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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

Having heard about Karl's mischievous actions, my anxiety only grew. However, I managed to maintain a composed expression, seemingly unaffected, while listening to Teacher Joey's final remarks from the front of the classroom. I had an air of confidence that could intimidate anyone.


Karl couldn't help but mutter a few words in disbelief, still puzzled by my calm demeanor.


As soon as the dismissal bell rang, I , who had been sitting calmly, suddenly rushed to pack his things and sprinted out of the classroom. A gust of wind brushed past him, leaving Karl bewildered as he turned around, but I had disappeared from sight.


I hurried all the way to the school's garage, which covered a large area. Running at such a fast pace, I was left panting and drenched in sweat when I finally arrived at the somewhat secluded corner where Marilyn parked her white sports car. The car was motionless, like a dormant and sleeping leopard.


Chapter 36-garage