CLAIMED BY THE ROGUE, BOUND TO THE WARLOCK, MATED TO THE WEREWOLF

As soon as my gaze met Ryker's, a wicked smile spread across his face, sending chills racing down my spine.

“Who is she?” Ryker inquired, and I felt a lump form in my throat, deliberately steering clear of his piercing stare.

I couldn't fathom why he would pose such a question to Aaron when he was already aware of my identity.

“She's nobody, Alpha—just my little toy,” Aaron replied, and my heart plummeted.

I never imagined I would hear Aaron utter those words.

I had put up with his behavior because of my love for him, despite the daily torment he inflicted, but I could never forget the support he had given me, which is why I remained by his side.

“Your little toy, huh? How long has she been with you, and why is her wolf scent so faint?”

Ryker pressed, his jaw tightening with fury as I struggled to rise, but my bandaged arm made it impossible.

“She’s been with me for two years now, Alpha, and as for her wolf scent, she has a dormant wolf, Alpha Ryker,”

Aaron replied, and I noticed a flicker of fear in his eyes, which was unusual because the Aaron I knew never showed fear towards anyone.

"Get up!" Alpha Ryker shouted, and I hurriedly pushed myself to my feet, wincing in pain as I did so.

Neither of them offered assistance; they simply stood by, watching my struggle with a sense of satisfaction.

"So, this is where you've been hiding? I hope you received my message," he said, and I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, my breath coming in heavy gasps as I averted my gaze.

"I d...don't know what you mean,"

I stammered, lowering my head, but he swiftly grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

In that moment, our eyes locked, and my wolf stirred within me, causing me to scream in agony as he released me.

"So this is your game? You're just a cheap whore? You sell yourself to men? You've been nothing but a plaything for my brother for two years, and you have the audacity to be shameless!" he shouted, his voice laced with fury and disgust.

I glanced around, confused about who he meant by his brother.

The last I knew, Alpha Ryker was a wolf and Aaron was a warlock. How could they possibly be related?

"W...what are you saying?" I asked, and Alpha Ryker let out a dark chuckle before responding.

"You've been sleeping with two brothers, you little slut!" he roared, slamming his fist on the table, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

How could this be true?

"Whatever happened between us was a mistake, Alpha Ryker! I was in heat, and I didn't know what I was doing!"

I begged, tears streaming down my face as I glanced between the two men, desperately searching for a way out.

“What’s happening here? You’ve been having an affair with my brother, and you call it a mistake? How dare you! How did you even meet?”

Aaron shouted furiously, unbuckling his belt as if to strike me. I began to cry out, but he silenced me with a finger pressed to his lips.

He turned to Ryker, his anger boiling over. “You’ve only been in town for three months, keeping a low profile. How did you two end up together?” he yelled, the veins in his neck bulging.

“It was completely unexpected. I started going to the club where she works because my wolf was restless, and then I saw her. I realized she’s my mate, and we’ve been together a few times. Three nights ago, I marked her,” Ryker explained.

“You did what?” Aaron shouted, his fists clenching and unclenching in rage.

“You heard me, Aaron. I marked her because it’s my right. I’ve been searching for my mate for ages, and besides, you have no right to be angry. You said she was just your plaything, right?” Ryker shot back, matching Aaron’s intensity while I watched the chaos unfold.

Seeing their focus shift away from me, I took the opportunity to make a break for the door, desperate to escape this nightmare.

I wasn’t ready to face death, especially knowing I couldn’t outrun their fury.

Just as I was about to take my first step, I felt myself yanked off the ground, and Aaron slammed me to the floor, hitting and slapping me mercilessly, hurling vile insults without a care for my well-being.

Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any more, I noticed Aaron’s body suddenly weakened. His eyes rolled back, blood spilling from his mouth as he collapsed beside me.

I gasped in horror, covering my mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to escape as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Ryker had just killed his brother Aaron because of me!

“Get up and come with me now!” Ryker commanded, and I crawled backward against the wall, shaking my head and pleading with him not to touch me.

I shouted, "You killed him!" He merely laughed, licking the blood from his fingers as he replied,

"He's not dead. He's a warlock; he can handle himself. Come with me now or I won't hesitate to make you!”