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…umble, just a little, like a wall cracking under pressure. For a second, I let myself melt into him—into us—because that’s what we had always been: fire and fury, love and war, passion and pain tangled into one impossible knot.But then I pulled back. “No,” I said, softer this time, but no less firm. “Not like this.”Demian’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”Because I’m afraid. Because the past is catching up. Because Enzo isn’t just a nuisance or a freak. He’s a threat. He knows too much. But I didn’t say any of that. I couldn’t.“Because I don’t trust you right now,” I said instead.His expression darkened, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “You don’t trust me?”I nodded. “Not when it comes to Enzo. You’re too close to him, too blind to see what he’s really capable of.”Demian turned away, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. “You think I don’t know how dangerous Enzo is?” His voice cracked with emotion. “You think I haven’t been questioning everything lately?”“Then act like it
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Chapter seventy one
Isabella pov I paced the length of the room, the sound of my heels striking the tile in an unrelenting rhythm. The walls of the pack house felt tighter today, like they were closing in with every second that passed. My frustration simmered, ready to boil over. I didn’t care who heard me. "I am—I doubt, Demian! I have nothing to say about the whole situation in the pack house unless you have something to say about it!" I snapped, my voice sharp, slicing through the tension like a blade. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, the burning behind my eyes. All of it was anger. Pure, undiluted anger. Demian didn’t even look up. He stood behind his desk, shuffling through a stack of pack lists and files like they were more important than the storm brewing in front of him. His silence mocked me. My veins throbbed beneath my skin, taut with fury. My fists clenched at my sides. "Of course, you don’t care," I hissed, pacing again, arms folded tightly across my chest. "You're too busy playing
Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas Chapter seventy
Thaila’s POVI sat there on the bed for what felt like forever, heart thudding dully in my chest like a clock winding down. My cheeks were stiff from dried tears, and even though the ache in my chest hadn’t gone away, something else was taking its place—resolve.This wasn’t working. Not for me. Not for Enzo. And if I stayed here one second longer, in this suffocating pack filled with secrets, executions, and ghosts of the past—we’d both fall apart.Maybe we already had.I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve, stood up slowly, and crossed the room to my wardrobe. My fingers curled around the brass handle and I yanked it open. The smell of lavender sachets greeted me, soft and comforting, like a lie I used to believe.I started pulling clothes from the hangers—shirts, jackets, jeans, underthings—anything that didn’t scream broken heart and betrayal. I tossed them onto the bed in a whirlwind of fabric, not bothering to fold. I just wanted to go. Run. Escape the version of my brother
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Thaila’s POV I woke up with pains shredding my heart, like claws scraping against my ribcage. My eyes were heavy, swollen from the tears I didn’t remember crying in my sleep. My body ached with a numb sort of exhaustion, the kind that doesn’t just live in the bones—but in the soul. I could feel it. The unraveling. The quiet chaos pulling at the threads of my world. I sat up slowly, dragging my legs over the edge of the bed. My feet hit the cold floor with a soft thud. The silence in the room was suffocating. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair and winced when my nails caught on a knot. Everything was a damn mess. My hair. My heart. My life. I had to find Enzo. We were supposed to be going back to our pack. Home. Whatever “home” meant anymore. I needed to see his face, look him in the eyes, and remind him of the promises he made. Because right now? It felt like he was slipping. Like he wasn’t the same Enzo who used to sit with me under the stars and swear he’d always protect
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Blades Beneath the Velvet The morning air was thick with the scent of war. Smoke curled from the torches lining the stone corridor as we stalked down it like a storm waiting to break. My boots slammed against the floor with purpose, every step echoing a vow I’d made the night before — we found them. We bring them home. Isabella walked beside me, her chin high, a cloak cinched tight around her shoulders, but I could see it — the steel beneath the silk. She wasn’t soft, not anymore. Fire had forged her, and now she walked like she was carved from it. Damien and Mason flanked us, their postures tight, their eyes scanning every movement. We weren’t just alphas anymore. We were a unit. A bond. And this was our first real test. “Why the docks?” Damien asked, his voice low, hands stuffed in his pockets like he wasn’t already one second from tearing someone apart. Isabella didn’t miss a beat. “Because if I were trafficking bodies, I’d keep them moving. Quietly. Over water.” Mason glan
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Later, as dawn crept over the horizon, I lay tangled with Isabella and my brothers, a fierce protectiveness swelling in my chest. Isabella looked at each of us with a mix of awe and tenderness. “I never imagined... this,” she breathed. “We never did,” Damien said softly. “But we won’t let anything break us.” Mason kissed her forehead. “You’re our future.” I smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face. “And we’re yours.” The pack’s troubles would have to wait. For now, there was only this — love, fierce and unbreakable. The castle had fallen into a quiet lull, the kind that draped itself like a velvet curtain over the world outside. But inside my chambers, the air burned hot with a different kind of fire — the one born of raw need and fragile trust. Isabella stood between us, her eyes wide but shining with a fierce light. The silk robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing skin kissed by moonlight, soft and trembling under the gaze of three alphas who claimed her heart. I st
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