All Chapters of Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Isabella pov I paced the length of the room, the sound of my heels striking the tile in an unrelenting rhythm. The walls of the pack house felt tighter today, like they were closing in with every second that passed. My frustration simmered, ready to boil over. I didn’t care who heard me. "I am—I doubt, Demian! I have nothing to say about the whole situation in the pack house unless you have something to say about it!" I snapped, my voice sharp, slicing through the tension like a blade. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, the burning behind my eyes. All of it was anger. Pure, undiluted anger. Demian didn’t even look up. He stood behind his desk, shuffling through a stack of pack lists and files like they were more important than the storm brewing in front of him. His silence mocked me. My veins throbbed beneath my skin, taut with fury. My fists clenched at my sides. "Of course, you don’t care," I hissed, pacing again, arms folded tightly across my chest. "You're too busy playing

Thaila – POVI stared at Alpha Asher and Enzo, then at the stupid Isabella I once thought had enough sense to handle her own issues.What the hell did he just say?You're my sister?The words rang in my head like a slap.My fingers curled tighter around the handle of my bag, my knuckles pale. I wanted to leave. No, I needed to leave. That was the only thought looping through my brain. I didn’t want to breathe the same air as these people.“She’s not going anywhere,” Isabella said with a voice that dripped command, like she owned the damn world.I stared at her, stunned.And then I laughed. Loud. Ugly. Broken.“You must be out of your f*cking mind, Isabella,” I hissed, storming forward like the volcano inside me had cracked wide open. “I came here for peace, not chains. I came here for a visit, and that’s over. Me and my brother don’t belong here. Never did.”But before I could walk past her, Alpha Asher stepped in front of me.Blocking me.Again.This man just couldn’t stop standing i

Isabella POV The door slammed shut like a final verdict, and the echo it left behind clawed down my spine. Thalia was gone. Good. But also… not good. I stood there, staring at the empty doorway, my jaw tight, my hands clenched into fists so tight my manicured nails bit into my palms. She always knew how to strike with words that bruised deeper than fists. Asher still hadn’t moved. Enzo was frozen, eyes still on the spot where she’d stood. “She’ll be back,” I said coolly, smoothing my blouse like I hadn’t just been ready to rip a woman’s throat out five minutes ago. “They always come back when they realize no one out there gives a damn.” Enzo didn’t respond. He just looked… wrecked. “She needed to leave,” I added, quieter now. “Before she took the whole house down with her.” Still nothing. I rolled my eyes, stepping around the room toward the window, watching as Thalia disappeared down the long winding path toward the woods, her silhouette a storm wrapped in leather. Then

Thaila – POV The sun was dipping low when I finally reached the hilltop that overlooked my pack’s territory. The carriage had only taken me as far as the border—it always did. Royal carriages weren’t allowed past that sacred line, not even for the daughter of the Beta. Protocol, honor, hierarchy. All those pretty little rules I was supposed to bow to. Screw that. I stepped out barefoot, my heels abandoned long ago when the trail turned into uneven rock and mud. My once pristine dress was stained with dirt and torn at the hem. My hair was a tangled storm around my face, and my eyes? My eyes were war zones—exhausted but refusing to surrender. The walk down the hillside felt longer than it should have. Each step sent sharp little stabs into the soles of my feet, but I didn’t stop. Not even when my ankle twisted and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. Pain had become a language I understood too well now. It spoke to me in a whisper, said: You’re still alive. Keep go

Enzo – POV I didn’t follow Thaila home because I missed her. I followed her because she ruined everything. The fragile, blood-earned peace I’d built with the allied packs, the delicate ties I’d forged in my sister’s absence—it all shattered the second she walked through the damn gates, dressed like a vengeance-soaked goddess and smirking like she owned the moon. And now, she was being hailed as some kind of warrior queen? Please. I wasn’t done with her. Not yet. --- By the time I reached the courtyard again, dusk had cloaked everything in gold and ember. Shadows danced across stone and bark, firelight licking the edges of celebration. But I wasn’t celebrating. Not tonight. Not when she stood at the edge of it all, basking in the attention that should’ve been mine. She thought she could humiliate me. At our own father’s table. In front of the entire pack. That smug smirk. That damn wine toast. That cool dismissal, like I was a stranger she had already buried.