Semua Bab HER LYCAN STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Ivy's POV I froze the second I saw him.Aaron.Standing there, just outside the bathroom door, like the last five years hadn’t happened. I watched him burst into flames right in front of me, reducing him to nothing but smoke and ash. I watched as Brandon killed him. I watched him died.Aaron died.I knew he had.So how was he here?He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stood there, staring at me with eyes that were too still, too empty. There was no flicker of recognition, no curiosity, no rage. Just blankness. Like he wasn’t even real.That scared me more than if he had lunged at me.Something cold slid down my spine, tightening around my chest like a vise. My body broke into a cold sweat. The hairs on my arms stood up. My hands trembled without permission, and my knees threatened to give out.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.Every instinct I had screamed run.So I did.My feet turned before my brain could catch up, and I bolted. My heels clacked loudly against the floor, nearly

Brandon's POV Kiel was so close to the surface now, his desires were merging with mine until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I pinned her against the nearest tree, my body pressing against hers, my lips moving against her in a way that was anything but gentle. It was wild, desperate, fueled by the raw energy of the run and how close Kiel was She was so sweet and intoxicating, and it only made me want her more. My hands roamed over her body, grasping her hips, pulling her closer until there was no space between us. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath coming in shallow pants.Ivy moaned into my mouth, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, matching me with a ferocity that only stoked the flames higher.My fingers traced the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and I tore at her clothes, Kiel's impatience guiding my movements. The clothes fell away, leaving her bare with only her panties to the cool nig

Ivy's POV I didn’t even notice I was zoning out until the sound of the palace gates creaking open from a distance pulled me back. My hand had frozen over the book in my lap, the pages untouched, my eyes staring blankly ahead. It had been happening a lot lately, these moments where my mind wandered off, always landing in the same place. On him. Jeremy.It was ridiculous. I shouldn’t still be scared. Not with the life I had now. Not with Brandon beside me. But fear wasn’t something you could reason with. It didn’t care about safety or logic. It crept in quietly, slipping through cracks I hadn’t realized were there.I still remembered the first time I met Jeremy. I thought he was cute. A little awkward, kind of goofy. He always had a joke ready, always wore that easy smile, always offered to carry my books. He came across as sweet, like the kind of guy who just wanted to help. I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but things started to shift slowly. And they were little things.

146Ivy's POV The first thing I did that morning was knock Brandon out through the bond. I didn’t even think twice. His breathing had just started to even out beside me, his arm slung across my stomach when I closed my eyes, reached for the bond and pushed. His body twitched once, and then went still, slumping deeper into the mattress without a sound.I slipped out from beside him without looking back. I didn’t need to check if he was okay. I knew he was. I didn’t have it in me to deal with him. Not after everything that happened last night.I went about to freshen up and have breakfast, after which he woke up hours later, dragging himself through the palace, and began following me like a restless pup that couldn’t understand why it had been punished. I ignored him. And when he tried to talk, I either walked away or acted like I hadn’t heard a word.It wasn’t until I was back in the royal library, quietly putting away the books I’d been reading, that he spoke again.“Ivy,” he said

Brandon's POVI couldn’t believe the words coming out of their mouths. Five of my men, each of them trained, armed, and handpicked for their loyalty, had failed. And not against an ambush. Not against a rival pack.But they lost to one man.I stood in the center of the living room, the silence so thick it pressed against my skin like a weight. The air was still, tense, and all five of them stood in front of me, heads down, afraid to meet my eyes.The silence only made me angrier.“What the hell were you doing?” I barked, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Picking flowers?”Not one of them dared to answer. Raul, their team leader, kept his gaze glued to the ground like it might save him.Coward.I stepped forward, fists clenched at my sides. “He knocked out the driver. He took down Zelia. And then he just walked away like he was enjoying a stroll through the woods!”I slammed my hand down on the edge of the metal table beside me. The impact echoed sharply, and the steel de