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C19

Author: S.O Gold
last update publish date: 2026-07-28 00:58:23

Clay Jasperfang POV

She looks so crushed I can barely stand it. I push my chair back from the wooden table, my broad frame shifting, and tap my thigh with my hand. "Come here, my sweet Luna. Let your Alpha hold you."

"I am far too heavy in these mountain riding boots," Lamia protests softly, though her voice lacks its usual sharp edge.

"You feel like a feather to my wolf. Come here."

She pushes herself up and clomps around the side of the long table. I open my arms wide and lift her directly on
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  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   12

    I wrapped my hands around Sterling’s muscular neck, my fingers burying into the thick dark hair at his nape as my body surrendered to his raw Alpha heat.His razor-sharp jawline was shadowed with dark stubble, his intoxicating scent of pine and heavy rain flooding my senses as I breathed him in. My chubby frame trembled against his rock-hard chest, my generous breasts crushed against his massive torso while he held me effortlessly.We stood in the middle of the Whitaker Grand Ballroom. The air was thick with the lingering memory of the Whitaker pack’s grand harvest celebration from three years ago. Phantom echoes of pack drums, howling, and heavy drinking vibrated through the stone floor beneath my bare feet.I am not going to claim you as my mate, Everett... Don't be stupid, Maisie, of course you are... I won't... Then I'm going to drink until I shift, and you're coming with me...My head throbbed as the memory of that deadly night tore through my mind. I had broken the mate bond

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   11

    "You survived that freezing river, Maisie," Maribel murmured, carrying the polished oak tray out to the sunlit stone patio overlooking the Silvermoon River. "Not a single crumb left on your plate. Dr. Bevan called earlier and said you should spend the morning outside in the air. The heavy patio canopy will block the wind off the Frostfall Rapids. How does that sound?""It sounds like heaven, Maribel," I replied, smoothing the fabric of my trousers as I sat by the glass doors. "I feel my strength coming back every hour.""I've never seen an omega so determined to drag herself out of bed," Maribel laughed softly, resting her hands on her hips. "Pacing back and forth across that bedroom the last two days like a caged lioness!""A very fat lioness," I corrected dryly, looking down at my generous hips and full thighs.Maribel waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense, child! You have glorious, healthy curves fit for an Alpha's pack house. Cedric is coming up to carry you down the grand steps."

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   10

    My feet swung over the edge of the mattress again, determined to stand, but Sterling strode across the rug in two massive steps. His big hands clamped around my ankles, lifting my legs and swinging them back onto the bed. His fingers lingered against my warm skin for a second longer than necessary, sending an electric shock straight through my pulse points.We froze, staring at each other. My eyes burned with pure hatred; his returned the glare with absolute coldness.Slowly, Sterling straightened to his full, towering height, tweaking one dark eyebrow up. "Going somewhere, Maisie?""I am not staying under the same roof as a tyrant who is determined to blame me for an accident I didn't cause!" I held his intense grey gaze, something raw and desperate forcing the words out of my chest. "Please... just tell me you believe me! I wasn't driving!"Sterling studied my face for a long, agonizing moment. His dark eyes slowly drifted down my neck, lingering on the heavy curve of my chest benea

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   9

    "If I told you that no male wolf has ever touched me, that I built an iron fortress around my heart the day my family cast me out, would you even believe me?" I rasped, my vocal cords burning as I glared up at the massive Alpha standing beside my bed. "Or would you just call me a liar again?"Sterling raised one dark, imperious eyebrow, his broad shoulders blocking out the sunlight streaming through the arched windows of the Whitaker River Estate. "A broke outcast with nothing to her name? Anyone in your position looks ragged and starving. Tell me, Maisie, before you turned up floating in my river like abandoned baggage, how exactly did you survive?""I worked fifty hours a week at Mercer Electrical Works," I snapped, the memory of the grease, wire coils, and heavy iron parts making my knuckles ache. "I lifted crates, fixed power lines, and kept Alwyn Mercer's machinery running until he retired and shuttered the shop without warning. Then my brother decided my small room at Harcourt C

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   8

    "A high-ranking female who could have provided a stabilizing influence," Sterling continued, his voice dripping with dark irony as he stared down at my pale, bruised face. "How Everett would have hated the solid, unexciting omega you are trying to pretend to be!""That 'unexciting omega' would have forced him to hand over the keys when he was drenched in fire-whisky, thereby keeping him alive!" I snapped back."Are you attempting to make me feel guilty for my brother's grave?" he asked, his grey eyes turning to ice."He was the one driving the vehicle," I said, my chest heaving as pain shot through my ribs. "Are you honestly blaming me for the crash?""I saw you behind the wheel with my own eyes when you both left the Whitaker Grand Ballroom," Sterling replied coldly."We pulled over and swapped seats five minutes after leaving the pack gates!" My hands clenched into the heavy duvet. "Everett demanded to drive. Why are you shaking your head? I swear on my honor we traded places!""The

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   7

    Voices drifted up from the lower courtyard right beneath my window."Sterling, this vessel is an absolute wreck!" a male voice shouted, followed by the heavy thud of boots on timber. "Whoever was navigating this floating coffin is lucky they didn't end up crushed against the rocks.""Replace 'he' with 'she', Baxter," Sterling answered from the dock below, his voice dry and devoid of pity. "She calls her craft the Moon Lady. Though she prefers to describe herself in even less flattering terms. 'Stray river trash', I believe, was her term of choice."My body went completely rigid under the sheets."You're joking," Baxter Hensley laughed, his voice echoing off the stone wall. "A lone female living in a breakdown like this? Some wild rogue type? Free with her favors, is she? Is that why you brought her inside the house?"A sharp blush flooded my pale, feverish cheeks. I clenched my fists, my claws aching to extend."A wild rogue?" Sterling’s voice carried a dark, sardonic edge. "Hardly. A

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