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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

I carried the cat upstairs, and when I reached the door of my room, I casually dropped Jinbang onto the floor.

"Sleep outside," I said, and the cat entered the room indifferently.

I had to continue working on my homework. I turned the pen between my fingers and gazed at the test paper. The pen slid around my fingertips, and just then, my phone on the desk vibrated.

I pulled the corner of my lips slightly but didn't bother to read the full messages. I locked the screen and tossed the phone onto the desk.

I tapped my fingers on the tabletop, creating a rhythmic beat: tap, tap, tap, one sound overlapping the next.

My thoughts went back to the afternoon.

After Cecilia had rejected Bruno's well-intentioned offer, he stood still, looking at the paper in his hand. he slowly closed his five fingers, pinching a soft corner of the paper to wipe away imaginary sweat on my forehead.

chapter135-I was nothing