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

I stood frozen at the top of the stairs, my hand gripping the railing so tightly my knuckles turned white. The scene below unfolded like a nightmare I couldn't wake from.


"With pleasure," Isolde purred, sliding off Kaelen's lap and onto her knees between his legs.


My heart hammered against my ribcage. I needed to leave, to turn around and run back to my room. But my feet refused to move, as if cemented to the floor.


Kaelen's eyes remained locked with mine as Isolde's manicured fingers worked at his belt buckle. His lips curved into that cruel, knowing smile that said everything: This was for me. This performance was specifically designed to hurt me.


"You're so eager tonight," he said loudly, his voice carrying clearly up the stairwell. His hands tangled in Isolde's perfectly styled blonde hair as she freed him from his pants.


Chapter 44