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 17 - The Price of Trespass: A Stolen Kiss, A Dark Claim


"I'm leaving," I said, clutching the journal to my chest like a shield. "You can't keep me here now that I know the truth."


Sterling's eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he took another step toward me. The space between us shrank, his massive frame blocking any path to the door.


"Is that so?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft.


My heart hammered against my ribcage. I'd never seen him look at me quite this way before—like a dam had broken, releasing years of carefully contained hunger.


"Yes," I insisted, though my voice betrayed me with a slight tremor. "This isn't normal, Sterling. These—" I gestured at the scattered items from his box—my stolen hairbrush, missing underwear, childhood toys—"this is obsession. It's sick."


He chuckled, the sound sending ice down my spine. "Sick? No, Aurora. This is devotion."
