บททั้งหมดของ Tamed By My Alpha Step Brother : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Harper's POV I slammed the door to Damon's quarters behind me, my heart pounding in my chest. The taste of his kiss still lingered on my lips, hot and demanding, making my skin flush with a mix of fury and something dangerously close to desire. How the hell did he keep pulling me in like that? One minute I wanted to rip his throat out, the next I was melting against him. But no more. I wouldn't let him toy with me again. I owned my secrets now –or at least, I was starting to remember them. Tristan's blood on my hands, his body going limp... Yeah, it was coming back in jagged pieces, and Damon was the only one who knew the full truth. That made him both my ally and my worst enemy.I stormed down the hallway, ignoring the curious glances from a couple of pack guards. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, urging me to turn back and finish what that kiss started. Shut up, I snapped at her inwardly. He's not worth it. But even as I thought it, a thrill shot through me. Damon's ruthlessness

Harper's POV I woke up to my phone buzzing on the nightstand, it was my alarm. I grabbed the phone and quickly swiped to turn off the annoying alarm and that's when I saw the text I had received one hour ago.It was from my father. 'Harper, get to my office. Now.' Collins Matias, summoning me like I was one of his pack lackeys. No hello, no good morning, no how are you. Typical Father.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. What's this about? Why does he need to see me?I tossed the phone aside, muttering curses under my breath. Fine. Whatever. I threw on jeans and a hoodie, not bothering with anything else. The pack house was quiet as I slipped down the halls. I reached his office door and my hand hovered over the knob when I heard voices inside, I stopped cold.They were heated, angry voices. Father's and... Taylor's? Damon's mother. What the hell were they doing yelling at each other so early in the morning?"You think I'm blind, Collins?" Taylor's voice hissed, it was sharp as a blade. "

Harper's POV I burst through the treeline and shifted back to human form, my clothes ripping slightly from the force of it. My chest heaved as I stumbled toward the pack house, legs burning from the run. Rage pulsed through me like poison–Dad lit the torch himself. Taylor stood there smiling. They killed her. For power. For the pack. And now they wanted to do the same to me.But I couldn't let it show. Not yet. One wrong move, one slip, and I'd be the next one on that altar. I had to play smart. Tread carefully. Smile when I wanted to scream. I had to plan ny revenge in the shadows. But nothing was going to stop me from my avenging my mother, even if it was the last thing I would do.I slipped into the side entrance, avoiding the main hall where pack members were probably gathering for dinner. My room was upstairs. I was safe. For now."Harper? That you?"Glynn's voice echoed from the hallway. Shit. I plastered a neutral expression on my face and turned as she rounded the corner, he

~ Harper’s POV ~I woke up with the kind of headache that usually followed a night of heavy drinking, except I hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. It was a desire-hangover. My skin still felt hypersensitive, humming with the ghostly memory of Damon’s hands roaming over me in the dining hall. My core throbbed with a dull, unsatisfied ache that made me want to scream into my pillow.God, I’m pathetic, I thought, staring at the ceiling.I had been ready to let him take me right there on the floor like an animal. I, Harper Matias, who prided myself on being untouchable and strong-willed, had been reduced to a puddle of need by a man who was essentially my captor and my stepbrother. The shame was a bitter pill to swallow. I had set out to seduce him as a weapon of revenge, but last night, it felt like the weapon had recoiled and hit me square in the chest.I rolled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. I needed to get my head back in the game. Seducing Damon wasn’t about pleasure; it w

Harper’s POVMy chest heaved like I’d just run a marathon, sweat dripping down my back and sticking my tank top to my skin. The training blade felt heavy in my hand, but I didn’t drop it. Not yet. I stared at the thin red line I’d just put on Damon’s cheek. Blood. Actual blood. From me. On him.I waited for the explosion. For him to grab my throat or slam me into the dirt again like he had the last ten minutes. Alpha strength, my ass. He’d been toying with me the whole time, laughing low every time I tried to get close and use my scent to mess with his head. “Nice try, little sacrifice,” he’d growled when he pinned me the first time, his hands hot on my waist, breath brushing my ear. But now? Nothing.Damon just stood there, tall and solid in the middle of the high-walled training ring, dust swirling around his boots. His dark eyes locked on mine, and instead of anger, something hotter flashed across his face. Lust. Pure, raw lust. It made my stomach flip and my wolf sit up inside me,