All Chapters of My Twin Alpha Stepbrother Mates: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

As I focused on the blonde woman standing across the room, a deep unease settled over me. After my run-in with Alison, I had developed a natural aversion to blondes. But this woman was different. While Alison was youthful and attention-seeking, this stranger had an air of maturity and elegance that was hard to ignore. She was poised, confident, and carried herself with a kind of regal grace that radiated power.Her striking sapphire-blue eyes captured the attention of everyone in the room, and her skin had a healthy, glowing sheen. There was no denying that she was a royal Lycan. Unlike others I’d seen, she didn’t wear her status like a weapon. She exuded confidence, but it wasn’t the arrogant, showy kind. It was quiet, self-assured—like she knew exactly who she was and didn’t need to prove it to anyone.I frowned, unsure of who she was or why she was here.The blonde noticed me standing beside Michael, but her gaze swept past me like I wasn’t even worth acknowledging. It was as if I

I followed Michael back to the room like a puppet, my mind buzzing with confusion and questions. Once we were inside, I sat down at the table, my eyes searching his face for some sort of explanation. What had just happened to me? Why did I feel so... different? The only logical conclusion was that it had something to do with what Michael had mentioned earlier—about me becoming a royal Lycan. But I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.Michael, as if sensing my distress, sat down beside me and gently stroked my hair. The calming sensation of his touch rippled through me, grounding me in a way nothing else could. He lowered his head and kissed my forehead softly. I instinctively leaned into him, feeling more connected to him than ever. His strong, muscular arms felt like small hills beneath my hands, each one pulsing with strength and warmth. I traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at how they seemed both firm and flexible at the same time.“Are you alright, my little

"I can't just pretend nothing happened, especially after my wolf reacted the way it did." I shrugged, trying to stay calm. "I need to know, Michael. I'd rather hear it from you than find out through Sasha."Michael hesitated, his brown eyes locked on mine as if weighing his options. I held his gaze, determined to get the truth. If he wanted honesty between us, he needed to practice it too."Okay," he muttered, running his hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. "She's... a friend."A friend? Joanna's behavior toward Michael was far from friendly. It was passionate, intense—nothing like the casual interactions between Sasha and him. I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been avoiding but couldn't ignore any longer."An ex-girlfriend?"Michael's expression stiffened. He didn’t nod, but he didn’t shake his head either. Silence hung between us, thick and heavy. I knew the truth was coming, but it didn’t make the waiting any easier. If Michael wanted me to be honest with

The night had ended in a comfortable silence, with both of us content in each other's presence. By the time I had finished my tasks, Michael was still seated at his desk, absorbed in a pile of paperwork. His brow furrowed in concentration, and I didn’t have the heart to disturb him, nor did I want to leave his side. So, I watched him, feeling the steady calm he radiated.Before I knew it, I had dozed off in the warm cocoon of the study, lulled by the scent of Michael that filled the room. It wasn’t long before I felt someone gently lift me. I knew it was Michael, and feeling safe in his arms, I allowed myself to drift deeper into sleep.When I finally woke up, the morning light was already creeping in through the curtains. My body felt well-rested and refreshed. At some point during the night, I had been changed into my pajamas, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Michael had been the one to wash and dress me while I slept. A small smile tugged at my lips at the thought.I glanced to my

Joanna's giggle echoed through the room, its beauty contrasting with the venomous intent behind it. Her voice was as sweet as a siren’s, but I could feel the malicious undertones. "Former friends, Sasha? That's not quite accurate. Michael and I were more than friends."I knew Joanna was up to no good. I had seen it in her eyes the moment I met her. Whatever her goal was—whether to make me jealous, provoke anger, or worse—I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.She turned her gaze toward Michael, who remained focused on his coffee cup, now almost empty. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence, which gave me some comfort, but Joanna wasn’t finished. "If you two are truly mates," she said, her voice dripping with false innocence, "may I ask, was it the Moon Goddess who arranged this, or did Michael choose you?"Her question cut deep, even though it was wrapped in a seemingly casual tone. I clenched my fists under the table, my wolf surging with rage. Joanna was impl