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The alphas’ nostrils flare, and an ominous growl rumbles. I shift my feet, ready to take this hand-to-hand.
They can try to break me all they want.
I’ll never break my act.
“Wait.” A goateed alpha yanks the packleader’s arm. “Isn’t she…”
They freeze.
Not pause—freeze, and suddenly I’m not the only one clenching cheeks.
“Princess?” The tatted packleader’s voice lifts three octaves from his snarl. “They caught you too?”
I’m no princess.
What I am is on my own with four big dudes bad enough to get ganked by special forces.
I’ll say what I have to say to survive. “Bastard fucking Brandon brought me in.”
I never realized there’s a difference when an alpha snarls at you and for you, but their rumbles hit different when they’re in my defense. The prickle at my neck fades, and if I weren’t afraid of frying their brain stems, my shoulders might even droop.
So weird.
These guys are full-on mafia soldiers.
Enforcer height, tattoos, and the threatening kind of movement that warns they know how to use their bulk for max damage.
Guys like my half-brothers—Dominik, Erik, and the whole rest of the gangland side of my fam.
Speaking of family…
Now my skin prickle has nothing to do with pheromones.
“Boss’ll go apeshit.” The guy in the corner rolls the sleeves of his prison jumpsuit.
Red snake scales coil his forearm. His sleeve tattoo covers his bicep, but my bubbling gut knows the pattern tapers into a crimson, snarling cobra.
Redfangs.
Shit on a blackened biscuit with a schmear of anal jelly.
“Princess. Are you thirsty? Do you want to sit?” The alpha with arms wider than my head pulls a steamy, suspect bottle of water from his waistband.
I’m plastered to the back wall, reeling.
I have dozens of half-brothers because my father is both a kingpin and a slut, but far as I know, I only have one sister.
We’ve never met, and hopefully never will, because she already ruined my life.
We look alike.
Like scary, twinsy, fool-my-father’s-goons alike.
She’s why I was kidnapped from the OCC.
She’s why I was gift-wrapped to an alpha pack—the store brand version of the cartel princess they could never hope to mate.
So she’s why I was drugged—forced into the heat that awakened my freak pheromones and obliterated my heart-ringed dreams.
