I never thought the night my mother remarried would end with me locked in a guest room, soaked between my thighs and fighting the urge to open the door.

The wedding had been perfect. White flowers, soft music, my new stepfather smiling like he’d finally found something good. I smiled through it too, even when the four of them watched me.

My stepbrothers.

Lucian. Kade. Rhys. Vance.

Four alphas. Same blood, same pack, same cold silver eyes that had followed me from the moment I stepped into their house three months ago. They never touched me. Never spoke more than necessary. Just watched. Like they were waiting for something.

Tonight...