All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SelenaThe whispers spread like wildfire. Eyes watched from every corner of the room, some filled with curiosity, others with bloodlust, as if they’d paid for front-row seats to watch me fall.I didn’t flinch.Not even when the three of them—Rose, Stella, and Monica—started walking toward me like wolves circling their prey. Their smug grins said they thought this would be easy. Quick. That I’d curl in on myself and beg.Wrong girl.My fists clenched at my sides, and I planted my feet firmly on the ground. This ends now.They charged.And then—A gust of power swept through the room like a storm crashing through silence. Before I could react, it shoved me backward gentle, as if the force knew I wasn’t the threat and slammed the other three straight into the walls with brutal, unforgiving strength. Groans followed. Pain laced in them.I blinked, heart thudding, and turned to the source.Adam.His chest heaved, golden eyes burning like twin suns. He wasn’t shifting he already had. Not fu

ADAMI watched in stunned disbelief as Stephen marked my Selena. My blood boiled, and an almost feral rage took over. I had always known Stephen was insane hell, the whole family was but this was different. This wasn’t just about power. It was something darker, something twisted. Why would he do this to her? She wasn’t his mate. She was mine.The bond between us was undeniable, but Stephen? What the hell was between them? The thought of him touching her like that, claiming her, sent a surge of heat coursing through my veins, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.I shifted into my full wolf form, my muscles rippling as the rage consumed me. My body stretched, fur erupting along my skin as I snarled. My claws dug into the ground, the earth shaking with the force of my anger. I was going to rip him apart. I didn’t care about the consequences. I was ready to start a war between packs if it meant putting an end to this.I lunged toward Stephen with the intent to tear him limb from limb. But b

SelenaI tugged at the edge of my sweater, making sure it covered the mark just beneath my collarbone the one Stephen gave me.It burned sometimes. Not physically. Emotionally. A reminder etched into my skin that no amount of fabric could erase.Other girls would flaunt a mark like this. They’d walk around with heads held high, proud to be claimed. But me? I felt like a walking secret. A shameful one.Because Stephen isn’t just the Alpha’s son. He’s my stepbrother.What would Alpha Kingsley think if he ever saw it? He’s been more of a father to me than my own blood ever was. The way he smiles at me, proud and warm—would all of that vanish if he knew his own son had marked me? Would I become a disappointment, a betrayal he never saw coming?Sometimes, I catch myself wishing I could rewind everything. Maybe then, I would’ve stayed with Alpha Kingsley. Maybe then, none of this would’ve happened.I didn’t even hear Adam approach until his fingers brushed my arm.“Hey,” he said, voice low

SELENA Cold. That was the first thing I felt. The air was thick, damp, and biting against my skin. I blinked into darkness, heart thudding, but saw nothing. A dull ache pulsed in the back of my skull. My wrists stung raw and bruised where iron chains dug into them. Chains? Panic rose like bile in my throat. I tried to move, but the cold bite of metal clanged against the concrete floor, and a sharp pain tore through my ankle. I let out a strangled gasp, wincing. My breathing grew rapid, ragged, shallow. Where… where am I? Memories surged and collided Stephen’s furious eyes, the tightening grip of his arms as he lifted me, the way my limbs had gone limp right before darkness swallowed me whole. Had I passed out? I looked around or tried to. Shadows swallowed every corner of the room. There was no window, just a small slit of moonlight bleeding in through a crack in the ceiling, barely enough to outline the trembling shape of my body. My skin prickled. Then came the

SELENA“What are you doing?” My voice cracks as I scream, chest heaving, panic rushing through every inch of me. Stephen’s hands rough and unrelenting tear at my clothes like they’re nothing but paper. Threads rip. Buttons scatter. Cold air bites at my skin.“Please don’t! Please!” I sob, the words tumbling out of my mouth as hot tears spill down my cheeks. I’m shaking now, trembling so hard my teeth nearly chatter, but it’s not from the cold it’s fear.“I’m your sister!” I cry, over and over like a broken record. “I’m your sister!” Maybe if I say it enough, it’ll snap him out of whatever madness is burning behind his eyes. Maybe he’ll stop.But there’s no recognition in his gaze. No guilt. No hesitation.Just hunger.Raw. Burning. Twisted hunger.His eyes rake over my body like he’s starving like I’m the feast and he hasn’t eaten in years. It makes my skin crawl. Shame and confusion twist deep in my gut as I try to cover myself with shaking hands, but there’s nothing left to hide beh