All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Alpha, My Man: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ROWANI paced my office like a trapped animal, my hands tangled in my hair, frustration rising with each second. The Alpha had cornered me. He wanted Selena out of that forest, and he wanted her fast. But how the hell was I supposed to pull that off without Stephen sniffing me out?He knows my scent. He knows I’m the only one who’s ever known where Selena is. If I so much as take a step near that forest, he’ll smell me from miles away.“Think, Rowan,” I muttered, pressing my palms into my temples. “Think.”There had to be another way. Another hand to play. Someone who could move through Stephen’s shadow without drawing attention. Someone he wouldn’t suspect.And then it hit me Adam.Of course.Stephen’s cousin. His rival in everything, especially when it came to Selena. I’d seen the way Adam looked at her, the way he fought that day she was taken desperate, reckless, bleeding. He wasn’t strong enough then, but I bet he hadn’t stopped searching for ways to get to her.He was fearless…

SELENAThe wind whistled in my ears, and my heart thudded with every stride Adam took. His arms were strong around me—secure, protective, like nothing in the world could touch me as long as he held me. I buried my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent of pine and something darker. Safety.“We’re here,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.I hesitated, but slowly cracked my eyes open. Sunlight spilled over us like a golden river, blinding me for a second. Then he lowered me gently to the ground, and my toes sank into cool grass. I looked around, blinking against the sudden brightness.It wasn’t where I expected.A field stretched out ahead, kissed by the morning sun. Trees swayed softly in the breeze, their leaves rustling a lullaby. The air here felt different crisper, freer. I could breathe again.I turned to him, brows knit. “Where are we?”He smiled, stepping closer, and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “My house.”My breath caught. “Your house? In your pack

SELENAThe soft rustle of my gown trailed behind me as I descended the staircase, the satin fabric brushing against my legs like whispers in the air. I had just changed into my princess attire, hoping for a moment of peace, when I heard Adam’s voice rise from the Alpha’s office.“I want to take Selena out of this pack,” he said, his voice low but firm. “She’s suffered enough at the hands of my brother.”My breath caught. I froze, then quickly ducked behind one of the stone pillars lining the hall. My heartbeat thundered in my ears as I pressed my back against the cool marble. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but how could I walk away now?From my hidden spot, I could see Alpha Kingsley sitting behind his desk, his face carved in stone. His jaw tightened, and something flickered in his eyes. Pain? Resistance? Maybe both.“She can’t leave,” he said after a pause, his voice heavy with emotion. “She’s my daughter.”“No,” Adam said, quieter now, but unflinching. “She’s not. She’s Beta Luca’s dau

SELENAThe night air was thick with tension, the kind that clings to your skin like mist. The full moon hung heavy above us, casting silver light across the courtyard like a spotlight meant for farewells.Alpha Kingsley stood still, his broad shoulders outlined by moonlight, eyes fixed on the sky like it held the answers he’d been searching for his whole life."Will you still go tonight?" he asked quietly, not looking at me.His voice was low but steady, almost as if he already knew the answer and just needed to hear me say it out loud.I nodded, heart tight in my chest. “Yes.”He pulled me into a firm hug one that felt more like a goodbye than a see-you-later. “When things get hard, remember this—” He slipped the chain from his neck and placed the cool metal into my palm, his fingers lingering over mine. “You’re always welcome home. And this… will call me, if you’re ever in danger.”I clutched it, unable to find the words, so I just nodded again. My throat was too tight to speak.We

SELENABefore I can respond, the click of heels slices through the air like warning shots. A woman strides toward us, her presence sharp as the cheekbones on her flawless face. Crimson lips, narrowed eyes, an air of entitlement that kind of beauty that makes the room stop but not in a good way.Her gaze skims past me like I’m dust on her designer shoes.“Who is she?” she asks Adam, voice laced with venom. Not a glance in my direction. Not a flicker of curiosity toward me just hostility wrapped in silk.Angela steps forward, but the atmosphere has already shifted. The temperature drops. The air feels tight around my chest. I can feel it the judgment, the unspoken comparison, the way I don’t belong in their world.Not beside Adam. Not in their circles.But Adam ignores her completely. His face hardens, eyes fixed on Angela like the woman doesn’t exist.“So, when can she start coming?” he asks. There’s steel in his voice now, tension beneath every syllable. His jaw tightens slightly, and