Mated To The Alpha Stepbrother

Good Girl

Vinorca Jona POV

"How dare you!" he shouted, causing me to jump on the spot.

Like, he would surely murder me without even thinking twice.

I attempted to take a few more steps to run away from here, to reach a safer place, somewhere better than staying here. But my legs didn't take me anywhere.

I needed to run; that's what I knew, but my body and head both went into a state where I couldn't do anything properly.

"F*uck!!! Vinorca, did you forget what I said last time?" he questioned.

I could feel the heat of his words spreading inside my numb body.

How could I forget what he said before? I could never forget it, that's for sure. Every day, every night, I remember what happened three years ago.

That was the day this monster ruined my peace more than he did ten years ago by adopting me.

Three years ago, I was guileless but not gullible.

That was my first time rejecting Dante.

"One day, you'll beg me." His icy tone spread from his mouth.

Those were the words he spoke.

After that, he left the pack without warning, and I had never asked him for another favour or another meal, surviving only by working part-time jobs.

“Answer me. Now!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed in fear, hearing the loud crashing sound behind me. No way in hell did I have the guts to move or see what was happening behind me or how the place looked.

Without even seeing it, I could be sure it was something I surely wouldn't be pleased to watch.

Fear and anxiety coursed through my body, increasing my heartbeat. I felt hopeless.

"Eyes on me, Vinorca. I already said this to you last time. I warned you that if you kept this attitude, then I wouldn't be responsible for whatever happened next," Dante left his words hanging.

‘I can't,’ I screamed inside my heart.

"I am going to finish what I left in the middle of three years ago. It's the choice you can have. But the decision is mine to take," he continued, lingering on the warning in his raspy voice.

My breath became gradually shallow, and I could feel my whole body give up on his commanding tone.

With a heavy heart, I moved and noticed all the mess he had created. Food and plates all lay on the floor, and he snapped the already flipped table in half.

I couldn't even imagine what would happen if he did that to my neck.

This mere thought increased my blood pressure.

‘How could you forget he ordered you to keep your eyes on him?,’my conscience reminded me.

I lifted my eyes to meet him. They were drilling holes. If a look could kill, then this would have been my end for sure.

"That's like a good girl, Vinorca. This is you, and don't forget you are here to pay for your parents' sins. They died, leaving you behind with their sins without any mercy because they never gave two f***s about you," he spat out venomously.

His hateful words stabbed my heart, making it bleed in pain. My parents were not as he portrays them.

His eyes conveyed his hate and anger effortlessly.

I was just a child when they lost their lives trying to protect Dante's parents. But they failed. Dante lost his parents too in that accident.

But what he never understood or got was that it wasn't just him who lost his parents, I lost mine too.

As far as I remember, my parents never hated me. They always showered me with love and care.

Dante knew this too. My parents were not what he tried to show them.

Why do I have to atone for sins I never committed? What if I blame his parents for the death of my parents?

I can still recall events from when I lost my parents as a kid. But Dante was eighteen at that time, and he still had no sympathy for me.

"Please…," I begged, tears rolling out from my eyes. I didn't want to cry, at least not in front of this monster, but what could I do? His words just hurt me more than I wanted them to.

"Are you hurt? That's how it should be, baby. But I hate it. Don't show me your crying ugly face. Stop crying," he threatened me.

Still, tears kept streaming down my face. I couldn't control them. I wasn't a robot that could control my emotions as he wanted.

"You're not even going to listen to whatever I'm trying to make you understand, right?" Dante growled and folded his hands, showing he wasn't happy with me defying his orders.

But that's not what I was trying to do at all. The thing was, I just couldn't control my tears. I didn't want to show I was weak. I started wiping my tears with the sleeves of my top, roughly and quickly, to not let him get the satisfaction he was trying to have.

I wasn't even trying to cross paths with this guy. Why did he have to get offended by everything I did?

Even if I were going to breathe, that would offend him for no reason.

"I want to go," I said, trying to stabilize my voice, not wanting to sound like I was begging. But of course, my voice betrayed me.

"Where do you want to go? This is my house, and don't forget, you can't go anywhere without my permission. That's what I'm sure about, Miss Vinorca Jona," he took a step forward, crushing the glasses under his shoes.

My whole body shook with intensity as he took his steps forward without giving me any time to recover.

He grabbed me by my waist. I crashed into his hard chest, and my breath fluctuated, leaving me in a total mess.

"You know Vinorca, this behavior of yours, you shivering in my arms, makes me happy. But you have become a spoiled brat, and I know how to tame my bratty bunny," he whispered in my ear, shaking me to the core.

I'm as good as dead. I know now that no one can save me.

"Bunny, why are you like this? First, you scream over everything, then you get shy. I don't feel happy. If you want to stand up that dearly, then why not just do it in the right way, baby bunny?" Dante mumbled, and his lips brushed over my earlobe.

My hand automatically reached his shoulder. I grabbed him tightly, feeling bad about how his actions were enough to wet my fantasies.

‘Don't forget he is your stepbrother,’ my conscience reminded me as I felt butterflies running inside my stomach.

"What...are you...trying to do?" I asked with trembling lips.

I felt cold saliva on my earlobe as he sucked it. His touch felt soothing and great.

No matter how much I despised him and his touch, everything changed when he laid his hands on me.

It gave me a great feeling—a feeling I never dreamed of. It worked me up and made me crave more of his touch.

"What do you think I'm doing, bunny?" he asked in his raspy voice.

His words sent a tingling sensation through me, as if my head was spinning upside down, doing somersaults.

"I don't want to think..." I breathed out my answer desperately as his tongue licked my ear softly.

"But I want you to think, Vinorca. Think of me. Think of how we can be together," he murmured seductively, his hot breath touching my skin.

I tried to push him away, but my body had a different plan.

It was as if my body was playing its own game, and I had no control over it.

"No...," I murmured, trying to regain control over myself, trying to suppress the wild thoughts invading my mind.

But my own body betrayed me. It was already craving his touch, wanting more of it.

"Why not, Vinorca? You know you want this too," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.

"No! Stop!" I shouted, trying to break free from his grip, but he only tightened it further.

"Shhh... don't fight it, Vinorca. Let yourself go," he breathed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I was trapped in his grasp, both physically and mentally. The internal battle between desire and reason waged on within me, tearing me apart.

Deep down, I knew it was wrong. The forbidden nature of our relationship screamed at me, reminding me of the consequences that awaited us.

But the intoxicating pull he had on me was undeniable. It was a dangerous dance of emotions, drawing me closer to the edge with every passing moment.

“Don't.”