Claimed By My Stepbrother's Obsession

"Sterling, what have you done?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "He was just asking for help!"



My stepbrother's eyes, usually a deep emerald green, now glowed with predatory amber as he shifted partially back from his wolf form. His breathing was heavy, primal.



"He was too close to you, Aurora. His scent was all over you." Sterling's voice was eerily calm as he wiped blood from his hands onto his dark jeans. "No man approaches what's mine."



Mine. That word made my skin crawl. I wasn't his. I was his stepsister, not his possession.