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 35 - A Night of Vigil, A Morning of Rage


Panic clawed at my throat as Isolde's footsteps grew louder. I desperately tried to pull away again, but Kaelen's grip remained firm, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.


"Please," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Please let me go."


For a moment, his expression flickered—something almost like mercy crossing his features. Then he released me with a low growl.


"Under the counter," he ordered, tucking himself away with alarming speed. "Now."


I scrambled beneath the kitchen island just as Isolde rounded the corner. My hands trembled violently as I tried to wipe my face, my knees aching against the hard floor. Shame burned through me like acid.


"There you are," Isolde's voice rang out, bright and oblivious. "I've been looking all over for you."


"I was just getting a drink," Kaelen replied smoothly, as if he hadn't just been forcing me to my knees seconds earlier.
