Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

Let's be for real...

Father wouldn't care if some bastards bullied me. At least, not anymore. After all, just right under his roof and nose, he had encouraged my own sister to do the same and even punished me unjustly for it.

No amount of bullying and humiliation I was subjected to outside could beat that which had sprouted from where it was supposed to be 'home' for me—or people who were supposed to be family.

My shoulders slumped. It felt like I had a deep wound right there in my heart.

Before I knew it, Toño darted forward and snatched my bag.

WHAT?!

The guts of these boys!

"¡Oye! Give that back!" I shouted, lunging for him, but Rafa and Emilio grabbed my arms, holding me back.

Toño rummaged through my bag with gleeful abandon, pulling out my purse.

"Jackpot!" he crowed, waving it in the air.

No, no, no. not that. Father's money was in it. These bastards would take it!