Semua Bab HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Brandon's POV I sat at the edge of the bed with my towel still slung around my neck, and a first aid kit open beside me. My arm burned like hell as I tried to clean the deep gash from that fight with Aaron. It was still red, raw, and deeper than I thought. Should’ve healed by now. But it didn’t.Because my wolf was pissed.And when he was pissed, he liked to make a point. No instant healing. No numbing the pain. Just me, a soaked piece of cotton, other minor wounds on my body, and an arm that felt like it was about to detach from my body.I had cleaned up the other ones that weren't so painful compared to this one.I bit back a hiss and kept going, dragging the cotton over the wound. My hands were steady, but the pain was sharp and unforgiving.Then the door creaked open, and I looked up.“Ivy,” I said, voice low.She stood frozen, her eyes locking onto the bloody mess on my arm. Her whole face shifted, from tired confusion to pure horror.“Oh my God,” she whispered, rushing over. “B

102.Ivy's POV He actually stayed true to his promise.All night, Brandon didn’t try to do anything. He just held me. His arms were wrapped around me, so gently, but I could feel the strength in them, like he was making sure I was safe, like nothing could touch me while I was with him. His hand was resting on my waist, and every so often, I’d feel the soft rise and fall of his chest behind me. It was the kind of comfort I didn’t even know I needed. I don’t even know when I fell asleep. But when I woke up, I turned slightly and found him already awake, watching me. His eyes were soft, not saying a word, but he gently brushed his thumb across my cheek. I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer in my entire life.The drive to school felt different, too. We held hands the entire way, like we were on some cheesy date. I couldn’t stop smiling, and I didn’t even care how dumb I probably looked. He’d occasionally squeeze my fingers or glance over at me with a small smirk, and every single time,

Brandon's POVI walked straight into my dad’s room without knocking, half-expecting him to be at his desk or going through some paperwork. Instead, I found him sitting on the edge of his bed, shirtless, and that made me pause for a second.He looked worse than the last time I saw him. He was thinner than before. His shoulders were still broad, but his muscles had lost some of their definition, and under the warm light, his skin looked paler than usual.He glanced up when he saw me. “Brandon.”I frowned, stepping in a little more. “Dad, are you okay? You don't look good.”“I’m fine,” he said quickly. “Nothing serious. The Physician just says I need to rest more. That’s all.”I didn’t buy that for a second, but I didn’t push it. Not yet.“I actually came here to ask you something.”He gave a small nod. “Alright. Go ahead.”I walked closer to him, watching him a little more carefully now. “What do you know about the followers of Luca?”Everything about him changed. His back stiffened a b

Ivy's POVWe were a tangle of limbs, sprawled out across my bed with the sheets half twisted beneath us. My hair was definitely a mess, Brandon’s breathing was still uneven, and we were both slick with sweat, but somehow, the silence between us felt calm.Peaceful, even. Like the world had stopped spinning just long enough to let us exist in it for a little while.Then he spoke, his voice low and just a little smug. “Tell me this isn’t better than your essays.”I turned my head to glare at him. “They’re my college essays, Brandon. Kinda the most important thing in my life right now.”Without missing a beat, he shrugged. “Well, you’re the most important thing in mine.”I blinked back, confused for a second. So I gave a small laugh and waved him off.But he didn’t laugh.“I mean it,” he said, quieter this time, softer. I could feel his fingers brush along my arm, gentle and slow, like he wasn’t sure how much of himself to give me at once.“Ivy… I think about you constantly,” he went on.

Brandon's POVEverything felt different now.It had only been a day since my father passed, but it was like the world had flipped upside down. Nothing felt steady. Nothing felt familiar.The palace was wrapped in grief, the living room filled with soft crying, corridors lined with servants moving like ghosts.Funeral preparations were already in motion. The streets outside had gone quiet, and black banners hung from every window and gate. Every time I walked through the halls, someone would stop and bow their head or whisper about the late Alpha with that reverent, heavy tone people used when they didn’t know what else to say.But none of it felt real. None of it felt like it was actually happening.So while the palace mourned, while people cried and offered me their sympathy like it meant anything, I slipped out without a word.Dr. Wood’s house wasn’t hard to find. It never had been. And getting inside? Easier than it should’ve been.I found him in the library. Alone. Sitting in a bi