Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

I stepped away from the other prostitutes, ignoring their protests and whispered insults.

"That one?" one of the women scoffed, following my gaze. "Seriously? She’s a mess."

"Yeah," another chimed in, laughing. "You’ve got all of us to choose from, and you pick her?"

I didn’t dignify them with a response. Instead, I made my way to her corner slowly. She glanced up as I approached, her eyes widening in surprise as though approaching her was a crime.

Well, seeing as she reeked of hopelessness, maybe it was.

"Hey," I said, leaning casually against the table. "You look like you could use some company."

She blinked, clearly not expecting anyone to talk to her. "Me?"

"No, the table behind you," I deadpanned, then smirked. "Of course, you."

Her lips twitched into a small smile. "Well, aren’t you charming?"

I shrugged, letting my gaze fixate on her like she was charming and didn’t look like someone’s leftover vomit.

"I know what I like. And right now, that’s you."