My Triplet Hybrid Stepbrothers Want Me

~NYRA

Working as a stripper was the only way I could provide for my mother since we moved into Blood Hollow Pack.

Even if I had to keep it a secret from her.

"Nyra!" my boss's voice called from the doorway, snapping me out of my thoughts. "That was a great performance out there-they loved you, as always."

I exhaled sharply, pushing the guilt to the farthest part of my brain. "I'm glad they enjoyed it."

"You sure you won't take up the offer of entertaining those men privately?" he asked.

I gritted my teeth. It was hard enough doing this in the first place-there was no way I could take it to the next level.

"Arden, please, just pay me for my work," I cut him off.

The older man sighed and handed me a small bag of coins. "If you change your mind, I'm right here," he said, turning to walk away. "Be careful on your way home."

I released another breath and slipped the pouch of coins into my bag. I grabbed the pants and shirt I had worn earlier, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My silver eyes looked more intense beneath my short, dark wavy hair. The lacey catsuit I still had on deepened my guilt, and I hurriedly changed back into my normal clothes.

With that, I rushed out of the door, eager to escape Sin City Club as fast as possible. That was when someone appeared from the other end of the hallway and bumped into me.

"Gods! Watch where you're going, what's the fucking-"

I froze mid-outburst when I looked into his face and was met with eyes so green, they nearly made me lose my balance.

His eyes glowed under the dim hallway light, and his beauty stirred something deep inside me. I was suddenly speechless-I couldn't bring myself to speak.

It was as if his entire aura demanded power and dominance, and I couldn't resist it.

He took a step toward me, and I felt an involuntary shiver run down my spine as I backed away-until I hit the wall.

Everything about him felt evil and dangerous, yet enticing in a way that made my body tremble-screaming at me to run, while also begging me to stay and stare into those forest green eyes forever.

"How dare you raise your voice at me?" he asked, so calmly I could've sworn he didn't even move his lips.

My lips quivered, but not a single word escaped. I felt completely overpowered.

Suddenly, he stepped closer, and I felt the weight of his presence press down on me.

"You don't know what you're dealing with," he said quietly.

His aura grew darker, more dangerous, and I knew if I listened to the treacherous part of me begging to stay, I was going to die.

So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I drove my knee into his groin. He groaned, half in pain, half in surprise. I seized