All Chapters of Falling For My Alpha Stepbrother.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

»»─────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ─────««Am I the asshole? Yeah, pretty much. But I’m not a monster. I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night because Lucian’s face seemed to haunt me. When I woke up next after aggressively dangling my body on the edge of this uncomfortable sofa cushion, I decided sleep was for the weak. When I sat up, I was surprised to find Lucian staring at the darkness outside with the same haunted expression he had on when he threw himself on me. What was that all about by the way?I probably should have asked him some more questions rather than reacting the way I did. But this is. Expecting anything less than a violent angry response would be completely unreasonable. As quietly as I could, I moved my body to sit more comfortably. A few inches from the edge of the cushion where I might have fallen. How did I get any sleep while I was there by the way?I should have awoken with a concussion. I was so close to the edge. I stretched out my muscles before channeling all

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Percy is always asking for trouble. It’s like he has a second calling that happens to be a troublemaker. When he asked me to teach him something new, I gotta admit, I was angry. But I can’t deny I was interested. He’s a hot guy, but such a fucker. My ego swells at the thought of being the one to fuck Percy. Just think, all his bitching for years, pissing me the fuck off, attacking me... ha, imagine the face he’d make lost in pleasure. It’s the kind of evil temptation I can’t give up on. I can’t pass up the opportunity to be the one that turns him into a mess. I know. All the complications are clear. The world and my wolf are telling me to shut down this dumb idea but we’ve crossed that line. Why not go even further and do some crazy shit like fuck him?I chuckle. “We’re gonna need supplies before we venture down into that path.”“Like lube? There’s gonna be some here.”“Why would there be?”He gives me a nasty eye roll. “They fuck. In case you didn’t know.

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧I loved seeing benny and lionel. They made me laugh, made me forget that i had problems. They made everything seem better. I love them. I miss them so much. I wish i could work hard enough to heal quickly, and hang out with them. I’ll miss them when i move.After they left, agreeing to follow percival’s crazy plan. It’s all we have right now. The second they left, my mother called. Percy left to get something while i spoke to her through the house phone. “Hey mom.”“Have you heard from Yusuke?” the question threw me off. Why would she call me for that?It’s like she’s forgotten he’s not my dad. Our relationship works well because i don’t talk to him. I pretend he’s just an accessory my mother selfishly latched onto. “How would i know? You know i don’t talk to that man. When was the last time you saw him?”She was quiet. “last night, he was... he seemed distant. Different. Heck he even treated me differently. Almost like i was someone he couldn’t recognize.

✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧Pretending to be asleep was the best decision I ever made. When I realized sex with Percy was affecting me personally, and I could see in his eyes that he was going through the same problem... I immediately had to focus on my injured leg that had gone slightly numb. And mention my medicine. I hoped it would help me sleep, I hoped it would make me forget Percy’s sounds. The way he looked. The lack of hate in his stare, the desire in his movements aaginst mine, his cum painting my chest and his. I hoped it would fix this. This vile growing death like feeling clawing at my chest, and when Percy left to shower, I felt a bit relieved. But the bedsheets smelled like us and the thought of getting up to face him long enough for us to change the beddings made me hyperventilate. My selfishness led me here. I could have... I could have held back. I could have argued... but I wanted to prove something. Undoing Percy had affected me too. It had affected me alot. Why d

»» ──────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ ────── ««Lucian and I settled into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t necessarily peaceful either—just a quiet truce after the mess of last night. We didn’t talk again until lunchtime, and even then, we avoided going to any bedroom. Instead, we stayed in the living room, like neutral ground neither of us wanted to give up.I noticed Lucian using his crutches more, refusing to let me wheel him around unless it was absolutely necessary. As much as I wanted to argue against it, I knew that any forceful damage to his body would only keep me here longer. And yet, I didn’t fight him on it. Maybe because I needed space, too.Lunch was simple—something I put together quickly, more for the sake of routine than hunger. The TV was on, playing some horror movie, the kind with too many cheap jump scares and characters who made all the wrong choices. Lucian sat on the long couch with his leg elevated, while I took the floor, my back resting aga