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CHAPTER 178: Home?

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-02 08:32:08

I stared at him.

Home?

I wanted to laugh, maybe even choke on it, because the picture of “home” in my head wasn’t some glowing kingdom with red-haired strangers claiming blood ties.

It was me and my mom in our tiny apartment, the one-bedroom place that always smelled faintly of coffee and fabric softener. I remembered curling up in my little room with its chipped nightstand and creaky bed, the way she used to sit on the edge of it and run her hand through my hair.

Then, later, it was the mansion. The big house with polished floors, and expensive furniture that I never really felt safe in. I lived there, yes, but LIVED isn’t the same as HOME. It was like existing in a glass cage, being watched, trapped, weighed down by the tension in every wall and the secrets buried in every room.

But then there was the cabin. The cabin where Ethan carried me when I was too tired to stand, where I laughed and cried and broke down in his arms. The smell of pine, the sound of the fireplace. That—th
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  • Claimed By My Stepbrother    CHAPTER 178: Home?

    I stared at him. Home? I wanted to laugh, maybe even choke on it, because the picture of “home” in my head wasn’t some glowing kingdom with red-haired strangers claiming blood ties. It was me and my mom in our tiny apartment, the one-bedroom place that always smelled faintly of coffee and fabric softener. I remembered curling up in my little room with its chipped nightstand and creaky bed, the way she used to sit on the edge of it and run her hand through my hair. Then, later, it was the mansion. The big house with polished floors, and expensive furniture that I never really felt safe in. I lived there, yes, but LIVED isn’t the same as HOME. It was like existing in a glass cage, being watched, trapped, weighed down by the tension in every wall and the secrets buried in every room. But then there was the cabin. The cabin where Ethan carried me when I was too tired to stand, where I laughed and cried and broke down in his arms. The smell of pine, the sound of the fireplace. That—th

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    He smiled. A strange, almost wistful smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Then he did something I didn’t expect—he pressed both hands against his face, like he was trying to hold himself together. His shoulders shook once, and when he lowered his hands, that’s when I saw it. Tears. Actual tears shining in his eyes. And then he whispered, voice cracking in a way that shattered the air between us: “Goddess… you grew up to look just like your mother.” “Got her temper too,” he added with a soft chuckle. The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I blinked, hard, because what? My mouth moved before my brain even caught up. One word slipped out of me, shaky, small, like it had been hiding in my throat my whole life waiting for this exact moment. “Dad?” The silence that followed was suffocating. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the wetness blurred my vision. My cheeks burned hot, my chest squeezed so tight I thought I might stop breathing. My father. My father. Th

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    Sylthara. The word dropped into my ears like a stone into still water, and the ripples it caused inside me were nothing short of disorienting. Sylthara? What the hell was Sylthara? I rolled the name around in my head like maybe if I pressed hard enough it would spark some recognition—but no. Nothing. Not a single memory, not even a rumor. I shut my mouth, swallowing the thousand questions that crowded my throat. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers right now. Sometimes not knowing is safer than hearing the truth too soon. He didn’t offer anything else. Instead, he adjusted me in his arms like I was both fragile glass and a burden he couldn’t drop. His face was hard to read, the kind of expression that didn’t invite conversation. So I stayed quiet, letting him carry me down the corridor. The hallways were… different. That was the only word I had. The walls weren’t like the wood and stone of the pack’s village. They shined faintly in the light of lanterns, almost iridescent. Th

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