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 92 - Isolde's Miscalculated Advance


I stood in Seraphina's darkened bedroom, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as she slept. The moonlight streaming through the window cast silver shadows across her face, making her look almost ethereal. My body still hummed with the memory of being inside her, claiming her against that tree just hours ago.


Twice tonight. I'd taken her twice, and it still wasn't enough.


When I'd carried her drunk, half-conscious form back to her room, I'd intended just to put her to bed. But then she'd whispered my name in that needy way that drove me insane, and I'd lost control again.


Now she lay sprawled across her bed, her hair a wild tangle against the pillow, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts. Mine. As she should be.
