Warning ️ This story contains mature scenes. 
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Strictly 18!!!


Thalia's life is a chaotic turn when her parents' decree, forces her into a  gothic mansion, a gilded cage she's now meant to call home.
But this Mansion is far from empty; it's shared with four enigmatic stepbrothers. 
Their presence is an undeniable force, filling the opulent halls with a dangerous magnetism. 
With their intense golden eyes and an unnerving primal aura, they command attention, hinting at secrets far deeper than mere wealth.
Few days in, global announcement shatters any illusion of normalcy: THE LUNAR SURGE – a rare cosmic event driving "sensitive populations" to violent madness with no known cure. 
Thalia's blood runs cold as she realizes her unwelcomed new family are the very monsters the world fears. And she's forced to live among them, harboring a terrifying secret of her own and experiencing the madness.
As the Surge intensifies, Thalia's nights become a disquieting blur. Unexplained sensations and disturbing intimacy leave her questioning the boundaries of her own body, and disconcerting encounters with the brothers push her further into a confusing realm where fear and forbidden attraction dangerously intertwine.
Trapped with men slowly succumbing to a primal madness, Thalia must navigate the growing darkness in their golden eyes. 
But what if the greatest danger isn't the beasts they become, but the unsettling desires sparking within her own guarded heart?

Bound To My Four Step Brothers 

Unwanted gaze 

Thalia's POV
My head was still spinning. Not just from the tequila, but from the shock of Blaze's fist connecting with that guy's face. And then being slung over Blaze's shoulder like a bag of salt, tossed into the car like trash. The drive was a blur of flashing lights and my own simmering rage.
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Thalia's POV

My head was still spinning. Not just from the tequila, but from the shock of Blaze's fist connecting with that guy's face. And then being slung over Blaze's shoulder like a bag of salt, tossed into the car like trash. The drive was a blur of flashing lights and my own simmering rage.

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The real lesson