Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 129

The fresh pain took me by surprise. He didn’t care about me or what I was going through, he only cared about what it might mean for

him. “Who called you?”

“Someone who was concerned about what you might be exposed to here. Someone who didn’t want my clients to find out what you were wrapped up in.”

“Who?” I pressed harder.

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Well, I’m none of your concern anymore. You’ve made that clear already, but we might as well make that official.”

The heat in my father’s face was no longer from embarrassment. Anger had taken hold. “You will go gather your belongings and come with me this instant.”

“No.” I didn’t yell it. I kept my tone even, matter–of–fact.

“You aren’t eighteen. I still make the decisions for you.”

You would think he couldn’t hurt me anymore, yet somehow it still cut, his lack of knowledge or memory when it came to me. It was as if when Lacey died, he’d tried to wipe both of us from his mind. “You could try to call the cops and have them haul me off, but when I tell them I’m only seventeen for five more hours, I doubt they’d do that. But you didn’t remember my birthday was tomorrow,

did you?”

I stared at the man who had played tea party with me for hours on end. The man who had bandaged scraped knees and banished bad dreams. How had we gotten to this place? The one where neither of us trusted the other, and we were all but strangers.

My dad opened and closed his mouth a few times before any words came out. “I’ve been very busy trying to stay afloat at work and visiting your mom. I lost track of time.”

‘What about me? I didn’t rate as a priority to you until it put something you cared about at risk, right?”

That’s ridiculous.”

It’s true.”

My father’s shoulders pulled tight. “You are too young to understand all the pieces at play. I’m doing the best I can. I’m trying to look

out for you. If you stay here, involved with these people, your reputation will be damaged beyond repair.”

I don’t give a fuck about my reputation. I want to be with people who love me. Who actually care about my well–being.”

He scoffed. “Love you? Is that what they’ve said? They’re using you. Taking advantage.”

‘You can believe whatever you want. I know the truth.”

‘And how many of them are you sleeping with?” he spat.

‘Five.” It wasn’t entirely true. I hadn’t been intimate with all of my bond, but we’d shared a bed. I wouldn’t hide this from my father. I wouldn’t be ashamed.

Banaue Mur Childhood Sweetheart–His Alpha Brother Marked Me First!

Chapter 129

“Five?!” he spluttered.

Five. They love me and I love them.” Okay, Vaughn definitely didn’t love me, but I had no doubt he’d kill for me. That was something

That is disgusting.”

Mason stepped forward. “All right, Bruce. I think it’s time for you to leave.”

Dad stood firm. “I’m not leaving without my daughter. You’ve brainwashed her. Put her under some mind control to convert her to your perverted ways.”

Leave.” Mason’s eyes glowed in the low light, his alpha authority ringing through his words.

My father wasn’t a shifter, but he also wasn’t immune to the power coming off Mason in waves. He seemed almost confused as he walked back to his car. “This isn’t over.”

But it was. Pain lanced through my chest as the last tie to the family who’d raised me severed. I watched as his lights flared to life and hen wound down the gravel road until they disappeared altogether.

River moved then, pulling me into his hold. Anson and Knox surrounded me too, their heat enveloping me. I didn’t cry. I didn’t have anything left within me to pour out.

was exhausted. A bone–deep fatigue swept over me until my legs began to tremble..

The world tilted as Anson swept me into his arms. All I could see were the blurry stars overhead. The sky was blanketed with them. I wanted to lose myself in those stars. To disappear and never come back. I didn’t want to have to think about whether my adoptive parents had ever really loved me, or whether my birth mother’s ramblings were true. I didn’t want to think about who my birth ‘ather was, or if I’d ever be able to make this bond truly work.

squeezed my eyes closed as the bright lights of the lodge filled my vision. I burrowed my head into Anson’s chest. I could feel him limbing the stairs, but I didn’t look up. Not when he reached the landing. Not when he stepped inside Knox’s room. Not when he lay ne down on the bed.

Turn the lights down,” River said softly.

The bright light I could see through my closed eyes blinked out, replaced by a soft glow I knew was Knox’s reading lamp.

Anson nuzzled my neck. “You want pajamas?”

nodded.

Knox’s familiar fingers dipped into the waistband of my leggings, gently tugging them down. A second later, Anson and River helped ne into my flannel pajama bottoms. My eyes opened and I tugged my tank top and sports bra off, reaching for the worn T–shirt Anson handed me and pulling it over my head.

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