Mated To The Alpha Stepbrother

Daddy

Vinorca Jona POV

"I am going to make sure these pretty nails of yours are dug out from your fingers, if you keep scratching me,” Dante warned, his words punctuated with slight pauses.

I immediately froze, not wanting to anger him further. The pain was overwhelming my senses. Why did he have to be so heartless? I was bleeding from every part of my body as he threw me to the floor of the living room, injured from being dragged this far.

"Bunny, stand up," he ordered. I just blinked, my head spinning.

How could I possibly stand?

"You want me to help you stand?" Dante asked, his tone seething with anger. His mood swings were impossible to predict.

I feared for my life, but I was even more terrified of other maids seeing me like this.

They already hated me; what would they think seeing me naked, with Dante shirtless?

I hadn't even noticed when my full clothes had been removed as he was tongue and fingers f*****g me.

They would think me a w***e, not caring that Dante was my stepbrother, my legal guardian - and practically it's his fault.

This should have been the worst day already—my eighteenth birthday approaching, marking the anniversary of my parents' and Dante's parents' deaths. But this was beyond anything I could have imagined.

The torture, discovering he was my mate, his hatred—I never expected any of this. I wanted to die.

"Are you listening, Vinorca Jona? Stand up, or I'll break your feet," Dante growled, his voice rising to a scream.

Snapping back to reality, I used what little strength I had left to push myself up on wobbling legs.

I didn't know why he wanted me to stand, but I knew I had to obey or die.

His eyes raked over me, devoid of emotion—no lust, no anger, just a terrifying blankness that made my blood run cold.

"Now answer me truthfully, bunny. Who gave you this bracelet?" he asked, his tone domineering.

"Lewis," I replied without hesitation, no longer in the mood to lie.

"What about the wound on your stomach?" he questioned.

"Amy did this to me," I answered quickly, feeling as if I was being interrogated.

"Really?"

"Yes," I immediately assured, sensing his confusion.

"She dares to do this? And your principal didn't take any action?"

I hesitated, unsure how to answer. I couldn't tell him the principal only cared because of my connection to Dante. "He didn't, but today he warned them and assured me it wouldn't happen again," I said softly, lowering my head to stare at the blood-stained floor.

"You mean to say she's been bullying you from the start, and you've just been bearing it like a chump? Even that old man didn't do anything?" Dante growled, gritting his teeth in anger.

I struggled to form a coherent response. What did he expect me to do? I was just an Omega with no wolf, powerless against those from influential families.

Even Dante himself was a bully—worse than the others. His pack followed his example, though no one knows my relationship with him.

"Tell me, Vinorca. Are you f*****g kidding me?" he shouted, making my heart race in fear.

"Lewis and Amanda helped me," I blurted out, explaining how their friendship had deterred some of the bullying.

Suddenly, a loud crash startled me. A broken chair lay inches from my feet, a wooden plank striking my shoulder. The pain was intense, but shock overrode it momentarily.

"Again with that bastard's name," Dante snarled. "Why do you keep chanting it like a mantra?"

Another chair shattered before me, injuring my feet and toes, with the flying pieces that hit me up.I hissed silently in pain as a cold breeze aggravated my fresh wounds.

"Amanda was involved too in helping me," I added, immediately regretting my words. Why was I making things worse?

"Is that so, Vinorca? But after everything, do you think I'm going to trust anything your slutty mouth is trying to convey?" Dante's voice was eerily calm yet intimidating.

Slutty mouth? He is really f****d up.

"Why is your mouth sealed now? Or are you just thinking about how my c**k perfectly widened it moments ago?" he taunted shamelessly."Don't cry, bunny. It hasn't even started. My bunny started crying—come to daddy."

I wanted to sob uncontrollably. His words terrified me, especially him calling himself "daddy." I looked at the shattered wood on the floor, realising he wanted me to walk across it.

"You coming, bunny?" he questioned. I raised my head to meet his empty gaze.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, preparing myself for the pain to come. With each shaky step, I felt the sharp pieces slice into my skin. My eyes remained fixed on Dante's emotionless face as I approached him.

Standing before him, I curled my fists, willing this issue to end. He stared at me intently, as if trying to peer into my soul.

"You know, I hate when you don't cry, bunny. These tear marks look so beautiful on your face. Why did you stop crying? I love your tears," he said, caressing my cheeks and eyelids with an unsettling gentleness.

I wanted to step away, feeling wood splinters burrowing into my open wounds. How could someone find peace in another's pain?

Dante's touch sent shivers down my spine, his gentleness a stark contrast to the cruelty he had just inflicted. I stood there, trembling, as he continued to caress my face.

"You're so beautiful when you're broken," he murmured, his eyes roaming over my battered body. "But I'm not done with you yet, bunny."

I swallowed hard, fear gripping my heart. What more could he possibly do to me?

"Now, let's talk about your little friends," Dante said, his voice suddenly cold. "Lewis and Amanda. Tell me everything about them."

I hesitated, not wanting to betray my only friends. But the memory of his earlier violence made me speak. "They're just classmates who've been kind to me," I stammered. "They don't know anything about... this."

Dante's eyes narrowed. "And what exactly is 'this', Vinorca? About I adopted you? Or the fact that you're mine?"

His possessive tone made me flinch. "I... I don't know what you mean," I lied, my voice barely above a whisper.

In an instant, his hand was around my throat, not squeezing, but a clear threat. "Don't play dumb with me, bunny. You know exactly what I mean. You're my mate, whether you like it or not."

Tears welled up in my eyes again. "Please, Dante," I choked out. "I never asked for this."

He released my throat, only to grab my chin roughly. "No one asks for their mate, Vinorca. It's fate. And fate has decided you belong to me."

I closed my eyes, wishing I could disappear. When I opened them again, Dante was staring at me with an intensity that made me shudder.

"From now on, you stay away from Amanda, and anyone else who thinks they can protect you," he growled. "I'm the only protection you need."

"But—" I started to protest, but he cut me off with a cruel laugh.

"But what, bunny? You think anyone can save you from me?” He leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear. "You're an Omega. My Omega. And it's time you learned your place."

With that, he stepped back, leaving me swaying on my feet, surrounded by broken wood and my own blood. I had never felt more alone, more trapped.

"Clean this mess up," Dante ordered, gesturing to the destroyed furniture. "And when you're done, come to my room. We have more to discuss about your future."

As he turned to leave, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of future I could possibly have in this nightmare. But I knew one thing for certain: my life would never be the same again.

After cleaning the living room, I walked inside his room.

"Why so silent, bunny? You were so eager to speak before. Now suddenly your voice is stuck inside your throat. Or is it because of my c*m still sticking there, shoving your words back?" Dante asked, as if telling a joke, but I sensed he was straightaway insulting me.

He had a talent for pushing people to the edge with his words, more than his actions. It was like he was telling me he would break me down with his words and everything else he had today, to teach me a lesson about messing with the wrong person.

But I hadn't messed up with him. From the start, I knew a disgusting and twisted person like him was working to mess with me. Why would I even try to mess with him? I just wanted to live my life with dignity, which he always crushed as if it didn't exist. Before I could even mess anything up, he was always ready to ruin things for me.

"You know how your blood smells to me?" he interrupted my thoughts. I didn't want to ask this damn question. I was bleeding to death, and he wanted me to think about this?

'Try to say this to him, he'll show you what it really means,' my conscience mocked.

As if I could even voice my thoughts here. He was someone I'd better draw a line with. It was never an option to say what was truly going on in my mind. I didn't need to unleash my imagination and give him more reasons to show me who was in command.

"Even if you don't ask, I'd love to tell you, bunny. This blood of yours is just so alluring. How this red colour favours your body complexion. You look like a Christmas present wrapped just for me in my favourite colour," he commented.

I felt only fear. His face, his eyes, his words - everything screamed that today he was a bloodthirsty monster ready to consume me. How could he find this situation healing? I was bleeding, and he felt it was a gift.

For sure, this pain he was inflicting on my birthday was the special gift he'd talked about. Everything wrapped in his favourite colour red, and giving me pain was nothing new to him.

"But I'm solely thinking about how to unwrap this gift. It's looking a bit messy now," he traced his thumb lower, caressing my swollen lips.

I groaned a little as he rubbed my lower lip, staring intensely into my eyes.

Now, I could sense the hunger, lust, and many more disturbing expressions flashing in his eyes, revealing every thought in his head.

"These lips, how many times I imagined them wrapped around me. And today, when it happened in reality," Dante dug his nail into my already swollen lip, "something flashed inside my head. I want to know how many d***s this mouth of yours has had. I can't feel the same pleasure I always imagined. It's not the same. I just feel anger bubbling inside every inch."

I wanted to explain, but even if I tried or begged, he'd never accept it.

He thought I was a w***e who slept around.

His eyes showed he believed I had been with every man in this pack.

Isn't that what my worth was to him? I didn't even want to disagree.

Even though I'd never been with anyone, not even once, I was standing naked in front of a man I once called 'brother'. If this didn't make me a shameless w***e, what would?

I came back from my thoughts as he dug his nail deeper, and my lower lip started tasting metallic. I could taste my own blood.

Today, he was going to make me bleed from every part, inside and out. His actions sent chills through my body.

"I'm not just angry, bunny. That's too small a word to explain what I'm feeling. I always knew dirty blood ran in your veins, just like your mother who ruined everything and everyone's life so she could enjoy her sins. That's why they say; A sinner can never give birth to a saint, just like a w***e makes only whores. She can never make someone pure.”

His words shot directly into my heart. I tried to process what he meant, but calling my mom a w***e was below the belt. He was saying outrageous things. I couldn't take it all in; I couldn't collect his words, They were messing with my head.

“Bastard!!!” The word slipped without me knowing.