Aria’s POV

I spun around. Kai Steel stood beside a sleek black motorcycle, helmet in hand. He was the fourth brother—quieter than the others, with dark hair that fell over his eyes and an intense, brooding presence that made my pulse quicken for reasons I didn't want to examine.

Unlike his brothers at breakfast, he wasn't glaring at me with open hostility. His expression was... neutral. Almost sympathetic.

Maybe he's different. Maybe not all of them hate me.

I—" My voice came out shaky. "I don't want to be a problem.

You'll miss first period if you wait for the bus." He held out a spare helmet. "Come on. I don't bite.

Relief flooded through me so intensely my knees felt weak. "Thank you. Really, thank you so much."

I took the helmet with trembling hands and put it on, fumbling with the strap. Kai watched me struggle for a moment before reaching over to help, his fingers brushing my jaw as he secured it.

That touch—barely anything—sent a jolt of electricity through me. My breath caught. His scent hit me then: leather and something darker, smoky and masculine. Different from Reed's but just as intoxicating.

No. Not again. Not with another one.

But my body didn't listen. Heat pooled low in my belly, that same ache from last night flaring back to life. My nipples tightened against my bra, and I was grateful for the thick hoodie hiding my body's betrayal.

Kai's eyes met mine for just a second—dark, unreadable—before he turned and straddled the motorcycle.

Get on," he said simply.

I moved toward the bike, my heart hammering. This close to him, his scent was overwhelming. I could feel the heat radiating off his body even through his leather jacket. When I climbed on behind him, settling onto the seat, every nerve ending came alive with awareness.

Where do I put my hands?

Hold on," Kai said, his voice rougher than before.

I hesitantly placed my hands on his waist, and even through the leather, I could feel the solid muscle beneath. My thighs pressed against his, and that persistent ache between my legs intensified into something almost painful.

This is so wrong. He's my stepbrother. They all are.

But my body didn't care about that. It only cared about the proximity, the warmth, the solid male presence that made every cell in me scream for more.

Kai revved the engine—and suddenly jerked the motorcycle forward.

I wasn't ready. My hands slipped from his waist and I fell backward, landing hard on the driveway. Pain exploded through my tailbone and up my spine. The helmet cracked against the pavement.

What—" I gasped, breathless from the impact.

Kai looked back at me over his shoulder, and the sympathy was gone. In its place was cold amusement—the same cruel expression his brothers wore.

Did you really think I was being nice?" He killed the engine for a moment, just so I could hear him clearly. "You're pathetic. Desperate enough to climb on behind any guy who shows you a scrap of attention.

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "You offered—"

I know what I did." He started the engine again, that mocking smile still on his lips. "Consider it a lesson, step-sister. We're not your friends. We're not your family. And we're sure as hell not going to help you.

He peeled out, leaving me sitting on the cold ground, my body aching in all the wrong ways—bruised from the fall, but still burning with that shameful arousal from being so close to him.

Why do they hate me so much? And why does my body still want them even after this?

I limped to the bus stop, my pride as bruised as my tailbone, my hoodie doing nothing to hide the tears that finally spilled down my cheeks.

Aria! Oh my God, there you are!

Maya grabbed my arm the moment I walked through the school doors. Her excitement was infectious, even though I felt like crawling into a hole.

Maya, not now—

Yes, now! This is important!" She pulled me aside, her eyes sparkling. "I heard something about Zane Parker.

My heart skipped. "What about him?"

He likes bold girls. Like, really bold girls who aren't afraid to tell him what they want." Maya waggled her eyebrows. "Apparently, he's into girls who can match his… energy. You know what I mean?

Heat rushed to my face. "Maya!"

I'm serious! This is your chance, Aria. You've been crushing on him forever. Just go talk to him!

I thought about the ache that still pulsed inside me, the need that hadn't gone away even after last night. Maybe Maya was right. Maybe someone like Zane could help me.

Maybe he could make this feeling go away.

Okay," I heard myself say. "I'll do it.

By lunch, I'd psyched myself up a hundred times and chickened out ninety-nine. But Maya kept pushing me forward until I stood in front of Zane's usual table.

He sat surrounded by his hockey team and half the cheerleading squad. Everyone looked up as I approached.

Don't think. Just do it.

Zane," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced up, those gorgeous eyes finding mine. "Yeah?"

My mouth went dry. People were staring. I could feel dozens of eyes on me.

Bold. He likes bold.

I need to talk to you," I managed.

So talk." He leaned back in his chair, looking amused.

My heart hammered so hard I thought everyone could hear it. The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

I want to have sex with you.

The cafeteria went silent.

Zane's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

Oh God. Oh God, what did I just say?

But I'd started, and I couldn't stop now. "I'm so wet and I need someone like you to be with me. You're experienced and I thought maybe—"

Zane started laughing. Not a small chuckle, but a full, loud laugh that echoed through the cafeteria.

Wait, let me get this straight," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You—Aria whatever-your-name-is—want to have sex with me because your pussy is wet?

Laughter erupted around us. My face burned.

I don't do Omegas, sweetheart," he continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "Especially inexperienced ones who probably don't even know what they're asking for. You're bold, I'll give you that. But bold and desperate aren't the same thing.

She really said that?" someone whispered behind me.

Can you believe her?

So pathetic.

The laughter grew louder. Phones came out, recording my humiliation.

Thanks for the entertainment though," Zane called after me as I turned to run. "That was the best laugh I've had all week!

I ran through the cafeteria, past the pointing fingers and cruel smiles, out into the hallway. Maya's voice called after me, but I didn't stop.

What have I done?

I'd never felt so small, so stupid, so utterly worthless.

ARIA’s POV

I sat in the corner of the empty hallway, my knees pulled to my chest. The laughter still echoed in my ears. Zane's mocking voice. The phones recording everything. The way everyone had looked at me like I was a joke.

How could I have been so stupid?

And Reed had been there. Sitting two tables away with his brothers, watching the whole thing. By now, they all knew. They probably thought I was even more pathetic than before.

Well, well, well. Look what we have here.

I looked up to see Bianca Sterling towering over me, her perfect blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her friends flanked her like vultures.

Before I could move, she grabbed my hair and yanked me to my feet. Pain shot through my scalp.

You disgusting bitch!" she snarled. "You actually thought you could have my man?

Let go of me!" I tried to pry her fingers away, but her grip was iron.

Zane is mine, you freak! How dare you even think about sleeping with him?

I didn't sleep with him!" The words burst out. "Not yet anyway.

Did I really just say that?

Bianca's eyes flashed with rage. "Not yet? You think you'll ever get the chance?"

She shoved me against the lockers. My back hit metal with a painful thud.

Let me tell you something, Omega," she hissed, her face inches from mine. "I already slept with Zane. Last weekend, actually. And he was incredible. Best night of my life.

Each word was designed to hurt, and it worked. Jealousy and humiliation burned through me.

He knows exactly what to do with his hands, his mouth, his—" She smiled cruelly. "But you'll never know, will you? Because you're not worthy. You're not experienced. You're just a pathetic freak who plays with herself in her room.

My blood ran cold. "What did you just say?"

Oh, did you think I forgot?" Bianca laughed. "I found your little diary last year, remember? All those dirty thoughts you write down. All those toys you use because no one wants to touch you.

No. No, no, no.

Stay away from Zane Parker," she warned, her voice dropping low. "Or I'll make sure the whole school knows your disgusting secret. Imagine everyone knowing what a desperate little slut you really are.

She pushed me to the ground. I landed hard on my knees as she walked away, her laughter echoing down the hall.

But as I stood up, brushing off my jeans, something changed inside me. Instead of feeling defeated, I felt angry.

I'll show her. I'll show all of them.

I would sleep with Zane Parker. I would make him want me so badly he'd beg for more. And then I'd walk away, leaving him just as humiliated as he'd left me.

I managed to avoid everyone when I got home. The Steel villa was big enough that I could slip upstairs unnoticed. Or so I thought.

In my room, I locked the door and collapsed on the bed. My mind raced with plans. How could I make Zane notice me? How could I make him crave me?

Maybe if I learned more about sex. Maybe if I practiced...

I reached under my bed for the small box I'd hidden there. My cheeks burned as I pulled out the toys I'd collected over the past year—the vibrator, the dildo I'd been too nervous to actually use.

I lay back on the bed, my heart pounding. Maybe if I understood my own body better, I could—

The door opened.

What the—" I scrambled up, clutching a pillow to hide what I'd been holding. "The door was locked!

Reed stood in the doorway, holding a master key. His dark eyes swept over the scene—me on the bed, the toys scattered around me, my flushed face.

Get out!" I shouted, mortification washing over me.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "I came to check on something in here. Didn't expect to find... this."

Just leave, please!" I begged, trying to shove everything back in the box.

But Reed walked closer, his gaze intense. "I was at lunch today. Saw your little confession to Zane."

I wanted to disappear. "Don't—"

Do you really want to sleep with him?" Reed asked bluntly.

The question hung in the air. I couldn't meet his eyes.

That's none of your business," I whispered.

You're doing it all wrong, you know." He gestured at the toys. "If you're trying to learn about sex, this isn't going to help you seduce anyone.

My face burned hotter. "I know what I'm doing."

Do you?" He moved closer, standing at the edge of my bed. "Because from what I saw today, you know nothing about seduction. Nothing about what actually makes a man want you.

Stop it," I breathed, but my body was already responding to his proximity. That same heat from last night was building again.

It's more exciting than you think," Reed said, his voice dropping lower. "Real sex. Real pleasure. Nothing like what you're doing to yourself alone in this room.

He leaned over me, his hands bracing on either side of my body. I fell back against the pillows, trapped.

What are you doing?" I whispered.

Giving you an option." His lips brushed my ear. "I could teach you. Give you a proper sex education. That way, when you go after Zane, you'll actually know what you're doing.

Why would you—

His mouth cut off my question, claiming mine in a kiss that made my whole body ignite. His hand slid up my thigh, fingers tracing patterns that made me gasp.

Don't refuse," he murmured against my lips. "I can teach you everything. How to touch, how to move, how to make a man lose his mind wanting you.

His hands roamed over my curves, exploring every dip and swell. I knew I should push him away, but my body arched into his touch instead.

This is crazy," I panted.

Is it?" His thumb brushed over my nipple through my shirt, and I moaned. "Or is it exactly what you need?

I should say no. This is wrong. He's my stepbrother. He hates me.

But when his hand slipped under my shirt, touching bare skin, all my protests died.

We could make a deal," Reed whispered, his fingers trailing lower. "I teach you everything. You get Zane Parker. Everyone wins.

I... I..." I couldn't think straight with his hands on me like this.

Say yes, Aria." His mouth found my neck, sucking gently. "Let me show you what real pleasure feels like.

My mouth opened to answer, but then I heard it—the door opening again.

I turned my head and froze.

Cole and Jasper stood in the doorway, their eyes dark with the same hunger I saw in Reed's.

Looks like we're just in time," Cole said, closing the door behind them.

What—" I tried to sit up, but Reed held me down.

Relax," Jasper purred, moving to the other side of the bed. "You wanted to learn about sex, didn't you? Consider this... an advanced lesson.

My heart hammered wildly as all four brothers surrounded me, their hands reaching out, their eyes promising things I didn't understand but desperately craved.

What have I gotten myself into?

ARIA’s POV

I stared at the four brothers surrounding my bed, my mind racing. This wasn't what I'd agreed to. I'd made a deal with Reed—just Reed. Not all of them.

How long were they listening?

Heat flooded my face as I realized they'd probably heard everything. My desperation to learn about sex. My plan to seduce Zane. All of it.

What are you trying to do?" I demanded, pushing Reed's hands off me and scrambling to sit up. "I made a deal with one person, not four!

The humiliation crashed over me in waves. Bad enough that Reed had caught me with my toys, but now his brothers knew too. They probably thought I was some kind of desperate freak—just like Bianca said.

The deal is off," I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest. "You're all just trying to mess with me. I won't fall for it.

Reed's expression darkened. "Off? You think you can just walk away?"

Watch me." I moved to get off the bed, but Jasper blocked my path.

And then what?" Cole asked, his voice taking on a possessive edge that made my skin prickle. "You'll find someone else to teach you? Some other guy to put his hands on you?

The thought hadn't even crossed my mind, but the way they all tensed at the suggestion sent a strange thrill through me.

That's none of your business," I shot back, lifting my chin defiantly.

But inside, my heart pounded wildly. The air in the room felt thick, charged with something dangerous and intoxicating. All four of them watched me with an intensity that made my thighs clench together.

Reed's face softened slightly, and he exchanged glances with his brothers. When he looked back at me, something had shifted in his expression.

You're right," he said quietly. "We haven't exactly been welcoming to you.

That's putting it mildly," I muttered, remembering every cruel word they'd thrown at me.

But we're the best option you have," Jasper added, sitting on the edge of my bed. "We know exactly what girls like. What makes them fall apart with pleasure.

My breath caught at his words, spoken so casually but loaded with promise.

Why would I believe you?" I asked, even as my body betrayed me with its response to their presence. "You've done nothing but humiliate me since I got here. And today at lunch, when Zane rejected me—Reed, you were there. You saw everything.

Guilt flickered across Reed's face. "I know."

So how can I trust that you're not just planning some elaborate way to embarrass me further?" The words came out shakier than I intended.

Cole moved closer, and I caught the scent of his cologne—dark and masculine. "Because we want something from you too."

I blinked in surprise. "What could you possibly want from me?"

Tutoring," Reed said simply. "We're all failing different classes. Our father's threatening to pull us from the hockey team if our grades don't improve.

You want me to tutor you?" I couldn't hide my disbelief. "You're joking.

Do we look like we're joking?" Jasper's voice was serious. "You're top of your class in almost everything. We need your help.

It was too convenient. Too perfect. My mind screamed that this was some kind of trap.

They hate me. They called me pathetic, disgusting, a gold digger. Why would they suddenly want my help?

But then again, what choice did I have? I needed to learn how to seduce Zane, how to make him want me so badly it hurt. And despite everything, my body responded to these four like nothing I'd ever experienced.

I don't know," I said slowly, watching their faces. "This all seems very suspicious.

Think about it," Reed urged, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. The touch sent electricity through me. "We teach you everything you need to know. You help us pass our classes. Everyone benefits.

The logical part of my brain knew this was dangerous. These were the same guys who'd mocked me, who'd made it clear I wasn't welcome. But the way they looked at me now—like I was something precious and desired—made my resolve waver.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage. Play along and see what they're really planning.

Fine," I heard myself say. "But if this is some kind of game to humiliate me further, I'll make sure your father knows exactly why you're failing.

A slow smile spread across Cole's face. "Deal."

They left my room one by one, each giving me a look that promised things I didn't fully understand yet. When the door finally closed, I collapsed back on my bed, my whole body trembling.

What have I just agreed to?

But beneath the fear and uncertainty, determination burned bright. I grabbed my notebook from my nightstand and opened to a fresh page.

Operation: Ruin Zane Parker. I wrote at the top, the pen digging into the paper.

Step one: Learn everything. How to kiss. How to touch. How to make him beg.

Step two: Get him alone.

Step three: Seduce him. Use every lesson.

Step four: Make him scream my name.

Step five: Walk away. Let Bianca watch.

I started writing furiously, pouring out every thought, every plan.

I would learn everything the Steel brothers could teach me.

I would transform myself into someone irresistible.

And then I would make Zane Parker want me so desperately that rejection would destroy him the way his words had destroyed me.

And Bianca? She would watch her precious boyfriend fall apart over the "pathetic Omega" she'd threatened. The thought brought a dark satisfaction.

By the time I finished, I had pages of notes—strategies, timelines, goals. My sex drive problem would finally serve a purpose.

I'd use this constant arousal, this need that never seemed to fade, to bring Zane to his knees.

Then I'd walk away, leaving him as empty and humiliated as I'd felt in that cafeteria.

My throat was dry from all the scheming. I needed water, needed to clear my head. The house was quiet as I crept downstairs, hoping to avoid everyone.

The kitchen was dark except for the light over the stove. I grabbed a glass and filled it from the filtered water dispenser, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.

Couldn't sleep?

I jumped, nearly dropping the glass. Kai stood in the doorway, his hair messy like he'd just woken up. Unlike his brothers, he wore only low-hanging sweatpants, his chest bare and covered in lean muscle.

Just getting water," I mumbled, trying to move past him.

But he stepped into my path, and before I could react, his hands were on my waist, spinning me around and pinning me against the wall.

Kai, what—

Are you really that desperate for Zane Parker?" His voice was rough, demanding. His body pressed against mine, and I could feel every hard plane of muscle. "Is he really worth all this trouble?

My heart hammered against my ribs. This close, I could see the way his eyes darkened with desire, could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

Let me go," I whispered, but it came out weak, unconvincing.

I could give you a better deal," Kai murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "Forget my brothers. Forget Zane. I could show you things that would make you forget your own name.

His hips shifted against mine, and my eyes widened in shock. Through the thin fabric of his sweatpants, I could feel him—hard and thick, pressing against my stomach.

Oh God. He's aroused too.

I'd thought I was the only one feeling this insane attraction, this overwhelming need. But the evidence of his desire was unmistakable, growing harder with each passing second.

You feel that?" he growled. "That's what you do to me. What you do to all of us. So stop chasing after some asshole who doesn't deserve you and open your eyes to what's right in front of you.

His hand slid down my side, fingers digging into my hip possessively. My body responded instantly, heat pooling between my legs, my breathing becoming shallow and quick.

But panic cut through the arousal. This was too much, too fast, too intense.

I shoved him hard, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, and I bolted past him, running up the stairs as fast as my shaking legs would carry me.

Behind me, I heard him call my name, but I didn't stop until I was back in my room with the door locked.

I pressed my back against it, sliding down to the floor as my whole body trembled.

What is happening to me? To them?

Four brothers. Four impossibly attractive Alphas who claimed to hate me but looked at me like they wanted to devour me whole.

And Zane Parker, the object of my revenge, who didn't even know I existed beyond that humiliating moment in the cafeteria.

I was in way over my head, drowning in desire and confusion and a desperate need I couldn't control or understand.

But there was no turning back now.