoid of emotion. "Last night was a mistake. We were both drunk. Let's just pretend it never happened."

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He rose from the bed, wrapping a towel around his waist with an infuriating lack of haste. He moved towards me, a predator stalking his prey.

His sheer size, the raw power radiating from him, was suffocating. My Omega instincts screamed at me to submit, to bare my throat.

I bit the inside of my cheek, the sharp pain grounding me. I forced myself to stand tall, to meet his gaze.

"Stay away from me," I said to him angrily. "You savage."

He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel the heat coming off his skin. He reached out, his fingers closing around my chin, forcing my head up. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but the intent was pure steel.

"The Moon Goddess bound us together," he said, his voice a low rumble. "This wasn't a mistake. It was fate."

His thumb stroked my jaw, and a traitorous shiver ran down my spine. I jerked my head back, trying to break his hold, but his grip was unyielding.

"I am already your brother's fiancée!" The words were acid in my mouth. "Are all Sinclair men this shameless?"

The mention of Julian made his eyes flash with something cold and hard. His grip tightened, the gentleness gone.

"That worthless pup doesn't deserve you," he growled. "From now on, you belong to me."

Rage, pure and hot, surged through me. "I belong to no one! You can't control me!" I shoved at his chest, a futile gesture.

He didn't even flinch.

I turned, desperate, lunging for the door. He was faster. His body slammed against the door, trapping me between the hard wood and his even harder body.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear.

"I said," his voice dropped, laced with a power that vibrated through the very air, an Alpha's Command, "you. are. mine."

The force of it hit me like a physical blow. My will, my defiance, it all crumbled. My knees gave out, my legs turning to water. I would have collapsed if he wasn't holding me up.

Pain exploded behind my eyes. I fought it, digging my nails into my palms, trying to hold onto myself.

He saw the agony in my face and eased the pressure. The Command receded, but the possessive fire in his eyes remained.

"Don't try to leave me again," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, sending another unwanted shiver through me. "I can't guarantee what I'll do."

It was a threat. A promise. This man was a monster, a beast far more dangerous than Julian could ever be—and yet, some traitorous part of me refused to recoil.

My phone, forgotten in my purse, began to ring. The screen lit up with Jenna's name.

Cain reached into my bag, pulled out the phone, and with a flick of his thumb, silenced the call. He tossed it onto the bed.

"Deal with your relationship with Julian," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Immediately."