Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

SELENA “Watch your tone, boy!” Alpha Kingsley’s voice lashed through the air, sharp as a whip. “You will respect my late friend’s daughter. She is your sister now, and you will treat her as such.” Stephen stood rigid, his fists clenched, eyes burning into mine with raw hostility. The air between us crackled, thick with something unspoken, something dark. “I will never accept her as my sister.” His voice was low, dangerous. Then it erupted. “Her father killed my mother!” The words slammed into me like a physical blow. My breath hitched. No—that couldn't be true. My father, the man who taught me how to braid flowers into my hair, who carried me on his shoulders when my legs were too tired to walk—a murderer? A chill crept through me, curling around my spine. I took a step back, instinctively seeking shelter behind Alpha Kingsley. Stephen’s fury was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron grip. This wasn’t home. I was an intruder. “Enough, Stephen!” Kingsley’s voice rang

STEPHENI let the phone ring until it cut off. Then again. And again.I knew my father wouldn’t stop until I picked up, but I wasn’t in the mood for his lectures. The moment he brought her into our home, he made his choice. And I made mine.My jaw clenched as the screen lit up for the fifth time. With a sharp exhale, I snatched the phone off my desk and pressed it to my ear.“Why have you not been picking up my calls, son?” His voice carried the same controlled authority as always, but I could hear the frustration beneath it.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. “I’ve been busy training new recruits, Dad. Some of us actually have work to do.”Silence stretched between us. Heavy. Suffocating. It should have made me uncomfortable. It didn’t.“Selena is on her way to Lycanwood Academy,” he finally said.I smirked. Of course, she is.“Is she still wolfless, or has the Moon Goddess finally taken pity on her?” I asked, my tone dripping with feigned curiosity.A loud thud rattl

SELENAI still needed to be careful.“Your classes start at eight a.m. tomorrow. Check your desk—you’ll find everything you need to know about Lycanwood Academy. If I don’t have time, I’ll assign a student to help with the tour. Have a wonderful evening,” Lilith said, her voice smooth but distant.She turned on her heel and left, the door clicking shut behind her. A heavy silence settled in, pressing against my chest like a weight.I exhaled slowly and turned to my suitcase, flipping it open with little energy. Nestled between my neatly folded clothes was a small lunch bag. A note peeked out from under it.I know you’ll be very tired on your first day. Eat this to give you strength. I hope you’ll be able to overcome your fear.A small, tired smile tugged at my lips. Alpha Kingsley. He had always looked out for me. Ever since my father’s death, he had protected me like I was his own. No one questioned it, and over time, I stopped questioning it, too.I pulled out a pack of biscuits, te

Selena“I’ll be quiet I promise,” I choked out, my voice trembling as tears ran down my cheeks. “I won’t speak unless spoken to. I won’t fight with your woman. I’ll act like I don’t even exist. Just please I don’t want to stay in your house.”My words spilled out in desperation, but I could already see the cruelty dancing in Stephen’s eyes.Living with him had been hell the first time. The kind of hell that crept into your dreams and poisoned your waking moments. We may not have spent years together, but the time we did was enough to scar me for life. I swore I’d never go back to that nightmare. And yet, here I was, trapped again.His fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back, but then he stopped staring down at me with that devilish smirk that made my stomach knot. He wiped away one of my tears with the pad of his thumb, like he was trying to be gentle. But there was nothing kind in the way his touch lingered, cold and possessive.“Am I not your brother?” he asked, tilting his

Selena My legs felt like they were made of glass shaky, fragile as I forced myself down the hallway to my room. Every step sent a dull ache rippling through my thighs, a cruel reminder of what Stephen had done. I should be screaming. Throwing things. Tearing down every inch of this cursed house. But all I could do was walk like a ghost trapped between walls that had seen too much. I’m his sister. His sister. How could he? How could he touch me like that hurt me like that? The way his fingers bruised their way inside me, like he owned my body... like I was his to ruin. My hands trembled as I shut the door behind me. The silence of the room wrapped around me, but it offered no comfort. I stumbled into the bathroom, skin crawling, and turned on the tap so hard the handle clicked against the metal. I scrubbed myself raw. Soap. Water. Hot. Scalding. Still not enough. It didn't wash off the way he looked at me, with those eyes that saw nothing human in me only possession.