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 9 - A Desperate Bargain, A Possessive Claim


The silence in the car was suffocating. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Sterling hadn't spoken a single word since we left the Oval Motel, but his anger filled the space between us like a physical presence.


I stole a glance at his profile. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. His knuckles were white against the black steering wheel. His eyes, usually a mesmerizing green, had darkened to something almost feral.


"Sterling," I whispered, unable to bear the silence any longer. "Please say something."


He didn't even look at me. "There's nothing to say."


"Talking?" His voice cut like ice. "Is that what you call plotting to run away with another man?"


My stomach dropped. He'd heard everything.
