Semua Bab Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Enzo pov I turned my back on my father's icy stare, the weight of his disapproval settling heavily on my shoulders. I knew I had to move quickly, before he tried to physically restrain me. Striding purposefully towards my room, I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound echoing through the hallway like a challenge. The lock clicked into place, a satisfying sound that told me I was safe from my father's interference – for now. With a sense of urgency, I began gathering my belongings, stuffing clothes and essentials into a duffel bag. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, anger and frustration battling for dominance. How could my father not understand me? Didn't he know I was capable of making my own decisions? The thought only fueled my determination to see this through. As I packed, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I snatched it up, my eyes scanning the screen. Thalia's name flashed across the display, a sly smile spreading across my face. Perfect timing. "What's up?" I ask

Asher pov I saw everything. Every. Damn. Second. I wasn’t supposed to. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But when your packhouse turns into a battlefield and the warriors outside whisper about a commotion in the east wing, you don’t just sit back with tea and biscuits. You check it out. And what did I find? Isabella and Enzo. A storm with no off switch. Fury, heartbreak, and a whole lot of tension that made my skin crawl. I didn’t go in. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. I watched from the corner of the hallway, half-hidden in shadow like some pathetic ghost. I heard the raised voices. The crash. The slap. The sharp edges of their past cutting into the present like a jagged blade. I saw Thalia step in like she owned the world, playing queen in a game she barely understood. I saw the pain on Isabella’s face. The way she shoved him. The way she didn’t cry. And Goddess help me… I felt it all. By the time she walked out, spine stiff, rage woven into every inch of her, I was already turning away

“You already have,” he said, voice low, steady, like a damn dagger wrapped in velvet.Something inside me cracked. I wanted to pretend I didn’t hear him. Wanted to laugh it off, roll my eyes, tell him to shove his tragic poetry where the sun didn’t shine.But I couldn’t.Because I felt it.Every word.“You don’t get to say that,” I snapped, voice hoarse. “You don’t get to make this about you.”He tilted his head slightly, arms still crossed, but his jaw clenched. “It’s not about me. But it is about you. And I’m not walking away, Isabella. Not now.”“Why?” I challenged, wiping the back of my hand across my wet forehead. “Because you feel sorry for me? Because I’m a shiny new disaster you think you can fix?”His eyes darkened, brows twitching with something like restrained fury. “Don’t do that.”“Do what?” I stepped closer, toe to toe, voice rising. “Tell the truth?”“You think that’s the truth?” he asked, quietly now. “You think I look at you and see something broken? No, Isabella. I s

I didn’t cry again.No, the tears were gone. Dried up. Burned away.What was left was something darker. Meaner. A version of me that had no room left for apologies or redemption. Not his. Not hers. Not even my own.I sat on the floor for a long time. Breathing. Fuming. Thinking.The silence in the room wasn’t peaceful—it was the kind that roared. It screamed with everything I’d buried. All the things I never got to say. All the pain I never got to return. All the pieces of myself I never got back.I stared at the shards of perfume glass still glittering across the floor. A tiny storm of destruction in the corner of the room. I should’ve swept them up.Instead, I smiled.Just a little.Because something in me had shifted. That crack Thalia left behind? It was a doorway. And on the other side of it was a version of me I hadn’t met yet—one that didn’t just survive. She hunted.I rose to my feet again, slower this time, more deliberate. No dizziness. Just control.Cold. Clean. Sharp.Enzo

Isabella pov It had only been ten minutes since Mai left, and yet it felt like a lifetime had passed in the silence she left behind. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the room, a whisper of comfort and strength, and I clung to it like a lifeline. The second the door clicked shut, I had folded in on myself again—knees drawn to my chest, nails pressed into my skin just to feel something sharp and real. But I couldn’t sit there any longer. Not when I owed Alpha Asher an apology. I didn’t know if it would change anything. I didn’t even know if I could say the words properly with my throat still raw from crying. But I had to try. He deserved at least that. The cold tile floor stung against my bare feet as I walked out of my room, the air sharp and biting, as if the whole pack house had sensed the storm churning inside me. I wrapped my arms around myself, swallowing hard, ignoring the way my head ached and my eyes burned. I hadn’t even looked in a mirror, but I could feel it—how swo