Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)

Third Person

The gym was already busy despite the early hour. The sound of running machines, clanking weights, and people breathing heavily filled the room. Some people were lifting weights while others jogged on the treadmills or stretched on the mats. A few stood by the mirrors, wiping sweat from their faces before getting back to their workouts. The air smelled faintly of sweat and freshener, while soft morning light streamed through the large windows.

On the other hand, there were two particular people sitting on a push bench. They wore simple shorts and jersey tops.

While everyone else was busy working out, Angel and Carlos were busy checking out boobs and butts, rating sizes and perfection.

"Ay, Dios mío! That woman’s titties just popped out!" Carlos said, pointing at a woman doing pull-ups.

He nudged Angel’s arm with his elbow, his eyes wide as the woman shifted her grip on the iron bar across the room.

"See? This is heaven, right? Better than having one person telling you that you can’t touch anyone," Angel said, smirking at the scene. She took a sip of her protein shake. "This is the type of cinema worth watching. I could never fall asleep watching this."

Angel leaned back against the leather padding of the bench, her legs stretched out as she wiped a tiny drop of chocolate protein from her bottom lip. The memory of April demanding total loyalty from her in the resort room flickered through her mind, but she quickly tossed it aside with a quiet scoff.

"Are you guys here to work out or check out girls?" Sabrina asked. She was sitting on a mat doing crunches.

Sabrina didn’t even pause her rhythm, her core flexing with each sharp breath as she glared at the two slacking off on the bench.

"Looking at them will make you lose more calories than a mere workout. You should join us Brina," Angel said.

She tapped the side of her shaker bottle, her crimson eyes scanning a brunette stretching nearby.

"You two are crazy."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, letting her head touch the blue foam mat for a second before lifting her shoulders right back up.

"Oh, now you’re the non-crazy one, huh?" Carlos said to his twin sister. "Just 15 minutes ago, you were checking out that busty girl in the corner."

He gestured toward the far wall where the squat racks were set up, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

"At least I was doing it in a coded way, unlike you two, who are making it so obvious. They know you’re looking at them," Sabrina said.

She sat up completely, crossing her legs on the mat and wiping her forehead with a small hand towel.

"That’s the sweetest part. They should know, and when we approach them, they’ll just give us their numbers. Easy as pie." Angel winked at one of the women whose eyes met hers. "Which one do you want, Carlos? Let’s begin the approach."

Angel set her bottle down on the floor, resting her hands on her knees as she prepared to stand up and hunt.

Carlos looked at his sister. She shook her head.

The silent communication passed between the Spanish twins in less than two seconds, a sudden quietness settling over Carlos’s face.

"None, I’m good...

Carlos’s tone was dry, completely lacking the usual eager bounce he always had whenever a pretty girl walked past.

"Huh?" Angel gasped. "You’re rejecting breakfast? Sabrina, if you don’t want to eat, at least let Carlos eat."

Angel’s jaw dropped slightly, her brow furrowing as she looked back and forth between the two of them.

She glared at her friend on the mat.

"We already had breakfast, and we’re pretty full," Sabrina said.

She stood up from her mat, smoothing down her fitted gym top without looking back at Angel.

"Yes, we’re full. No more until dinner."

Carlos nodded along, his gaze dropping to the rubber floor mats under his sneakers.

Angel looked stunned by what was coming out of her friends’ mouths. These were the same people who were never tired of getting girls’ numbers.

These were the same twins who spent every weekend competing over who could collect more contacts from the beach clubs, the ones who shared a wild harem lifestyle with zero shame or hesitation.

They haven’t seen each other in years but they know each other’s habits...

Which is supposed to be permanent.

She wondered who had fed them so much that they were suddenly full.

"How can you be full? You were just looking at that lady’s boobs," Angel said.

She pointed a finger across the gym floor, her tone filled with pure, utter confusion.

"We can look but not touch. There’s a difference," Carlos replied.

He shrugged his broad shoulders, his voice calm and completely unbothered by Angel’s sharp questioning.

"What did you guys eat that you don’t want them anymore?"

Angel pressed her hands against her thighs, leaning forward to inspect their expressions with sharp, suspicious eyes.

They didn’t say anything, but Angel read their faces.

Carlos rubbed the back of his neck, while Sabrina suddenly found the water fountain near the wall very interesting.

She knew exactly who the person was.

The quiet realization hit Angel like a cold bucket of water thrown straight at her head.

The bookstore girl.

Katie.

The loud, chaotic Omega who had been giggling with April in the hut yesterday, the one who had spent the last week flirting with the Spanish twins like it was a full-time job.

Now she was regretting giving them her number.

Angel ran a hand through her messy, wine-colored hair, letting out a sharp growl under her breath. If she had known those sharing numbers were going to tame two of the wildest Alphas, she would have never introduced them.

"Are you guys really that full?" Angel asked.

She stood up straight from the push bench, her tall height casting a shadow over the metal weights scattered around her feet.

"Yes, we are, Angel. Unlike you, we plan on settling down at some point, and Katie seems to be a better candidate," Sabrina said.

Sabrina walked over, picking up a pair of light hand weights and looking Angel dead in the eye with zero hesitation

Carlos continued.

"We wrote a list of what we want in an Omega, and she’s a good match. Before our business here ends, we’d like to ask her to be our girlfriend, permanently."

He spoke with genuine seriousness, his usual playful grin completely gone as he stepped toward the heavy dumbbell rack against the mirrored wall.

The heavy iron weight moved up and down in a steady, disciplined rhythm, his bicep flexing as he focused entirely on his set.

Angel couldn’t believe her eyes.

She stood frozen in the middle of the crowded gym, surrounded by the loud clanking of machines and the heavy breathing of strangers, staring at her friends like they had been replaced by alien clones.

How full were they that they didn’t want any other food?

She ran both hands through her hair, her mind spinning out of control. First, Abigail got married to an old man.... Now Carlos and Sabrina were talking about lists, commitments, and asking a single girl to be their partner. Everyone around her was losing their minds, voluntarily locking themselves into cages built by feelings and love. And worst of all, every single one of them was trying to drag her into the exact same trap with a plain, four-eyed girl named April.

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