Tortured By My Twin Mates: Bullied To Be Your Rejection

By Liz Barnet

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"So many women beg for it, Maya," Leonardo chuckled from behind, pushing me down so I fell into Maximus's arms. My hands automatically gripped his muscular shoulders.

 

"And we're giving it to you for free..." Maximus whispered into my ear and, out of the blue, raised my hips. In one forceful motion, he pushed his erection inside of me, going deep.

 

I screamed in pain, but that scream was quickly silenced as another one escaped when Leonardo also penetrated me, this time into my back passage, all in one go.

 

"God..." I sobbed, my forehead pressed against Maximus's chest. Unlike me, his heartbeats were utterly steady and calm, and I knew the other twin possessed the same ability. They could control their emotions while I couldn't.

 

"We're going to make you pray today," Maximus said.

 

"Yeah, call all the gods you want. None can save you," Leonardo pulled out and slammed his erection back inside me, followed by Maximus.

 

They had just torn me in both places. The pain... it said it all.

 

As the daughter of the Alpha’s Mistress, Maya was an outcast within the pack and tortured by her step-brothers. Alpha's sons—Maximus and Leonardo Sterling, known as the Sterling Twins—Were future Alphas of the Blackthorn pack and had a mission to make Maya's life hell and the best opportunity landed in their hands on her eighteenth birthday it turned out they were her mates. On the very first night, they snatched her innocence and forcefully marked her...all to seek revenge for the wrongs her mother had committed.

 

And when it came to torture the Sterling Twins knew no bounds....

 

But...

 

What would happen when Maya became pregnant after being marked by the twin stepbrother mates and she decided to escape? And What would happen when several years later the twin alphas decided to pursue her again in order to make their son the heir of the pack?

 (Book 1 of the series)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Apr 10, 2024

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Tortured By My Twin Mates：

Bullied To Be Your Rejection

Revengeful Love Werewolf Bond Series Book 1

Liz Barnet

Blurb:

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So many women beg for it, Maya, Leonardo chuckled from behind, pushing me down so I fell into Maximus's arms. My hands automatically gripped his muscular shoulders.

And we're giving it to you for free... Maximus whispered into my ear and, out of the blue, raised my hips. In one forceful motion, he pushed his erection inside of me, going deep.

I screamed in pain, but that scream was quickly silenced as another one escaped when Leonardo also penetrated me, this time into my back passage, all in one go.

God... I sobbed, my forehead pressed against Maximus's chest. Unlike me, his heartbeats were utterly steady and calm, and I knew the other twin possessed the same ability. They could control their emotions while I couldn't.

We're going to make you pray today, Maximus said.

Yeah, call all the gods you want. None can save you, Leonardo pulled out and slammed his erection back inside me, followed by Maximus.

They had just torn me in both places. The pain... it said it all.

As the daughter of the Alpha’s Mistress, Maya was an outcast within the pack and tortured by her step-brothers. Alpha's sons—Maximus and Leonardo Sterling, known as the Sterling Twins—Were future Alphas of the Blackthorn pack and had a mission to make Maya's life hell and the best opportunity landed in their hands on her eighteenth birthday it turned out they were her mates. On the very first night, they snatched her innocence and forcefully marked her...all to seek revenge for the wrongs her mother had committed.

And when it came to torture the Sterling Twins knew no bounds....

But...

What would happen when Maya became pregnant after being marked by the twin stepbrother mates and she decided to escape? And What would happen when several years later the twin alphas decided to pursue her again in order to make their son the heir of the pack?

Chapter 1: An Outcast In The Pack

Maya

Yet another day waking up regretting my existence…

It was agonizing, but not existence itself—no, it was living within this pack that made it painful. How could anyone, especially the daughter of the mistress, expect even a modicum of respect from any fucking member of this damn pack? This pack, known for its dominance across the continent, boasted an overwhelming majority of fierce warriors and trained members.

I was an outcast, a shadow no one wanted. Even after my mother, Morgana, spent years whoring around, slaving for the alpha and entangled in his affairs, eventually bearing the Sterling name, nothing changed. She'd successfully wrecked his previous marriage, all for what? No one respected her or me.

To be brutally honest, she wasn't much of a mother to me. If selling me off would have paved her way to this life, she would've gladly done it.

The Sterling family never extended a welcoming hand. I couldn't blame them.

Since Luna's death, everything had changed, particularly the Alpha. Yes, he had married his mistress, or should I say, my mother. From the outside, everything appeared perfect, but from within, it was a murky and bitter mess.

I freshened up, preparing for college by slipping into a pair of black shorts and a red crop top, then throwing on a black jacket. These privileges were part of being connected to the wealthy Sterling family, even if none of them wanted me.

Heading to college—or more specifically, the journey to get there—was another part of my day that I deeply despised. The ride always put me in the hands of those who loathed me more than anyone else in the pack ever could or would—the Sterling Twins, Maximus and Leonardo both 22 years old and the future Alphas of the Blackthorn Pack.

I was nothing short of an eyesore to them, or perhaps even worse—a person they'd love to dismember and scatter, ensuring no news of it ever reached anyone's ears.

God! Thinking about facing them always sent a shiver down my spine. The mere sight of me made their faces contort in disgust, their dark eyes growing even darker, as if they could cast me into an abyss and never let anyone bring me back.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and counted to ten. The comb in my hand paused for a moment as I willed my nerves to settle. I could endure this, just like every other day. It wasn't as if this situation was entirely new—I'd been enduring it for the past year, and I'd managed quite well. My birthday was approaching, and I only had to endure a few more days of this.

Once I find my mate...all this torment will be over.

When I opened my eyes, they inadvertently landed on a picture of my father, instead of my reflection in the mirror.

If only he hadn't passed away when I was seven...

It had been a bit more than ten long years, but I could still feel his touch, his kisses on my cheeks, and his warm embrace. My mother, on the other hand, remained preoccupied, attempting to ingratiate herself with businessmen to climb the social ladder until she found the perfect match, Alaric Sterling.

She had been unfaithful to my father, and I suspected that if, for some reason, Alaric fell from power, she would abandon him too. She was for no one but herself. Despite my pleas, she had dragged me to this pack to maintain the facade of the perfect mother.

I secured my hair with a claw clip, allowing the short layers to frame my face. I didn't bother tucking them away.

I descended the grand staircase—this pack house, I tell you, was the definition of luxury itself—every part of it was. From the servants to the kitchen, the bedrooms, and every other corner, it resembled nothing short of a luxury hotel. Yet, it felt like a deserted hotel, devoid of anyone to talk to.

Upon reaching the breakfast table, I noticed that everyone had already finished their meals. There was only a single plate left, bearing a single piece of toast with scrambled eggs on the side.

I saw the maid and asked, Is that mine?

Well, it couldn't be. Incidents like this had occurred before, and no one had bothered to care.

She gave me the usual disdainful look that everyone reserved for me, the kind of look people give to those they despise, and replied, Yes, of course. With that, she left.

Shrugging, I quickly had my breakfast and headed outside, only to find the familiar black jeep waiting at the front. My breath caught in my throat as I spotted Maximus's face in the side-view mirror. His perfectly shaped eyes, which used to shine like gems until they landed on me, were concealed by black sunglasses.

As my gaze traveled farther back, I could see Leonardo groping a blonde in the backseat. Her t-shirt had ridden up, revealing her basically huge breasts, with one of them firmly grasped by Leo, and their mouths locked in a kiss. Judging by Leo's loosely hanging pants, I could only...

My speculative thoughts were abruptly cut short by a sudden honk.

I jolted in place and turned to see Max, now looking at me. He had removed his sunglasses, and a cigarette dangled from his fingers. He beckoned me with two fingers and said, Get here, Pigeon!

Chapter 2: Stepsister, A Pigeon, A Slave

Maya

Get here, Pigeon!

His command sent shivers through my body, and his intense gaze made it clear that if I didn't hurry, he would either drive away or run that black beast over me just to crush me into mere pieces. I knew they both preferred the latter option.

With a sigh, I made my way to the car. Typically, on days when there were no events like what was happening in the backseat, I would take the back seat. But today, I knew my place was in the front.

I opened the door and settled in the front seat beside Maximus.

I could detect their cologne, a scent that had overwhelmed me from the very beginning, but I also caught a faint whiff of strawberry perfume from the new woman. She looked unfamiliar.

Did they pick her up from the streets?

Fuck! Why on earth was I even interested in knowing about her?

Glancing at the rear view mirror, I saw Leonardo shifting in his seat, his large hand gripping the girl's blonde locks as her head moved up and down on his dick. She almost choked every time he pushed her head down onto his large member. The sound of her choking with his grunts filled the car.

Regardless of how familiar such scenes were to me, whether it was Max or Leo, I couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, our eyes locked in the mirror, and I quickly averted my gaze.

Damn it! Now both of them had noticed me staring at them. This was beyond embarrassing.

Shit!Shit!Shit!

Seeing something you like, Puppet? Do you wish to be the one sucking my dick? Leonardo chuckled throatily, his hands pushing the blonde to take him deeper. He threw his head back, a few strands of his black hair falling over his gorgeous face, as he dryly licked his lips.

Clearly, he was enjoying it.

Leo, can't we just start now? I stammered, trying to sound indifferent as I secured my seatbelt.

I hated to admit it, but both twins had god-like features, which starkly contrasted their devilish behavior. Being identical, all of their features were the same but even from a mile away I could tell which one was the two-minute older one and which one was the younger, or I could Leo.

Sharp noses, plump and attractive lips, chiseled jawlines, thick mass of dark hair, eyes darker than coal, and incredibly well-built physiques that could take away anyone’s breath just from one glance—they were indeed the dream of every woman in the pack.

But for me, they were nightmares, ones that haunted me even in broad daylight.

Why? Max's thick voice cut through as he looked at me. Your mother has been whoring around for our father, so why do you think it's unfair to make you do the same for us?

Here it was again...

Their torment.

I am not like my mother, Max, and I'll never be whoring around for anybody, I retorted, my jaw clenched despite the gnawing fear, So, don't cross the—

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand clamped around my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His tight grip felt like it could shatter my jaw.

And….Who the fuck do you think you are to command me? He glared at me, fury in his eyes, his warm breath on my face. He was too close... I've warned you to stay in your lane before, haven't I? He asked through gritted teeth. Do I need to remind you of your place?

God, this was terrifying.

I believe we should, Max, Leo grunted from behind. He pushed the blonde woman out of the car, and zipped up his pants, and his eyes were now fixed on me, which I desperately wanted to avoid. Come to the backseat, right now.

Leo, I—

Do you think you have a choice, Maya? Max asked, raising an eyebrow. You're just a slave, nothing more. And What are slaves meant to do? His grip only tightened, and a pained hiss escaped my lips.

I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to let them control me like this all the time, but... what choice did I have?

Leonardo's voice cut through my internal struggle, coming from behind, I think he's asking you something, Puppet. You better answer him if you don't want to worsen your situation further.

Tears welled in my eyes as I finally confessed, They... obey.

A sinister smirk crept across the corner of Maximus's lips. Good, so get in the back seat, right now.

Chapter 3 Sin Of A Mistress’s Daughter

Maya

My mother had become the Luna of Blackthorn but had never truly been treated as one and I’d promised myself from that very moment that I’d never be like my mother. I'd witnessed what she's done and what she's gained—everything except for respect.

But, still, fate…it was just so fucking cruel to me….

The moment I slinked into the backseat, Leonardo's fingers clenched around my throat, slamming me against the now-closed window of their Jeep. The brutal jolt sent shock waves through my body, and before I could regain my composure or ease the pain that coursed through my back, his face loomed over mine.

Oh Maya, such a fragile little thing, aren't you? He asked, dryly running his tongue over his bottom lip as his hand ventured up my thigh, squeezing it with a force that wrenched a helpless whimper from my lips.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart hammering in my chest. By now, Maximus had ignited the car's engine and begun the drive to college. For them, tormenting me was as casual as puffing on cigarettes, just like he was doing now.

They were at it again, orchestrating this psychological torture to make me loathe myself.

How is it that a whole year hasn't been enough for you to understand that you're nothing but a slave in this pack? Leo's fingers around my throat grew tighter. His sinister smile faded, replaced by a look that oozed pure loathing, Even a maid holds more importance in this pack than you do, Puppet... That's how low you're considered. What did you even expect when you first joined this pack?

You know, Pigeon, Max chimed in, casually puffing on his cigarette and exhaling the smoke, the acrid scent stinging my nostrils as he glanced back, driving with one hand, There's something called the circle of life. An Alpha's sons become Alphas, Luna's daughter becomes Luna, a slave's child remains a slave, and a Mistress's daughter... a fucking mistress. The same fate, just a plaything to use and discard. And you, you fit squarely into that category. There's nothing you can do to escape that reality.

They were doing it again. All of it just to make me feel disgusted with myself.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I will never be like my mother.

Just because my mother decided to ruin their family, did that mean I had to pay for her sins? What had I done to deserve all of this?

So you're crying now? Leo laughed, pulling away ever so slightly as if savoring the sight.

God, you and your mother sure know how to put on a scene. I suppose she taught you how to lure men, too... I mean, she must have, given how much she loves you. She probably wants you to ensnare some wealthy Alpha and fuck up their family, just like she did, Max chuckled.

My mother loves me? I wanted to laugh at that. They believed I was a princess in her eyes, adored from her very core, but in reality, she couldn't care less about giving two flying fucks about me. Still, there was no point in revealing that truth to them. What good would it do? Make them treat me better? I doubted it, for their hatred for me knew no bounds, and no matter the circumstances, they'd never stop despising me.

I didn't ruin your family. I didn't want any of this. I didn't even want to join this pack or live in your luxurious house. I wanted none of it, but I had to, even against my will, I was dragged here. Just because my mother did something terrible to you and your family doesn't mean you have to label me a Mistress as well. I didn't tell her to have an affair with your father, I managed to speak up, stifling my sobs as I did.

Still, it doesn't entirely rule out that you're not like her, Maya... Leonardo continued, his hand now lifting my top to expose my flat stomach as he traced his fingers over my skin, sending a sudden, unwelcome sensation coursing through my body.

This was so wrong...

I had saved everything for my mate, and I couldn't let these two men take that away from me.

I tried to stop him, but as he released his grip on my throat, he swiftly seized both of my hands, pinning them above my head. God has given you a beautiful body. You could easily put it up for sale just like her, and there'd be plenty of men wanting nothing but their cock in your cunt. I wonder, how are you still a virgin despite being Morgana's daughter? Did you promise it to someone for a mere two or three million dollars?

God! The way he spoke... I wish I could put into words..how much it hurt.

I'm a virgin because I choose to keep myself whole for the one I'm destined for. It's my choice, I replied, struggling to hold back tears. I didn't want to cry but…They held so much power over me, and I could never quite reach or grasp it. They were the future leaders, and I was just the daughter of the mistress, Respect is the only thing I desire in my life, not some wealthy Alpha willing to cheat on his Luna just for me, an Alpha who wouldn't care about how his Luna feels or what steps she might take.

His pupils thinned at the last part, and this was when I knew....things were about to go south.

Shit! I shouldn't have....

I should have never mentioned their mother; I knew it was a sore spot, one that