Caught Between Two Alphas' sons

Just as I stepped out of the library, my phone rang, and it was Bran.

"Pack a few things. I'm coming to pick you up for dinner,"

"I'm not on campus. There's a registration for an academic exchange event, and they need the original of my award certificate. I'm heading home to get it," I replied, my fingers tightening around the phone.

Bran insisted on coming to fetch me, but I politely declined. As I hailed a cab to the pier, we remained on the cal.

From the moment I first saw Bran, I felt the pull.

And so, he pursued me relentlessly, while I played hard - to - get.

As I emerged from the pier, I spotted Bran immediately.

We intertwined our fingers and made our way to the sleek, black Bentley parked by the curb.

The moment we were inside the car, Bran yanked me into his arms.

His tongue forcefully parted my lips, delving deep and his hands roaming restlessly over my body.

The backseat of the Bentley became our intimate haven.

He pulled me onto his lap, his hold on me tightening. "Baby, I've waited far too long for this," he murmured against my lips.

His kisses trailed down my nec. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing my skin with a touch that was both urgent and tender.

I could feel the heat rising between us, the passion igniting like a wildfire.

He laid me down on the backseat as best he could, the soft leather providing a luxurious surface. This time, the kiss was even more ferocious, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, as if he was trying to claim every part of me.

Then Bran led me into a famous werewolf bar. The moment we entered, the pounding music assaulted our ears.

On the dance floor, werewolves were dancing wildly.

We walked into a private booth. Immediately, a chorus of voices filled the air. Bran! You're finally here!"

Well, well, look at your little mate. So delicate, like a porcelain doll just waiting to be broken. How do you manage to keep such a precious thing all to yourself?"

Bran's face darkened in an instant.

"Shut up!" Bran growled.

"I... I'm sorry, Bran. I had too much to drink."

A member quickly stepped in. "Cut it out! Apologize properly."

"I'm really sorry. " He downed the drink in one go.

Hours passed with laughter, drinking.

When we left, a row of flashy cars awaited.

The engines roared, and someone shouted, "Let's hit the road and have some real fun tonight!"

Bran sped down the road. The car screamed.

I sat beside him, my hand teasing.

He let out a growl - moan, yanking my head close.

"Suck it."

"Bran..." I whispered, and leaned in.

Suddenly, blaring horns shattered the moment.

I looked up. A Ferrari and a Maserati trailed us.

Windows rolled down.

The guy in the Maserati sneered, "Having fun, Bran? Didn't know you'd get distracted so easily."

Bran's face turned thunderous. "Mind your own fucking business, Ryder!"

Ryder just laughed, "Oh, come on. We all know your pack's losing power. You can't even keep your focus on the road."

"One more word, and I'll rip your throat out."

Ryder's smirk grew. "Big talk for a future alpha on the decline."

Bran sneered, "Which she - wolves are you chasing now?"

"Back off, Bran. This isn't your business."

Bran laughed. "Hit a nerve? Can't take a little teasing?"

"Shut up! Go play elsewhere," Ryder snapped, slamming his window up.

Bran turned to me. "He's gone. Let's continue."

I cowered, not daring to move.

That voice... I knew it too well.

Bran pulled my face up. "Scared or shy? Talk to me."

"Let me go home," I begged.

"Not a chance. There's a top - secret werewolf party tonight. You'll be safe with me. It's going to be epic."

"I can't... I'm not feeling well," I stammered.

"Come on, nothing's wrong with you. You're coming with me," Bran insisted.

The car halted at the club.

Trapped, I clung to a foolish hope.

Five years had passed. Maybe he'd forget me?

At the party, a man's glance on me was enough.

Bran yanked me behind him. "Back off!"

A bold guy dared to step forward. "Just a chat, Bran. No harm."

Bran's claws extended, glinting in the dim light. "One more word, and you'll regret it."

The girls around whispered enviously. "He's so possessive. Lucky her."

I tugged at Bran's sleeve. "Let's go. I'm scared."

Bran pulled me close, his voice softening. "I won't let anyone hurt you. You're mine."

I looked timid, struggling to blend in with the noisy crowd at the club while trying to act normal. But deep down, I was terrified that someone who knew my true identity would suddenly appear.

Bran noticed my unease and lowered his voice to ask, "What's wrong?"

I tilted my head up and leaned close to his ear, whispering softly, "I want to find a quieter place."

Bran smiled and nodded.

I went through the bustling dance floor into the VIP private room of the club.

Once the door of the private room closed, the outside noise was finally blocked out. I just needed to be alone, to calm down and think of a way out.

But what if it was really him?

My mind was flooded with absurd memories.

I remembered the days when I had a fever, and he took care of me day and night. He constantly checked my temperature, his large hands cool against my forehead. He would rush out in the middle of the night to buy the medicine I needed, returning with a gentle smile even though he was exhausted.

He cooked nourishing soups, blowing on the spoon to cool it down before feeding me.

I also remembered the passionate moments when we made love in every corner of our little home.

But there were also the quieter, more tender times. Like when we would sit on the couch, my head on his lap as he gently stroked my hair while we watched the sunset through the window.

Or the early mornings when he would wake up before me, and I'd find him in the kitchen, making my favorite breakfast.

I thought I had long forgotten all those past events.

After all, it had been almost five years since we last saw each other.

But now, the mere possibility of his presence was enough to stir up all those buried emotions and fears.

Just as I sank into my thoughts, the private room door burst open with a bang.

I stumbled back.

If it was really him, great!

I rose to leave.

One step, and a shadow shot from behind the door.

Wordlessly, a hand clamped around my arm, dragging me in.

Then, the dim light revealed his face.

The door slammed shut again.

Club noise outside, two of us trapped within.

I lifted my chin, locking eyes with the man before me.