Mated To My Twin Stepbrothers

Aurora's POV

The front door swung open before my mother could knock, and I found myself staring at the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

Then his eyes settled on me, and disgust twisted his perfect face.

Rain poured down behind us, soaking through my jacket, but I could not move.

He stood in the doorway, easily six foot four, with damp dark hair falling over his forehead and a jaw that looked permanently clenched. His cold grey eyes travelled over me, and the expression on his face made one thing painfully clear.

He didn't want me here.

My wolf stirred inside me, an unusual sensation that made my breath cease. She was always quiet, always dormant, but now she whimpered softly in recognition of something I did not understand.

His eyes raked over me slowly, starting from my wet sneakers to my rain-soaked hair, and then his expression hardened into something cruel.

"So this is her." It was not a question nor an accusation. The words cut through the sound of rain like a knife.

"Logan." A deeper voice came from behind him, warm and welcoming, everything his tone was not. A man appeared, older but just as striking, with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners.

Vincent Pierce. My new stepfather. He moved past Logan and pulled my mother into an embrace.

"Elena, you made it. Come in, come in, you must be freezing."

Logan stepped aside barely enough for us to enter, his jaw still tight.

"I will be in the east wing." He did not wait for a response before walking away, his footsteps echoing through the massive foyer.

My hands clenched at my sides as my wolf snarled inside me. I had never felt her react this way, never felt this kind of anger bubbling up without reason.

Vincent smiled apologetically as he took our wet coats. "Do not mind Logan. He is protective of pack territory. The adjustment period is always difficult."

I glanced up at the curved staircase and froze. Logan stood on the landing above us, arms crossed, his grey eyes locked directly on me.

He was not moving. He was not pretending he was not watching. He was making sure I knew he was.

The house tour passed in a blur. Vincent talked about the history of Shadowpine Pack, about the territory that stretched for miles, and how we would be safe here. I barely heard him.

My mind kept replaying the look on Logan's face, the way his scent had hit me when I walked past him, pine and oud, something that made my wolf pace restlessly.

American pack scents were sharper than what I was used to in Vancouver, more aggressive, more demanding. Even the house felt territorial, like every corner was marked and I was trespassing.

My new bedroom was massive, three times the size of my old one, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked dense forest.

My mother, Elena, followed me in and immediately started unpacking my suitcase, her hands moving too quickly, her chatter too nervous.

"This is a fresh start, Aurora. A good thing. You will see."

I turned on her. "You gave me five days, Mom. Five days to say goodbye to everything." My voice cracked despite my effort to keep it steady. Five days to leave my pack, my friends, my entire life in Vancouver."

She stopped folding my clothes and looked at me with those pleading eyes I had seen too much of lately. "Vincent's pack is powerful. We will be safe here. Protected."

"From what?" I stepped closer. "You keep saying we'll be safe here, but you won't tell me what we're running from."

Mom's hands stilled over the clothes in her suitcase.

For one moment, she looked frightened. Then she lowered her eyes and continued folding my shirts.

"Dinner is at seven. Wear something nice."

I stared at her. She hadn't answered my question.

She hadn't even tried. I walked out, heading to my room.

I stood alone in the too-big room, culture shock settling over me like a heavy blanket.

Everything here felt different, more dangerous. I reached into my bag and pulled out the small bottle of herbal supplements my mother had given me years ago.

I swallowed one without water, as I'd done countless times before, and waited for the restless energy inside me to settle.

Through the window, a movement caught my eye. A massive black wolf patrolled the forest perimeter, moving with grace through the trees. Even from this distance, even in wolf form, I knew instinctively it was Logan.

Dinner was worse than I imagined. The formal dining room felt cold despite the fireplace, dark wood, and high ceilings.

Vincent sat at the head of the table, my mother beside him looking happier than I had seen her in years. I sat across from an empty chair, picking at my salmon.

"So, Aurora," Vincent said warmly, "tell me about your studies. Elena mentioned you are transferring your credits to Shadowpine University?"

My Canadian accent slipped through as I answered, pronouncing "about" differently, adding "eh" at the end without thinking. I saw my mother wince slightly. Before Vincent could respond, footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Logan entered, fresh from another shower, apparently, his hair still damp, wearing a black shirt that made his grey eyes look almost silver.

He took the seat directly across from me without a word. His scent hit me immediately, pine and rain and Alpha dominance so strong it made my wolf whimper inside me.

I was horrified. My wolf never responded to anyone, never showed interest or submission or anything. But now she was reacting like he was something important, something necessary.

His jaw tightened. He noticed.

Vincent continued talking, oblivious to the tension crackling across the table. "Aurora is starting at Shadowpine University on Monday. Same campus as you and Lucas."

Vincent glanced at the empty chair beside Logan.

"Lucas had a pack patrol tonight. He should be back soon, though with Lucas, you never know." He smiled fondly. "My sons are very different. Logan handles security and enforcement. Lucas handles... Well, Lucas handles whatever catches his interest that day."

My mom laughed politely. Logan's expression remained stone cold.

"You will meet him soon enough," Vincent continued, looking at me. "You will all be under the same roof, after all. It will be good for the boys to have someone their age around."

Under the same roof. The words settled over me like a weight. I had not thought about that.

Logan's fork froze midair. His eyes locked on mine. "You are a college student?"

"Senior year," I managed. "I transferred my credits."

"How convenient." His tone dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with something darker. Silence fell over the table. My mother reached for her wine glass. Vincent cleared his throat.

I have had enough. "Is there a problem?"

Logan leaned forward, elbows on the table, grey eyes boring into mine.

"You tell me. Do weak wolves usually transfer into Alpha territories alone?"

My fingers tightened around my fork. My wolf surged against the inside of my chest; I was furious in a way I'd never experienced before.

For a split second, heat flooded my eyes. Logan stopped moving.

His fork hovered halfway to his mouth, and the cold indifference on his face disappeared.

His pupils widened. Why did he have that expression on his face?

"Logan." Vincent's voice cut through the silence. "Enough."

Logan lowered his fork slowly, his gaze still fixed on me.

Then he stood.

"I've lost my appetite."

He walked out without another word.

I stood at the window, shaking with anger and confusion. Why had my wolf reacted like that? What was wrong with me?

The movement below caught my eye. Logan stood in human form at the edge of the forest, leaning against a tree, looking directly up at my window.

Our eyes locked across the distance. He did not move. He did not look away. He just watched me with those cold grey eyes.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was from an unknown number.

I opened the message.

Stay out of my way, Canadian. You don't belong here.

My eyes narrowed. I glanced toward the forest, where Logan stood beneath the trees, his phone in his hand.

"How did he..."

Another message appeared.

And whatever the hell you are, I'll figure it out.

My fingers tightened around the phone.

Slowly, I raised my eyes to the window. My reflection stared back at me.

Except my eyes weren't their usual colour.

They were silver.

I stumbled away from the glass, my heart pounding.

What the hell was happening to me?

Outside, Logan finally lowered his phone and disappeared into the shadows.