My Alpha Gave Me to His Brother, Now He Wants Me Back

My Alpha was obsessed—couldn't go a night without pinning me down, scent-marking every inch of my skin, growling that I belonged to him alone. Then she came back. Suddenly I was "revolting," a breeder he'd only kept for my body, not worth the dirt beneath her feet. He severed our bond and shoved me at his brother like garbage. Watched her destroy everything. Watched our pups get hurt and didn't even flinch. But the second his brother claimed me and sank his marking bite into my neck, he came crawling back, begging me to return.