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

Ryker swiftly opened the car door for me, and I climbed in, feeling a mix of dread and confusion as he drove us to an unknown destination.

My mind was consumed by the haunting image of Aaron's lifeless face, making it impossible to focus on the road ahead.

What have I gotten myself into?

“Who’s the father of the child you’re carrying, me or him?” Ryker asked, his gaze fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

I glanced around, wishing I could somehow escape through the window rather than confront that question.

The truth was, I didn’t even know who the father of my child was.

“I don’t know,” I murmured, barely audible.

He hissed in frustration, thumping the steering wheel a few times before accelerating recklessly, seemingly unafraid of the consequences.

I silently prayed to the moon goddess, hoping she would accept my soul and grant me a chance to make things right.

The tires screeched as we came to a sudden halt.

When I finally opened my eyes, relief washed over me, only to be replaced by panic as I realized we were parked in front of Vincent Farrah’s mansion. My breath caught in my throat.

What on earth are we doing here?

Vincent had kidnapped me one night after work, holding me captive for two days of torment before letting me go.

“Get out,” Ryker commanded. I hesitated, but the sight of his crimson eyes in the rearview mirror spurred me into action.

I quickly exited the car and followed him inside the mansion.

There, lounging on the couch with a cigar in one hand and a glass of liquor in the other, was Vincent Farrah.

As soon as our eyes locked, he broke into a wide grin, sending a chill down my spine.

I felt as if I had forgotten how to breathe; the room suddenly felt stifling, and I began to sweat.

“I see you’ve brought the little toy,” Vincent chuckled, exchanging a handshake with Ryker.

What in the name of the moon goddess is happening here?

“Welcome home, little wolf,” Vincent purred, and I struggled to find my voice, my eyes darting around in a panic.

“What do you mean? How do you two know each other? I thought wolves and rogues were supposed to be enemies?” I stammered, my gaze locked onto their icy stares.

“We are enemies. We keep business separate from pleasure, but we are also brothers, born of different mothers to the same father,” Vincent Farrah finally revealed, and my breath caught in my throat.

Aaron, Ryker, and Vincent are blood brothers?

“You're joking… this has to be a prank… please tell me it’s a prank,” I pleaded.

“No, sweetheart, this is your reality. You’re our mate, and we’re prepared to claim our father’s throne. He passed away a few months ago, and the pack needs us, just as we need you,” Ryker replied, shaking my resolve.

“No… I can’t marry you! Especially not you, Vincent! You’ve brought me nothing but heartache these past few months, and you expect me to run back to you? Over my dead body!” I shouted, my body trembling with tears as he moved closer.

“You don’t have a choice, little wolf. You belong to us, and you must follow our lead. You brought this upon yourself! If you hadn’t rejected me, you wouldn’t have seen my darker side!”

“I rejected you because you’re a rogue! I can’t be a rogue; the world out there is merciless! I’m weak and can’t protect myself!”

“Well, the good news is, you can’t reject us, and you really have no idea who you are, do you?” Ryker said, a smirk playing on his lips.

I didn’t respond; instead, I turned and bolted for the front door. Just then, I crashed into a solid chest, sending me sprawling to the ground and twisting my leg.

I looked up in pain to see Aaron, looking as vibrant as ever, as if he hadn’t been lifeless just an hour ago.

I stared at him, mouth agape like a fish out of water, and he extended his hand toward me.

“I’m not dead, Sharon. Warlocks never die. I’m sure you’ve met my brother, and he’s told you the truth. Welcome home.”

He said and caressed my cheeks tenderly and I closed my eyes and I felt oddly satisfied. He was my mate after all and it wouldn't hurt forgiving him.

I almost believed him, but then I recalled all the times I had endured his biting remarks.

A piercing scream tore from my lips as I felt my bones crack, and in that moment, I transformed into my wolf for the very first time.