LOGIN“None of them are supposed to touch you Julia.”Silas whispers into my ears and I swallows. “You are ours!!” Sebastian grabs me from behind and I let out a soft moan of pleasure when he pushes into me. “You’re ours to mark, ours to own, ours to f*ck. To use and we do not fucking share Julia.” ******** When Julia moves in with her stepbrothers, she’s warned to behave. What no one warns her about is them. They bully her relentlessly—control where she goes, who she talks to, how she dresses. At school, they let others torment her with words and rumors, but the moment someone goes too far, the punishment is brutal. No one is allowed to touch her. Because she’s theirs. They humiliate her in private, invade her space, watch her like predators marking territory. The way they look at her makes her uneasy… and worse, makes her think things she shouldn’t. Julia doesn’t know they’re Alpha werewolves. She doesn’t know dominance is instinct, or that desire and possession are tangled together in their world. She only knows that the lines between hatred, control, and something dangerously forbidden are starting to blur. They call it protection. They call it discipline. But Julia is starting to realize the truth. She isn’t just being bullied. She’s being claimed in every way that matters.
View MoreCHAPTER 130JULIAThe new house smells like garlic and something burning.That's Sebastian's fault."It's not burning," he announces from the kitchen, to nobody who asked, in the specific tone of a man who knows it's burning and has committed to the position."It's burning," Silas says, from the living room, not looking up from his book."It's a little burning," I confirm, from the couch, also not looking up.The new house is on the east side of the city.We chose everything in this house.Every room, every piece of furniture, every decision made by people doing it freely, with no one managing the outcome. It still surprises me sometimes. The freedom of it.Steve has been dead for four months.He's gone. The things he built are being dismantled. The pack is restructuring around something that doesn't run on fear, which is taking time, which will keep taking time, which is work the twins are doing carefully and daily.It's not clean.It was never going to be clean, but it is, increment
CHAPTER 129SEBASTIANHe's gone.I stand over him, and I wait for something to arrive. Some feeling, some signal, some internal shift that marks the before and after of a thing this large. I've been living in the past my entire life. Twenty years of his house, his voice, his hand on every lever that mattered. Twenty years of the specific survival of being his son.The after should feel like something.It doesn't feel like anything yet.Just cold air. Just the street. Just the specific silence of an ending.Silas is beside me.Neither of us speaks.Julia makes a sound. I turn.She's still upright. Barely. Her shoulder was wrong, her face showing everything the night cost her, blood dried at her temple and her lip, her good arm wrapped around her ribs like she's holding herself in place.She's looking at me.I let her see me, all of it.She doesn't try to fix me.She just stays.Our mother is behind me.She's here.She's actually here.Her hand finds my arm.I look down at it. Her hand
CHAPTER 128SILASI smell her blood from the end of the street.She's on the ground.His knee on her back.Her cheek on the street and her hand flat against the concrete still pushing, still pushing, blood on her face and her shoulder wrong in the specific way I recognise from the first attack, and she is hurt, she is badly hurt, and the thing that moves through me in that moment is not rage.He dies tonight.Sebastian is already moving.He hits my father like a verdict.My father releases Julia.I go to my father's right.He's fast.I know how fast he is. I've known since I was fourteen, and I learned the specific futility of fighting him in his full strength, the ceiling of what I was and the gap between that ceiling and what he was. He used to demonstrate it deliberately. The specific cruelty of showing us our own limits while we were still growing into them.I'm not fourteen.I'm not at my ceiling."Silas." His voice. The warmth is completely absent now, stripped down to the real
CHAPTER 127JULIAThe moment arrives quietly.One second, Steve is turning toward the window, and his attention moves off me by three degrees, and something in my blood says:Now.I move.My elbow finds the side of his head before he's finished turning.The impact runs up my arm. He's solid, denser than he looks, the specific density of an alpha who has been what he is for twenty years, but the surprise of it, the fact that I moved first, that he was not positioned for me to move first, buys me the half second I need.I'm out of the car before he recovers.The street is empty.Of course it is.He chose this location. He chose this street. The deliberate emptiness of it is its own kind of message; we are somewhere he controls, somewhere he prepared, and for a half second I feel the shape of that close around me.Then he's out of the car.And I feel something else.He's fast.Faster than I expected, and I expected fast. He crosses the distance between us in a barely human movement, the
CHAPTER 82SILAS – POINT OF VIEW“Maybe hate is a strong word, but I do not like the thought of them.” She clarifies, which does nothing to help what I already think.“Because it’s unfair to carry so much power?” Seb asks her, and she nods.I know I should drop the topic, but she’s speaking from a
CHAPTER 70JULIA -- POINT OF VIEW“Do you need anything?” Sebastian asks me.I glance at him, “What?”“Rowan wants to make a stop at the grocery store. Do you need anything? We can make a stop there. We still have time.” He explains.I chew on my bottom lips, considering, then nod, “Alright.”I can
CHAPTER 59JULIA – POINT OF VIEWI don’t know what is happening.I woke up starved, hungry, horny, and so fucking needy. Maybe all my pent-up desires are finally bursting out of me. All my repressed needs, all my wants and my longings. Silas sleeping beside me must have awoken it in me, but as I lo
CHAPTER 58SILAS -- POINT OF VIEWI don’t sleep.I lay awake.The chances of an attack happening is next to none, but I’m paranoid. I have everything to lose. Julia is everything. Losing her will send me into a spiral.Would it be insane to admit that I’m still thinking about Franco’s words.“If yo






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