Todos os capítulos de HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Amari's POVI panted softly, trying to catch my breath as Brandon rolled off me, his arm flopping down beside mine on the bed. The sheets were tangled around our legs, sticking to our damp skin. This was the first time after the last time we had sex, but all I felt was a strange, hollow feeling amidst the pleasure.It felt like I wasn’t fully there. Like I was watching myself from somewhere outside of my body, detached and floating. The whole thing had felt so distant, as if my body was going through the motions without my heart being anywhere in it.Still, I clung to the tiny thread of hope inside me.It didn’t matter how it felt. What mattered was that it happened. After all these years of chasing him, begging for scraps of his attention, humiliating myself again and again just to get a fraction of what he used to give her, this meant something more now.He was finally starting to see me.Brandon’s breathing was steady against the back of my neck, his arm thrown lazily over my wais

Ivy’s POV Five years ago, everything I knew was ripped out from under me. And not in some slow, creeping way you have time to prepare for. No, it happened in one cruel, brutal instant.My mom was gone, just like that.The one person who had always stood by me, who had never once let me down or left me to face the world alone was murdered by the boy I had trusted. The one I thought would protect me. The one I thought loved me.He killed her.That night, I lost everything. My mother, my trust, my home, my future. And honestly, I think I lost myself too.I died that night too. And not just physically. In all ways one could think of.But a good Samaritan saved me. She took me away from the city, nursed me back to health and she gave me a name.Chloe.To keep me from the people that might still have wanted me dead at that time.So I became Chloe.I stayed far from the cities and the noise and the people. Always kept my head down. Tried to fight the nightmares that never really stopped.Bu

Ivy's POV When I regained my senses, the first thing I felt was something foreign, and strange inside me, deeply tied to Brandon. I couldn’t explain it, but it clung to every part of me. I staggered a bit, clutching my head as flashes of what just happened flickered across my mind.I didn’t know what it was, and I didn't care what it was. All I know is that I launched myself toward him, fury coursing through every vein in my body. But before I could land a single blow, his hand shot out and caught my wrist with infuriating ease and held it firmly.“Save all that energy, Ivy,” he said coolly, his eyes boring into mine. “You’ll need it for your Luna duties.”I yanked at my arm immediately, trying to break free, but his hold didn’t budge. It was like trying to pull against a steel trap. "You're insane," I spat, my voice shaking more from rage than fear.I glared up at him, heart pounding against my ribs, my entire body thrumming with whatever had just happened.It made my head foggy, l

Ivy's POV Being back in the city stirred bittersweet memories in me. The feeling that hit you when you’re walking down a street that used to mean something, passing a shop window that reflects the version of yourself you thought you’d left behind. We didn't return to the old house, instead, we moved into a new palace. It was modern and massive, surrounded by tall trees and wide open space. The grounds were beautifully decorated, and the architecture had that clean, elegant feel that made you stop and stare for a moment. It was undeniably beautiful.The first morning after we arrived, and when I thought I'd have the time to take myself on a tour around, an entire boutique had been set up in the palace, right in my room.Rows upon rows of clothes, shoes, and accessories were displayed like a luxury showroom had been unpacked just for me. There were racks of designer dresses and suits, shelves of perfectly arranged heels and flats, and tables laid with everything from fine jewelry to

Brandon's POV I ran a hand through my hair, pressing my palm against my forehead for a second before dragging it back through the strands. The weight of everything was sitting squarely on my shoulders. It was like a pressure that wouldn’t ease.“I feel like a mess,” I muttered under my breath, not expecting a response.Liam didn’t waste a second to respond. “You look like a mess.”I let out something between a scoff and a tired laugh, not because it was funny, but because it was true. I didn’t have the energy to fake otherwise.I dropped into the nearest chair with a sigh, legs spreading slightly, elbows resting on my knees. I rubbed my hands together, trying to focus on the physical feeling instead of the storm inside my head.Liam leaned against the wall across from me, arms folded across his chest, one ankle casually crossed over the other. He watched me for a long moment, his expression was neutral, but I could tell he was thinking.“What exactly is bothering you, man?” he asked f