Tamed By My Alpha Step Brother

It felt like my brain went into a deep sleep because every other thing that was said on that table couldn’t be decoded by me. So, I got on my feet and exited the dining table. I heard my father calling for me, asking me what the issue was - as if he didn't know.And, I saw that man, Damon, my step brother, was he? He was smirking. He wasn't exactly my cup of tea. I had other important things to deal with. For Example, my father was replacing my mother.When my mother died, it felt like my world crashed, especially when she died in the most horrific and mysterious way. I saw how affected and heartbroken my father was about her death, and seeing how he didn't remarry, that consoled me. My father loved my mother and wasn't willing to replace her, that made his mistreatment towards me bearable. But all that just got washed down the drain. How could he??? How could he replace my mother without thinking to inform me first?That morning, as I stumbled back to my bedroom, I collapsed on my

Harper's POV“Of course, no one would know about this. It is going to be our dirty secret.”The room felt smaller than it had moments ago. Damon's words that hung in the air were as warm as his breath felt against my ear.Our dirty secret.That should feel disgusting to me, he was my stepbrother for goodness sake and I wasn't allowed to be touched by anyone. But my body betrayed me as a flush crept up my neck, heat pooling in places I was too ashamed to acknowledge. This man just claimed the Alpha title at the cost of my freedom and yet here I was, getting this tingly feeling by just pressing my legs against his.I wanted to pull away. I wanted to call him out for the creep that he was. But his arm suddenly tightened around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer.Damon pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze was intense as he stared into soul. "Wh...what are you talking about? What dirty secret?" I murmured even though I was glaring at him, my body language was not matching

Harper's POVWait, that shirt looks familiar....."I knew it, I knew that bitch killed Tristan!" A voice spat angrily. Right! That was Tristan's shirt.Wait what?Tristan's bloodstained shirt in my room? What the fuck is that doing here?How did----The man holding the blood-stained shirt thrust it forward like some damn trophy, with a victorious smirk on his face."Look what we have here." One of the men drawled out. "I always knew there was something about this bitch.""That's.... that's not.... what's going on? who put that there???" I yelled, my voice cracking with panic and I struggled in vain with the man pining me down."Don't you think we should be asking you that question? What is this shirt doing in your room, Harper?" One of the men scowled at me.Was this a joke??"I'm asking you because I don't know too! Why is----"The man restraining me, Marcus was one of the pack's guards, he snarled, "Shut the fuck up and save your breath, Harper. You will need it when you explain y

Harper's POV I stared at Damon, my heart pounding fast in my chest, the metallic tang of blood was thick in the air from the bodies he'd just dropped. His claws retracted as he wiped his hands on his shirt, that smirk still plastered on his face like he hadn't just decapitated Jax and ripped out hearts like it was nothing. The hall was chaos, elders whispering, warriors shifting uneasily, my father frozen in place. Lila was being dragged away by guards, kicking and screaming protests that no one cared about. "Now, dear stepsister," Damon repeated, his voice was low and mocking as he stayed crouched at my level, his dark eyes locking onto mine like a predator sizing up prey. "What was that about me killing Tristan?" I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to flinch from the blood smeared across his cheek. Bold, Harper. Be bold. "You heard me," I snapped back, my voice steady even though my knees wanted to buckle. "His scent was all over you last night. Earthy, pine, metallic, like he

Harper's POV I really killed Tristan but why don't I feel any sting of regret? Why do I feel empowered all of a sudden? But I shook my head vigorously in denial, fighting the fragments of that night surfacing back. No, I'm not a killer---- Tristan's growl, his weight pinning me to the ground, my claws extending in panic. My chest heaved up and down and I gave Damon a hateful look, "Why? Why did you help me? You don't help people and you hate me. You've made that clear since you stepped into this pack." He leaned against the wall and replied in his usual tone cold, "Hate you? That's a strong word. Maybe I saw potential. A wolf who could kill her own mate without blinking? That's the kind of fire I'm looking. Or maybe..." He pushed off the wall and walked back to me. "Maybe I didn't want to see you executed. Not when there's so much more fun to be had." "Fun?" I echoed, my voice rising with rage again. "This is your idea of fun? Chaining me up, dangling secrets over my hea