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 8 - The Alpha's Decree and a Lover's Interrupted Vow


The drive home was a nightmare. I sat stiffly in the back seat of Sterling's sleek black Audi, as far pressed against the door as physically possible. My mind kept replaying his words, each syllable hammering into my consciousness.


*You're mine... You've always been mine...*


Sterling drove with practiced precision, occasionally catching my eye in the rearview mirror. Each time our gazes met, my breath caught painfully in my chest. How had I never seen it before? The possessiveness I'd attributed to overprotective brotherly instincts was something far darker, far more consuming.


"You're quiet," Sterling observed, his deep voice breaking the tense silence.


I stared out the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. "What do you expect me to say?"


"That you understand now." His tone was maddeningly calm. "That things finally make sense."
