Claimed by My Ex's Half-Brother-Chapter 10 It was Damien

Author’s POV

"You dare touch me? My brother won’t let you get away with this! You worthless bitch! You deserve to be abandoned, and you’ll regret this!" Sophie Smith shrieked, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch.

The more Sophie screamed, the more Victoria Lancaster’s resolve hardened. Her wolf, Nora, growled with satisfaction beneath her skin.

Initially, Victoria had considered showing mercy—after all, they were all women. But then she remembered how Sophie had attempted to strip her in public without a second thought. The girl hadn’t planned to show Victoria an ounce of dignity.

This humiliation was entirely of their own making.

Sophie and Scarlett were unceremoniously escorted out of the mall with their clothes partially removed. At the last moment, however, Victoria handed two coats to the manager, instructing him to toss them over the women once they were outside—a small mercy that neither truly deserved.

Neither Sophie nor Scarlett had ever experienced such profound public humiliation. Worse still, onlookers had gathered, some even taking photos of their disgrace.

"Stop photographing us! Stop it right now!" Sophie cried, clutching the coat around her body.

Scarlett could only hide her face in shame. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly embarrassed. She silently vowed to sue the mall. How dare they follow Victoria’s commands like obedient dogs? What power did that woman truly hold?

Nearby, whispers rippled through the growing crowd.

"Isn’t that Scarlett Sutton, the Black Snake Pack beta’s daughter?" one voice murmured.

"I think it is! She’s quite the social media darling with all that family money. How did she end up getting thrown out of a mall like this?"

The murmurs grew, and photos of Scarlett and Sophie in their humiliated state spread across social media like wildfire. Even as they fled the scene, the damage was already done. The incident had exploded online.

[I heard Scarlett Sutton caused a scene at a boutique, tried to forcibly strip another woman’s dress off, and got thrown out by security.]

[That can’t be true, why would someone of her status do something so petty?]

[You all know about her recent marriage, right? That whole "three-year romance" was complete BS! She was the other woman for three years, destroying a five-year relationship!]

[With all that money, why become a homewrecker? Is this Ethan guy really that attractive?]

The online discourse snowballed rapidly. Hashtags like #ScarlettSuttonHomewrecker and #ScarlettDestroyedTheirRelationship shot to the top trending topics.

Just days earlier, Scarlett had proudly posted pictures of her marriage certificate to widespread congratulations. Now, those same people were condemning her with equal fervor.

The scandal didn’t stop with Scarlett. Ethan Sterling’s past was being dredged up as well. #EthanSterlingIllegitimateSon and #EthanSterlingCheater dominated social media, with users hurling increasingly vicious comments.

The Northstream Pack’s dirty laundry was being aired for all to see, causing their company stocks to plummet dramatically. Lawrence Sterling, Ethan’s father and the current Alpha of the Northstream Pack, had summoned his son for a blistering reprimand that could be heard throughout their territory.

Victoria’s POV

Meanwhile, back in the mall, Grace and I continued shopping。

"Let’s forget this dress," Grace declared. "It’s bad luck now that Scarlett laid eyes on it. We’re taking it off the shelf!"

She instructed the staff to remove the entire collection, then selected numerous other outfits for me to try.

"I think we have enough already," I protested, eyeing the growing pile.

"Nonsense! These will look amazing on you," Grace insisted. "From now on, you’ll dress like this every day and look absolutely stunning!"

Once she finished her selections, she had everything packaged except for the form-fitting mini dress I was currently wearing—an elegant yet revealing number that accentuated every curve.

I started toward the fitting room to change, but Grace stopped me. "Keep it on! It looks perfect!"

"But isn’t it too revealing?" I asked uncertainly. The dress barely reached mid-thigh, and the spaghetti straps were so delicate they might as well have been strapless. "It’s not appropriate for public."

"Nothing inappropriate about it," Grace countered. "I’ll pair it with a trench coat and some killer heels."

As a fashion designer, Grace had an impeccable eye. When I looked in the mirror after she finished styling me, I barely recognized myself. My natural elegance had transformed into something regal—I looked like a queen.

Grace linked her arm through mine. "Now I just need to do your makeup. You’ll be the most gorgeous woman in the room tonight!"

"Tonight?" I asked, confused. "Do we have plans?"

"Don’t tell me you forgot! Remember I mentioned introducing you to those male models? They’re all free tonight, and sister, we are going out to have some fun!"

Truthfully, I had little interest in male models—or any men, for that matter. After what I’d been through, reviewing contracts and financial statements seemed more appealing than male company.

"You just don’t know what you’re missing," Grace teased. "The experience can be quite... magnificent. Who knows? You might fall head over heels!"

I remained silent, my mind unexpectedly drifting to that night with Damien. The memory of our passionate encounter, the exquisite sensation of reaching that peak together, made my skin flush hot.

Grace noticed immediately. "Victoria, why are you blushing? Did you already hook up with someone?"

"There was... an incident," I admitted vaguely.

"Please tell me it wasn’t Ethan," she pressed.

"No, it was Damien," I confessed straightforwardly.

"Well, thank the Moon Goddess it wasn’t Ethan," Grace sighed with relief.

A moment later, her eyes widened with realization. "Wait—Damien? As in Ethan’s older brother Damien? Victoria Lancaster! You slept with your ex’s brother?" Her face broke into a delighted grin. "I’m impressed!"

"It was just a one-time thing," I explained. "We have no relationship, and the next time we meet, we’ll be like strangers."

I hadn’t dwelt much on that night. We were both adults; it didn’t require overthinking.

"So how was he?" Grace leaned closer, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I’ve heard he’s incredibly handsome. How was his... performance?"

I struggled to find an appropriate response. "It was... fine, I guess..."

"Just fine? That’s disappointing. Still, sleeping with someone that gorgeous isn’t exactly hardship." She tugged my arm. "Don’t worry. If Damien couldn’t satisfy you, I’ll make sure you have a much better experience tonight!"

Night had fallen, and the city’s adult playground came alive. The exclusive club we were headed to was the most prestigious in the capital, frequented by the wealthy and famous, known for its exceptional privacy.

Upstairs in a private room, a man in an impeccable suit sat with casual elegance, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His mere presence seemed to make the air around him still, as if the atmosphere itself acknowledged his dominance.

Felix Morgan broke the silence first. "Come on, Damien. We finally get together, and it’s just us guys? It’s a bit dull, don’t you think? Women are meant to liven things up. Otherwise, this gathering is bound to get awkward."