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 sat across from Elara Thorne at Le Ciel, maintaining a practiced smile as she nervously twisted the stem of her wine glass. The candlelight caught the flecks of gold in her brown eyes—pretty enough, I supposed, but nothing compared to the vibrant green of Seraphina's.


"I still can't believe you wanted to have dinner with me," Elara said, her voice wavering slightly. "I mean, you're Kaelen Sterling."


I took a measured sip of scotch. "You're my sister's best friend. It's about time we got better acquainted, don't you think?"


Her cheeks flushed with pleasure. So predictable. So easy to manipulate.


"Seraphina talks about you all the time," she gushed.


That caught my attention. "Does she? What does she say?"


Elara hesitated, perhaps realizing she'd walked into exactly what I wanted. "Well, you know... sister stuff."


Chapter 65