Semua Bab Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Asher povI stood at the center of the living room, my heart racing with anticipation as I beamed at my friends, Mason and Damian. Their infectious energy enveloped the room, and I couldn't help but return their enthusiasm. Mason, especially, was practically vibrating in place, his foot tapping against the hardwood floor in a rapid rhythm that mirrored his giddy excitement. On the other hand, Damian was slightly more restrained, his fingers drumming against his thigh while his gaze remained glued to the door, as if he could will it to open.Then, as if on cue, the door swung open with a soft creak, and she walked in—Isabella. Behind her trailed a guy I didn't recognize. My heartbeat quickened as I took in the scene, feeling an unfamiliar tension in the air. Isabella’s long, dark hair flowed down her back like a silken waterfall, framing her face perfectly. Her smile was radiant, lighting up the room and drawing all attention to her. However, it was the guy following her that caught my

Isabella pov I remained enveloped in the soft embrace of my duvet, its weight, a comforting pressure that anchored me to the bed. The fabric was warm and familiar, creating a cocoon of safety that I was reluctant to leave. Yet, beyond the sanctuary of my blankets, the muffled voices emanating from Alpha Asher's chamber next door beckoned to me like a siren’s call, piquing my curiosity with every syllable. Alpha Asher's deep, resonant voice reverberated against the wooden walls, interspersed with the lighter, melodic tones of another speaker. I felt a tug of intrigue; it felt almost unjust to eavesdrop, yet I was drawn in, unwillingly, as my name slipped into their conversation, causing my ears to perk up in surprise “Come on, Mason, what did you say to her that made her feel so at ease?” Alpha Asher's voice filtered through the walls, laced with a playful amusement that sent a pang of curiosity coursing through me. Who was this "her" they spoke of, and what had Mason divulged that

Isabella pov My mind was racing, a whirlwind of thoughts as I tried to piece together the bizarre puzzle that was Thalia's presence here. She claimed to be Enzo's sister, yet she cozied up to the alphas with a confidence that suggested she owned the place. I glared at the sleek headband lying on the polished table, my fingers twitching with irritation and uncertainty. Alpha Asher had really outdone himself this time, replacing my old, worn wardrobe with an array of designer labels that screamed opulence and even revamping my makeup kit with products I had never dared to buy. With a swift motion, I snatched up the headband, my fingers deftly tying my raven-black hair into a smooth, high ponytail. As my gaze lingered on my reflection in the large, ornate mirror, I was greeted by the sharp contrast of my piercing green eyes against the dark backdrop of my hair—a striking image, but one that masked the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. My hands moved on autopilot, applying foundat

Mae pov I stepped into the bustling market, my eyes scanning the tight rows of colorful stalls, each overflowing with vibrant produce and handmade crafts. The air was thick with the rich aromas of spices and street food, mingling with the occasional waft of grilled meats. Haggling vendors called out to potential buyers, their voices blending into a cacophony of lively chatter that surrounded me like a wave. I tried tuning it out, but an inexplicable chill crept over me, making my caution transform into something darker. The air conditioning units rattled ineffectively above, but the coolness I felt had a different source—a sensation that sent shivers racing down my spine. With every step, a cold breeze swept across my skin, sending goosebumps rippling over my arms like the brush of ice. Something isn’t right, I thought, a whisper of dread echoing through my mind. Clutching the nylon bag tightly to my chest, I spun around, my gaze darting anxiously between the engrossed shoppers and

Enzo povI fixed my gaze on the blundering idiot standing before me, my anger simmering just below the surface like a pot of water poised to boil over. "Just shut up!" I snapped, the words exploding from my throat like a volley of sharp arrows. He was regurgitating the same tired excuses about his earlier mistakes, half-heartedly claiming he'd tried to ask others for help but had only gotten snarled at in return.My hands shook slightly as I fidgeted with the crumpled cigarette pack in my pocket, the familiar craving for nicotine eclipsed by the mounting frustration boiling inside me. "I've had enough of this," I muttered to myself, though the real issue wasn't merely my dependence on cigarettes; it was the glaring incompetence standing right before me.I stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the wooden floor as I pushed it back with a forceful motion. Striding purposefully toward the corner cupboard, I swung the door open with a determined pull and tossed the cigarette pack