Todos os capítulos de Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Thalia’s POV The forest had always been my place—wild, untamed, and silent enough to drown out the noise inside my head. The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the thick canopy above, casting a honeyed hue over the moss-covered ground. My boots crunched softly over fallen leaves as I moved further into the trees, my bow slung over my shoulder and a blade strapped to my thigh. It was the first full moon of summer, and the woods were alive with scent and sound—ripe for hunting. I needed this, needed the clarity that came from moving in sync with the forest, with my instincts. Needed to feel like me again. The weight on my chest—memories, regrets, guilt, all of it—needed to bleed somewhere. And the forest was the only place that ever seemed to listen without judgment. I was just about to shift when a familiar scent drifted through the trees. Musky, fresh pine and something unmistakably Enzo. I turned, my fingers immediately tensing near the dagger on my hip out of

Enzo’s POVThe moon had started its slow descent when I finally tore myself from the corridor and went looking for Thalia.I found her in the garden near the southern wing, where the marble fountain hummed with quiet water and the scent of night jasmine filled the air. She was sitting on the stone edge, arms braced behind her, eyes lifted to the stars like she was waiting for the universe to finally give her a damn break.I didn’t wait for an invitation.“Have you ever thought about going back?” I asked, stepping into her space without apology.She didn’t turn. “To the stars?”“To Asher’s pack.”Thalia froze. Her whole body stilled in that way that meant a storm was building, and I—brilliant bastard that I am—walked right into the center of it.“You’re not serious,” she said flatly.“I am.”She stood slowly, turning toward me with a hard edge to her stare. “Tell me you didn’t just say that out loud.”“I want to go back.” My voice was calm. Too calm.Thalia blinked. “Why?”I shrugged.

Isabella pov "Mai, you don't have to keep repeating yourself. The twins—Alphas Demian and Asher—have their own decisions to make. I’m just a mate, not a commander," I said gently, zipping the last of my bags. “It’s not like I can sway their every move.” The leather strap creaked as I tightened it around my satchel. I was preparing for a short visit to my parents’ estate, nestled on the edge of Alderwood Forest—a small village that didn’t carry any scent of power, royalty, or command. Just fresh earth, sheep, and the smell of roasted meat at supper. A forgotten slice of peace, far from the blood-soaked politics of the Crescent Moon Court. They’d sent word through Mai two nights ago. A handwritten letter from my mother, smudged in the corner like she’d spilled tea in a rush. She missed me. My father had taken ill, she said, but then added a line that made me pause: He says he dreams of you. Please come. I’d packed that very night. But Mai had been off ever since. Distant. Her

Mai pov The village market bustled with chatter, boots scuffing against cobblestone, and the scent of ripe apples and leather mingling in the air. The sky was bruised blue with dusk, and the sun had begun its slow descent over the slanted roofs and vine-covered chimneys of the Crescent trading district. I clutched my coin pouch in one hand and smoothed my skirts with the other, grateful for the freedom to breathe. Isabella had gone to speak with Alpha Asher—about him. And though a part of me felt bare knowing the truth had finally slipped from my lips, another part felt lighter. As if some great stone had been pulled from my chest. I needed air. I needed people. I needed to feel alive again. So I came here. Where bartering echoed like song and children darted between stalls, sticky with honey and freedom. A pair of elderly she-wolves argued over the price of wheat, a boy with a missing front tooth offered carved wooden wolves for a single silver coin, and somewhere near the b

Mai – POVThe fire had long since turned to embers, but I kept watching it like it might give me answers. Like it might do what Kael couldn’t—stay quiet and warm and dependable.But no, even flames betrayed. Even they burned too hot and left you with ash.I sat curled in the armchair like a storm packed tight into a dress two days too old and a braid that hadn’t been redone. My hands were cold despite the heat, but it wasn’t the kind of cold a hearth could cure.Kael was here. Still.That Flameborn bastard didn’t know when to quit.Good.I didn’t need a prince.I needed someone who would fight for me. Not just in a ballroom or a battlefield—but in the quiet. In the silence after the storm. In the days when I wasn’t gentle or easy or anything close to loveable.He had looked like he might.But I’d seen better men with prettier words rot from the inside out. Titles didn’t impress me. Loyalty did. Pain endured. Promises kept. Choices made when no one was looking.I’d give him one chance—