Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tamed By My Alpha Step Brother : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Harper’s POVThe morning sun beat down on the training yard like it wanted to punish us all. I stood at the edge of the line with the other warriors, my muscles already sore from yesterday’s drills. Sweat stuck my simple black training shirt to my back. Around me, wolves shifted from foot to foot, waiting for Alpha Damon to show up and start the session. Glynn stood two spots away, her arms crossed tight, eyes scanning everything like she always did.I kept my face blank. Inside, my stomach twisted. Last night in Damon’s quarters still burned in my mind—his hands, his growl, the way I dropped to my knees for him and took him deep until he lost control. My lips tingled just thinking about it. But I couldn’t let that show. Not here. Not with everyone watching.The gate creaked open. Damon walked in first, tall and broad, his dark hair catching the light. Taylor, his mother, moved beside him, her chin high like she owned the whole pack. And right there, clinging to Damon’s arm like a dam

Harper’s POV I locked the door behind me with a soft click that sounded way too loud in the quiet of Damon’s private office. The whole pack had watched me beg for his forgiveness. Glynn’s face had gone pale, and Tina had looked like she’d just won the whole damn pack.Now it was just us. No eyes. No pretending.I turned around slow and looked at him. Damon stood by his big desk, arms crossed, that smug mask still half on his face. But I could see the heat in his eyes. He thought he had me right where he wanted.“If I have to play the submissive little wolf in public,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady, “then you’re going to pay for it in private.”He raised one eyebrow, lips twitching like he wanted to laugh. “Is that so, Harper?”I walked straight up to him, close enough that my breasts brushed his chest. “Yeah. That’s so.”Before he could say another word, I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down so our faces were inches apart. “All that Alpha dominance bullshit y

Harper’s POV I slipped into my room and shut the door behind me, my heart still hammering like it wanted to jump out of my chest. The envelope from Damon burned in my hand. I dropped onto the edge of my bed and stared at the paper. My father had ordered the rogue attack that killed my first mate. He really did it. He was a murderer. The man who was supposed to love and protect me had blood on his hands, and not just any blood—my mate’s. I pressed my palms to my eyes, trying to stop the sting of tears. “Why, Dad?” I whispered to the empty room. “Why couldn’t you just be the father I needed?”A soft knock sounded on my door. Before I could answer, it cracked open and Glynn poked her head in. Her eyes were wide, her face pale. She stepped inside quick and locked the door behind her.“Harper, what the hell happened in the training yard?” she hissed, rushing over to me. “I saw you kneeling in the dirt like some common servant. Damon made you beg in front of everyone! Are you okay? Did he

Harper’s POV The storm hit MoonShine like the moon goddess herself was pissed off. Rain slammed against the windows of the old library, thunder cracking so loud it shook the shelves. I sat at the long wooden table, papers spread out in front of me, trying to focus even though the wind howled like it wanted to rip the roof off.A cold feeling crawled up my spine. Not the chill from the storm. Something else. A scent slipped through the cracked window—sharp, metallic, like old blood mixed with something familiar I couldn’t name. It made my wolf stir inside me, uneasy. I sniffed the air again but it was gone, swallowed by the rain. I shook my head. Probably just my nerves playing tricks after everything that had happened.I turned back to the files I’d sneaked from the restricted section. My fingers flipped through yellowed pages, eyes scanning for anything useful. My father’s secrets. Taylor’s schemes. Anything that could help me bring this pack down from the inside.Then I saw it.“Pr

Harper’s POVI dragged my feet down the quiet hallway, my body heavy like someone had filled my bones with wet sand. The pack house was mostly asleep now, just a few distant howls from the night patrol cutting through the silence. My muscles ached from the long day—first the storm that soaked everything, then digging through those dusty files in the library until my eyes burned, and finally that tense standoff with Taylor. My stepmother’s words still rang in my head, cold and sharp: “Your only value is your blood for the ritual.”Yeah, right. Like I was going to let any of them use me up and throw me away.I pushed open the door to my room, the one they still called the offering quarters even though everyone knew what it really meant. Sacrifice. The word tasted bitter on my tongue. The window was cracked open a little, and the cold night wind pushed the thin curtains around like they were dancing. I shivered but didn’t bother closing it yet. The fresh air felt good after being stuck i