Chapter 3

Phoenix

I walk through the door to find my father and his new family standing in the living room.

My father looks me up and down, grimacing as he takes in my appearance. I don't know what he was expecting, I don't just carry around a tux. And I wouldn't want to ride my motorcycle with one on, anyway.

Observing my new stepmother and stepsister, they don't quite fit the picture I had in my head. I imagined them being high class, rich and spoiled bitches. But they look like normal people.

By the looks on their faces, they don't seem to like me, which is to be expected. I'm sure the picture of me has already been painted in their minds.

A delinquent. A fuck-up. The bad boy that couldn't follow Daddy's orders.

I lean against the doorway, smirking at my new little stepsister. She's wearing a tank top that exposed her large tits and jeans that fit her like a second skin. My cock weeps at the sight.

As my eyes sweep over her, fear fills her eyes, sparking a desire in me that overpowers any animosity.

Maybe I'll enjoy destroying her in more than one way, after all.

Dad growls, and I lazily bring my attention back to him, rolling my eyes. "Nice to see you again, Dad," I grit out, unable to hide the venom lacing my words.

I promised Luke I would try but seeing him again only pisses me off all over again.

"Christina, Selene, this is my son, Phoenix," Dad says in that commanding voice that grates on my nerves. "Phoenix, greet your new stepmother and sister."

"Hi, Phoenix," Christina says, sounding more nervous than anything.

My stepsister just stares at me with wide, fearful eyes full of honey. She's pretty hot for a little omega. I'm guessing she won't be able to handle someone like me, though. But I wouldn't care. I'd break her anyway just for the hell of it.

I plaster the nicest smile I can muster on my face. "Selene, nice to meet you," I purr, extending my hand.

She tentatively places hers in mine, her hands so much smaller than I imagined. She's a tiny little thing, isn't she? I easily tower over her. I think she has to be around 5'3". I can imagine she did gymnastics or cheerleading or something in high school.

I tighten my grip on her hand and bring it up to my lips. She watches with fearful eyes, her cheeks flushed with warmth. Pretending to kiss it, I gaze into her eyes as I take one of her fingers and slowly rotate my tongue around it.

She gasps, a slight tremor going through her that I don't miss.

Fuck. What a naughty girl. She liked it.

This was just the beginning. If she thinks I'm the big bad wolf now, this is nothing. Something inside me screams at me to consume her, to claim her. And who am I to deny myself my own desires?

"Phoenix!" Dad barks, and I drag my gaze over to his enraged expression, slowly lowering her hand.

I smirk. Great, I both pissed him off and got a little taste of my new little obsession.

Selene

I gasp as Phoenix licks my finger. Great, my cheeks are burning with embarrassment, and I can feel the liquid warmth in my underwear. His tongue, warm and rough, sends a jolt of electricity through me.

"Phoenix!" Philip barks, but Phoenix takes his time lowering my hand, a sly smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes bore into mine, and I turn away from him, taking a gulp of air. But all I breathe in is his intoxicating scent, a concoction of leather and sandalwood.

What the hell is wrong with me? I can't be attracted to my stepbrother!

But with his bad boy aura, dark hair, icy blue eyes, and medium, scruffy stubble, I can barely think straight in his presence. I think I'd literally let him ruin my life and thank him for it; that's how hot he is.

Seriously, how did Philip create him? There's hardly any resemblance besides the scary, Alpha-like aura radiating off of them both as they have a silent stare down right in front of me and my mom. It's like watching two storms collide, each one trying to overpower the other.

As I'm still processing the fact that my stepbrother stuck my finger in his mouth, which is still wet with his saliva, Philip speaks up, his voice firm.

"Phoenix, I only allowed you back to the pack for one reason and one reason only. I'm campaigning for the Alpha King title, and I need military support. I was told you graduated training camp with the highest honors. That will help my image and help me gain supporters. That's also why I need you to attend this banquet tonight."

Phoenix's eyes flash silver, and a dangerous aura exudes from him. He grabs a glass from the table, looking at it like a serpent eyeing its next meal before launching it at the wall.

I yelp. The sound of shattering glass echoes through the room, and shards scatter everywhere, glinting like deadly confetti. Thankfully, no one gets hit, but the sudden violence leaves everyone stunned.

"I knew it," Phoenix growls, glaring at his father. "I knew I was nothing more than a fucking pawn to you. For a second I thought maybe you had changed, maybe somehow Daddy's little girl magically changed you into a father of year. But nah, you're still the same, selfish asshole I escaped two years ago."

"Phoenix, enough!" Philip roars, pushing out his own menacing aura that fills the room like a dark cloud. But his son doesn't seem fazed by it at all. If anything, it only enrages him more. The tension between them is so thick you couldn't cut through it with a knife.

Fear surges through me. If his own Alpha can't even control him, what will happen if he attacks one of us? Not that I think he would, but by the way his body is vibrating with barely contained rage, he could lose control and shift at any moment.

Part of me wants to comfort him, while the other is disgusted by his aggressive behavior. He's an Alpha's son, and I thought mom said he was away at training camp for two whole years. Did they teach him nothing about controlling his emotions?

Just as things feel like they're getting out of control and he and Patrick might actually get into a physical altercation, Phoenix storms out of the room.