All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

STEPHENI kept my distance, hidden by the trees, the shadows cloaking me like a second skin. Angela moved with slow, deliberate steps, her energy sharp and bitter, crackling in the air like the warning before a storm. I’d been following her for days now, watching her every move. I needed to see how she planned to handle Julia and Elias the mother-daughter pair who’d caused more damage than anyone truly understood.Julia still owed me a debt, one soaked in blood and betrayal, but I had chosen to stay out of it. This was personal for Angela. She wasn’t just Selena’s mother she was a storm wrapped in flesh, and right now, she was hellbent on vengeance. For Selena. For everything they’d done to her.I crouched lower, sharpening my hearing as Angela finally confronted them. The woods were silent except for the wind whispering through the branches. Then I heard Elias speak her voice shrill and poisonous, the same superiority that had infected her daughter. Like mother, like daughter. No rem

ADAMThe buzz of the city faded the farther I walked into the woods. Streetlights disappeared behind me, swallowed by the towering trees and the quiet hum of the night. Crickets sang, owls called but none of it bothered me. Darkness never did. It lived inside me.A thin breeze passed, brushing against my jacket as if reminding me I wasn’t alone. I sighed and shoved my hands deeper into my pockets.Selena.Her name floated up again, uninvited.Damn it, I muttered under my breath.“She chose your cousin over you,” I snapped at myself.“Let her go.”But the ache still lingered raw, bitter, and unwanted.I told you, my wolf growled inside me. We’re here to forget her. Stop dragging her into our thoughts.I clenched my jaw. He was right. She wasn’t worth the pain. Besides, she wasn’t even my mate. And the one who was? I’d rejected her without blinking.Because she chose them my brothers over me.The human world was supposed to be an escape. A place to breathe. A place without betrayal. My

ADAMShe caught my eye across the room and smiled like we were old friends who’d just bumped into each other after years apart. That grin... irritatingly familiar, like she knew something I didn’t.I dropped into the nearest booth with a heavy thud, the peeling faux-wood table beneath my arms feeling rough against my skin. I stared down at the cracked surface, as if the chipped pattern could somehow unravel the chaos swirling inside me.Why her? Why now?A strange tension twisted in my chest a storm I hadn’t felt in a long time, and one I had no power to calm.“Come on, don’t act like you don’t see me,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me without waiting.I looked up, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can you just serve me or I’ll leave.”She tilted her head, the faintest edge of a smile playing on her lips. “That’s rude. I’m trying to be nice here.”“I didn’t ask for nice,” I said, voice sharper than I meant. “Just bring what I ordered.”She stuck her tongue out, playful an

ADAMI didn't know what to say.Her story hit harder than I expected, lodging itself somewhere deep in my chest like a thorn.Her father betrayed her. Her own blood. And not just emotionally he threw her to the wolves, metaphorically at least. If I weren’t one myself, I might have found the irony amusing.But it wasn’t funny. It was cruel.And for some reason, it made me angry.I shouldn’t care this much.My father warned me Never get involved in human affairs.And yet, here I am. Entangled. Again.Caught in her mess, pulled in by her voice, her pain, her fire.I exhaled heavily and rubbed the back of my neck, staring down the quiet path that led out of the woods. “I’ll walk you home,” I said finally, voice low.She nodded without a word, and we began moving, step for step, side by side through the shifting silence. Streetlights glowed ahead, dim halos in the night. Neither of us spoke until we reached her front porch.She stopped and turned to me, her eyes searching mine. Something a

ADAM “Keep him there,” I said coldly, not bothering to look up. “And tell him to start sending everything floor plans, personnel files, experiment logs. I want names. I want doors. I want blueprints drawn in blood.” James flinched, his fingers twitching against the tablet he was holding. I finally turned, catching the flicker of unease in his eyes. My lips curled not quite a smile, but a sharp promise edged with something darker. A warning. “Marcus thinks he’s playing god,” I said, voice low, each word deliberate. “He’s about to learn what it means to provoke a wolf.” The silence stretched between us like a held breath before I pivoted on my heel. “To catch a lion, you have to act like his friend.” I didn’t meet James’s eyes directly, but I felt the weight of his gaze. “Vallaire & Co. they’re selling some shares.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed, caught off guard. “Yeah… they are.” “Good.” I took a step toward the window, fingers brushing aside the heavy velvet curtai