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Following the tragic deaths of Marilyn's mother and stepfather, she received an astonishing revelation that she had a younger half-brother named Lynn, residing hundreds of kilometers away within a different wolf pack. Despite being eighteen years old, Lynn had not yet undergone his first transformation into a wolf.
With the unfortunate demise of Lynn's grandparents, Marilyn, unrelated by blood, found herself appointed as his sole legal guardian, bearing the responsibility to care for his well-being.
The harsh realities of their impoverished existence had molded Lynn into a reticent and introspective individual. However, akin to the unwavering resilience of a young poplar tree, he grew into a poised and striking young man, fearlessly confronting life's challenges.
On the night when Marilyn brought him to her home, Lynn, who had shown no prior signs of undergoing the wolf shift, unexpectedly entered his awakening phase. Restless and uneasy, he stood in the living room, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he gazed at Marilyn, softly murmuring, "Sis……, I believe I may be running a fever."
This is a story about a little puppy transforming into a big wolf……

My youthful Alpha stepbrother

Lynn's broad shoulders and upright posture made him resemble a young and straight white poplar tree.


His powerful arm passed through the bend of my arm and rested across my delicate waist. I looked up at him, my slender shoulders leaning against his chest, like a vivid and intense climbing rose clinging in front of him.


I didn't quite catch what Lynn had just said, so I responded with a puzzled "Hmm?"


His thick lashes cast two thin shadows upon his eyes, as if a pair of black feathers had fluttered. The door lock quickly closed again, emitting a dull sound.


Lynn held the doorknob, took a half step forward, and his sneakers pressed against my legs, almost trapping me between him and the door.


Lynn's warm breath fell upon the top of my head, and he lowered his head to lightly touch my reddened ear tip, before his soft lips slowly glided over my shoulder. Bold yet restrained.


He lifted his head and gazed into my bright eyes, speaking softly, "You're drunk, sis-."


Chapter 28-tast