Semua Bab HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 91My mind was a tangled mess, thoughts twisting in every possible direction, colliding and unraveling all at once.The witch’s death wasn’t some freak accident. Someone had killed her, ripped her heart out before she could finish the ritual. That wasn’t just a coincidence. That was deliberate. That meant there was something to find, something someone didn’t want me knowing.If the mate bond was real, there would be no reason to stop me from checking it. No reason to go as far as murder just to keep me from questioning it.Which meant there was something off about it.I exhaled through my nose, gripping the wheel a little tighter. This should have unsettled me, should have made me feel worse than I already did. But beneath the frustration, beneath the questions and the chaos, there was something else.Relief.Because if this mate bond wasn’t real, if it had been manipulated, then I wouldn’t have to be bound to Amari. I could sever it completely. I could be free of it.The thou

93.Ivy's POV Brandon had been gone for two days. Not that I was keeping track, or that I cared.I wasn’t noticing how quiet the house felt without him. I wasn’t catching myself glancing at the door of my room every night, half-expecting to hear his footsteps. I wasn’t wondering where he had gone or why he had left without saying anything. It wasn’t any of my business.I kept telling myself that. Over and over again.But by the second night, the silence was gnawing at me.I finally gave in while helping Mom clean up after dinner. She washed the dishes and I dried, with the warm scent of dish soap filling the air. I tried to keep my voice casual, like I wasn’t fishing for information.“Mum, where’s Brandon?”She hummed as she rinsed a plate. “Oh, he went on a weekend getaway with Amari.”My fingers clenched around the dish towel. “Oh.”Just like that, my mood shifted.Mom didn’t notice. She kept talking, smiling as if it was the sweetest thing in the world. “It’s nice that they’re spe

95.Amari's POV I was drowning in pain, buried so deep in it that I couldn’t tell where my body ended and the agony began. Every inch of me throbbed, a relentless, searing ache that refused to dull, refused to let me rest. My skin felt stretched too tight over my bones, raw and hypersensitive, every breath I took sent sharp, stabbing pain through my ribs.The burns covered my arms, my legs, angry, blistering reminders of my father’s fury. He had made sure I wouldn’t forget this lesson. And every movement sent a fresh wave of fire through me, the heat still radiating long after the flames had disappeared. I wanted to curl into myself and disappear, but even the thought of shifting made my stomach turn.But worse than the physical pain were the words. The ones that clung to me like smoke, suffocating, and poisoning.Your fault.You failed.You were supposed to have him wrapped around your finger by now.I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The flames were still there, flicker

Ivy's POV.My head was pounding. Not just like a little headache you could push through, this was the kind that pulsed behind your eyes and made it feel like your skull might crack open.Everything around me was blurry at first, like I was trying to wake up underwater. But slowly, things started to piece together. The room was dim, lit by a single bulb way off in the corner. It didn’t do much, but just enough to throw some weak light around, barely letting me see more than a couple feet ahead.When I tried to move, I realized fast that I couldn’t. My arms were stuck behind me, wrists tied up tight with some rough rope that scraped against my skin. Same with my ankles. I was stuck on some old wooden chair that groaned every time I shifted even a little. The ropes were digging in already, and the more I struggled, the worse it got.Panic kicked in hard.And suddenly, it hit me all at once. The drive, Aaron’s voice, the fear, the punch to my face.Shit.I twisted, trying to get out, but

Ivy's POV The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that wrapped around your chest and made it hard to breathe. I sat curled up in the passenger seat, arms tucked tight around myself, staring out the window.My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my sleeve, picking at a loose thread. I couldn’t bring myself to speak. My throat was raw from screaming for help, screaming in pain. It still felt like fire every time I swallowed.I kept replaying it all. Aaron. Sweet, thoughtful Aaron. The boy who used to text me good morning and goodnight, who once carried my backpack because I said it was too heavy, who brought me coffee just the way I liked it.And he turned out to be a complete stranger.No. Worse than a stranger. A monster in disguise.From the corner of my eye, I noticed Brandon glancing at me every few seconds, checking to see if I was still breathing or about to completely fall apart.“You okay?” he asked, quiet, careful.I nodded without looking at him. I didn’t t