Semua Bab HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Ivy's POV I stepped inside Brandon's room slowly, to see him sitting right there on the edge of his bed. He was facing the wall, not moving, not speaking. Just sitting. His back was straight, like he was holding himself together through sheer force of will. But his whole body looked weighed down with everything that had happened. The loss, the betrayal, the revelations, everything had settled into his bones.He didn’t say anything when I entered. Didn’t even glance over. I didn’t blame him. Honestly, I didn’t even know what to say either. So I just moved quietly across the room and sat beside him. I didn’t get too close, not at first. I gave him space. But after a few seconds, I reached over and gently slipped my hand into his.His fingers twitched a little at the contact, like part of him was surprised I was here. But he didn’t pull away. He just let me hold his hand, and that small thing, it meant something.“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, my eyes fixed on our hands. His was warm, m

Brandon's POV Ivy crawled over to her mom slowly. She was shaking all over, hands trembling as she knelt down and pulled her mom’s head into her lap. Her fingers hovered over her mom’s face for a second, unsure, before finally brushing gently across her cheek, like the soft touch might somehow bring her back.“Please wake up,” she whispered, her voice breaking halfway through the words. “Please, just wake up.”Her hands were barely steady. She kept touching her mom’s face like she was trying to memorize every part of it. Her thumb smoothed over her mom’s forehead, then her temple. And all the while, Ivy’s whole body shook like she was coming apart from the inside.I stood there, frozen. Watching her fall apart in front of me. It felt wrong to even breathe.Her voice cracked again as she whispered something else, but it was too low to hear. Her shoulders shook harder now, her head bowed over her mom’s, and I could see her tears falling, soaking into the blood-smeared skin below her.

Amari's POVBella giggled as she stabbed at her fruit slices with her tiny fork, completely focused on chasing a grape around her plate. Her face was a mess, syrup smeared around her mouth, a little on her chin, some even caught in her curls. I smiled and reached over with a napkin, wiping her face gently. She squirmed and giggled harder, but didn’t pull away.“Sit still,” I murmured, laughing softly as I cleaned the last of the stickiness from her cheek.She gave me a look, and then went right back to her fruit. I leaned back slightly and took a bite of my toast, chewing slowly as I watched her.Mornings like this almost felt real. Something normal families had. It was nice to pretend like I wasn’t neck-deep in secrets and schemes, tangled up in power plays I hadn’t asked to be part of. For a few quiet minutes, it was just me and Bella, a simple breakfast, and the illusion that everything was fine.Then the doors slammed open, the force of it echoed through the hall, and we both fl

Amari's POVI screamed.It came from somewhere deep and full of everything I’d been holding in for far too long. I didn’t even think before I grabbed the vase and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a hard, cracking sound, exploding into pieces that rained down like glass rain, sharp and glittering.I didn’t stop there.The table next to me, decorated just this morning with fresh flowers, went flying too. I kicked it hard, sending it crashing to the floor, the wood cracking with a split that echoed around the room.The lamp followed, my hand curling around the base before I smashed it down onto the floor with enough force to make it shatter.Then the photo frame.That one made me pause for a split second, just long enough to see the smiling faces frozen behind the glass. Me, Brandon and Bella. I didn’t care. I threw it with even more force than the others. It hit the wall and shattered, glass and photo separating mid-air, falling in different directions.Six years.Six f

Amari's POVI wasn’t even sure when things started to change between us. It had been slow and gradual. But it was there now, clear as day. He treated me differently. He spoke to me not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He listened, and I mean really listened. He laughed when I told a joke and even remembered little things I said, things I didn’t think he cared about. And it was all starting to make me feel something I didn’t expect.Hope.I stood by the window, arms folded lightly over my chest, eyes fixed on Brandon down in the courtyard. He was practicing archery again. His stance was solid and his movements were smooth.Every arrow he shot sliced through the air and each one landed dead center which made him look ten times more attractive than he already was.I think I was starting to get lucky.“Are you falling in love with him now?”I turned sharply at the voice, and all the warmth drained out of me in an instant.My father stood in the doorway. Arms crossed, jaw tig