Caught Between Two Alphas' sons

Just as I stepped out of the library, my phone rang, and it was Bran.

"Pack a few things. I'm coming to pick you up for dinner,"

"I'm not on campus. There's a registration for an academic exchange event, and they need the original of my award certificate. I'm heading home to get it," I replied, my fingers tightening around the phone.

Bran insisted on coming to fetch me, but I politely declined. As I hailed a cab to the pier, we remained on the cal.

From the moment I first saw Bran, I felt the pull.

And so, he pursued me relentlessly, while I played hard - to - get.

As I emerged from the pier, I spotted Bran immediately.

We intertwined our fingers and made our way to the sleek, black Bentley parked by the curb.

The moment we were inside the car, Bran yanked me into his arms.

His tongue forcefully parted my lips, delving deep and his hands roaming restlessly over my body.

The backseat of the Bentley became our intimate haven.

He pulled me onto his lap, his hold on me tightening. "Baby, I've waited far too long for this," he murmured against my lips.

His kisses trailed down my nec. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing my skin with a touch that was both urgent and tender.

I could feel the heat rising between us, the passion igniting like a wildfire.

He laid me down on the backseat as best he could, the soft leather providing a luxurious surface. This time, the kiss was even more ferocious, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, as if he was trying to claim every part of me.

Then Bran led me into a famous werewolf bar. The moment we entered, the pounding music assaulted our ears.

On the dance floor, werewolves were dancing wildly.

We walked into a private booth. Immediately, a chorus of voices filled the air. Bran! You're finally here!"

Well, well, look at your little mate. So delicate, like a porcelain doll just waiting to be broken. How do you manage to keep such a precious thing all to yourself?"

Bran's face darkened in an instant.

"Shut up!" Bran growled.

"I... I'm sorry, Bran. I had too much to drink."

A member quickly stepped in. "Cut it out! Apologize properly."

"I'm really sorry. " He downed the drink in one go.

Hours passed with laughter, drinking.

When we left, a row of flashy cars awaited.

The engines roared, and someone shouted, "Let's hit the road and have some real fun tonight!"

Bran sped down the road. The car screamed.

I sat beside him, my hand teasing.

He let out a growl - moan, yanking my head close.

"Suck it."

"Bran..." I whispered, and leaned in.

Suddenly, blaring horns shattered the moment.

I looked up. A Ferrari and a Maserati trailed us.

Windows rolled down.

The guy in the Maserati sneered, "Having fun, Bran? Didn't know you'd get distracted so easily."

Bran's