All Chapters of Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Asher povI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my cufflinks as I gazed at my reflection. The black tuxedo my brothers had picked out for me fit perfectly, accentuating my broad shoulders and lean physique. I smirked, feeling like a million bucks. The sound of a knock at the door broke my reverie, and I strode over to open it."About time you got dressed," I said, swinging the door open to reveal my brothers, Demian, and Mason, standing in the hallway, looking dapper in their own tuxedos. Demian's eyes sparkled with amusement as he handed me a black bow tie."You're wearing this," he said, his voice firm but playful. "No arguments."I raised an eyebrow, taking the bow tie from him. "You know I'm perfectly capable of tying my own tie, right?"Mason chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah, but where's the fun in that? Besides, we brought your shoes, and Demian's been practising his shoe-tying skills."Demian shot Mason a mock-glare. "Hey, I'm a master shoe-tier now."I laughe

Isabella povI stood up, letting the weight of my thoughts press down on my chest as I held my breath for a moment, then slowly released it. It was infuriating that everyone seemed to know the details of my past, yet no one had the answers I desperately needed. Rufus, the stranger I had met just a few hours earlier, was attempting to help me. I moved closer to his table, my hand lightly resting on its surface as I watched him crouched down, rummaging through the disarray of bookshelves.“Don't worry, Isabella,” he said, his voice steady in spite of the chaos surrounding us. “I will find the book that explains how to retrieve your mate's memories after being reborn.” He hesitated, his expression faltering, and I could see a flicker of pain cross his face as a sharp edge from one of the shelves penetrated his hand.“Oh, moon goddess!” I exclaimed, rushing to his side. My eyes widened as I noticed blood steadily dripping from the wound, pooling onto the floor beneath him. I scanned the r

Isabella pov"Don’t tell me to lie about your whereabouts, Isabella! I don't even know where you're coming from!” Mae’s voice echoed angrily off the walls, her sharp tone resembling a reprimand rather than a plea.I had just stepped out of Rufus's building, making my way through the bustling streets toward the south side, where I lived with my parents. The journey had been more than just a physical one; it was accompanied by a whirlwind of thoughts and discoveries about my district that lingered in my mind. Despite my efforts to investigate, we hadn’t uncovered the elusive book Rufus had mentioned.As I settled onto a weathered wooden bench, I kept my gaze locked on Mae, who stood a few feet away, her body tense and fists clenched in frustration. The space between us felt heavy, and her anger was palpable as she paced, a whirlwind of emotion."Talk to me, friend," she finally implored, her tone shifting from fiery to a softer, more pleading melody. With a reluctant snicker escaping my

Thalia povI glared at the clumsy maid, my eyes narrowing into slits as annoyance bubbled up inside me like a pot about to boil over. She was fumbling with my carefully curated makeup kit, each dropped item setting my teeth on edge. “Pack them, you moron!” I barked, my voice cutting through the air like a whip. I snapped my fingers sharply, directing not just her but the other maids who were in the midst of packing my bags. They were meant to have everything organized and ready before I even set foot out of bed, yet here they were, wasting precious time like amateurs.The maid's eyes widened with fear, and she frantically scrambled to gather the scattered tubes and compacts, her hands shaking. But before she could even rise fully to her feet, I was already marching towards her like an impending storm, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. “You,” I said, jabbing a finger at her as my voice dripped with venom, “get back to work and pack my things properly. And you,” I tu

Isabella pov I took slow, deliberate steps back toward Mae, my gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that felt electric. Inside, a tempest of emotions swirled: anxiety, excitement, guilt. Her weak giggle tried to mask her distress, but the slight tremor of her lips revealed the truth. I could see it in her eyes—she was scared to be left behind, and I felt a pang of sorrow for her, mixed with my own conflicting desires. A part of me yearned to stay with her, yet my heart raced at the prospect of leaving for entirely different reasons. As I drew closer, I noticed the shimmer of tears pooling in her eyes. The moment seemed to stretch as she breathed my name—"Isabella..." Her voice wavered, breaking like fragile glass. Suddenly, the dam broke, and she erupted into desperate sobs. I turned fully to face her, my heart aching at the sight of her anguish, my expression softening instinctively. Without a moment's hesitation, I dropped my bag, its contents jostling inside, and wrapped he