Serena_Moon

"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.

Claimed By My Stepbrother's Obsession

Chapter 94 - Flight of Fury, Drive of Desire


"What do you mean she's back?" I snarled into the phone, pacing my office like a caged animal. My grip tightened until the device creaked in protest.


Orion's voice remained steady despite delivering this bombshell. "She was spotted at JFK yesterday afternoon. Our security team confirmed it's definitely her."


"Fucking hell!" I slammed my fist into the wall, leaving a crater in the expensive plaster. Pain shot through my knuckles, but I barely felt it through the rage flooding my system.


Morgana. My half-sister. The woman who'd tried to destroy everything I'd built—who'd nearly succeeded in taking Seraphina from me three years ago.


"She's staying at the Waldorf. She's made no moves toward the pack territory yet, but..." Orion hesitated.


"She's been asking questions about Seraphina."
