Todos los capítulos de Stepbrother’s Obsession: Claimed By The Triplet Alphas: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I felt the warmth of fingertips brushing against my cheek. Soft. Gentle. Loving. I blinked slowly, the soft velvet beneath me still warm from tangled limbs and bodies pressed together like we were afraid of the cold finding its way back in. My muscles ached in the best way. My skin still hummed with the echo of their touch. But it was the silence—the kind of heavy quiet that only followed something sacred—that told me I wasn’t alone. “Hey,” Asher murmured. He sat at my side now, shirtless and glowing with heat, his golden eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. One hand was stroking my hair back from my forehead while the other rested across my waist like he couldn’t quite let go. “Did I fall asleep?” I asked, voice hoarse. “You did.” A soft kiss to my temple. “We stayed.” I shifted slightly, feeling the weight of another body behind me. Mason. His chest was pressed to my back, arm slung around my waist possessively, his breathing steady

Asher POVThe scent of fire still lingered in the air.Not the kind that warms your bones or crackles in a hearth.The other kind.The kind that spells blood and war and shadows creeping in where they don’t belong.I stood by the window of the central hall, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. My eyes tracked every inch of darkness beyond the compound walls, every flicker of movement, every whisper of wind. Demian paced behind me like a caged predator. Mason sat with Isabella curled up against him on the couch, his fingers tracing absent shapes on her back as if to remind himself she was real.I couldn’t look at her yet.Not because I didn’t want to.Because if I did… I might fall apart.And Alpha or not, I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart.Not now.“Perimeter’s secured,” Demian said from behind me, his voice sharp, clipped, already high on adrenaline. “I doubled the watch. If anything breathes too loud out there, we’ll hear it.”“Good.” My voice came out low, gravell

Isabella – POVThe scent of smoke woke me before the sound did.It clung to the walls like a warning, crept beneath the door and curled its fingers around my throat. I blinked, slow and groggy, expecting Asher’s warmth beside me, his steady breath against the back of my neck.But the bed was cold.Empty.And the air?Too still.Then the howling started.Not wolves.Not human.Something in-between. Something wrong.I shot up, heart pounding so hard it hurt. My fingers scrambled for the edge of the bed, and I forced myself upright even though my legs trembled. The walls around me shook. Not literally. Not yet. But something was shaking the world.I stumbled toward the door and flung it open.Red light spilled in like a flood.Firelight. Chaos. And blood.Down the hall, Mason’s voice rang out—sharp, furious, commanding. "Guard the inner gates! I want wards doubled. Do not let them breach that second line!"“Asher,” I whispered, heart racing. “Where are you—?”And then I heard it.His roa

Asher – POV The air still stank of shadow rot and scorched earth. I wiped my blade clean on the ruined cloak of a fallen creature, my eyes never straying far from Isabella. She stood in the middle of the chaos like a storm that had chosen to stay. Blood stained her hands, her arms, her cheek—but none of it was hers. Not today. She was breathing hard, jaw tight, hair matted to her forehead. And beautiful. God, she was beautiful. Not just in the way she always had been—fiery and infuriating and impossible to ignore—but in the way that only warriors understood. The kind of beauty that came from standing in hell and refusing to burn. “You good?” I called out. She nodded once, sharp and fierce. I started toward her, but Mason stepped in first, murmuring something I couldn’t hear. Her laugh was faint but real, and I paused mid-step. There was something about watching someone you love become someone they love too. It was humbling. Terrifying. And I’d never been prouder.

Isabella – POVBy the time the second sun rose—thin and silver behind clouds that didn’t move—I knew something was wrong with the sky.It was too still.Too quiet.Like the world was holding its breath again, the same way it had before the pit opened yesterday. The same way it had before the screaming started and Asher almost died in my arms.I still hadn’t slept.Couldn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his body crumpled on the edge of that rift—bloodied, burning, still.My fingers twitched against the hilt of my dagger, comforted by the familiar curve of the blade. Cold steel made more sense than magic, more sense than prophecies or whispered destinies or whatever cursed weight the gods decided to dump on our backs this time.I didn’t want to be important. I just wanted to survive. With him.“Asher’s up,” Mason said behind me, his voice low and rough like gravel dragged across stone. “Still stubborn as ever.”“Good,” I muttered. “I’d hate to have to bring him back just to kill h