All Chapters of Tamed By My Alpha Step Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

58 Chapters

Fifty one

Harper’s POV “What the hell were you thinking?” he growled low, his voice was rough. “I told you to stay back.”I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze without flinching. “And I told you before, I don’t take orders, besides a kid was about to die.”His jaw tightened. His fingers flexed on my arm, possessive even now. I could feel the heat rolling off him, that Alpha strength mixed with the tension that always sat between us. Even covered in dirt and blood, with the whole pack watching, my body reacted to him. A low throb started between my thighs. It was traitorous and stupid, but it was real.“You could’ve been killed,” he said, quieter this time, just for me.“But I wasn’t.” I stepped closer, my voice dropping. “I felt it, Damon. Something… exploded inside me. I was faster. Stronger. I don’t know what it was, but I held him off. Me.”His eyes darkened. I saw the lust flash there, quick and sharp. He liked this side of me. The fighter. The bold one who didn’t back down. His thumb brushed

Fifty two

Harper’s POV The moment the little girl crashed into her mother’s arms, something inside my chest loosened. She held her so tight, rocking her back and forth while tears streamed down her face. “My baby… my sweet girl,” she kept whispering, kissing her messy hair over and over. The other omegas gathered around them, some crying, some hugging each other in relief. The whole camp felt shaken, like we had all just stared death in the face and barely escaped.My shoulder throbbed like fire, but I couldn’t stop staring at them. That little girl was alive because I had moved. Because I hadn’t listened. And right now, that was enough.I turned to leave, wanting nothing more than to collapse in my quarters, when I felt him.Damon.He didn’t even try to hide it this time. His heavy footsteps cut through the murmurs like a blade. Every head turned. Omegas quickly lowered their eyes and stepped aside as he stormed straight toward me, his powerful frame radiating pure rage. His dark eyes burned

Fifty three

Harper’s POV “Get off me—” I tried to jerk away, but he held firm, his big hands sliding over my ribs, my back, my hips.“You could’ve died,” he growled, voice cracking with something raw. I had never seen Damon like that before. “You scared the shit out of me, Harper. Do you understand that? I watched that rogue go for you and I thought—”He stopped, allowing himself to breathe hard. The admission hit me like a punch to the gut. Did Damon— the cold, ruthless and always in control Damon—just admit that he was scared for me? My heart fluttered. A warm, dangerous flutter bloomed in my chest, but I quickly shoved it down. I refused to let him see how much those words affected me.“I’m fine,” I said coldly, trying to twist away again.But then his eyes dropped to my shoulder. The torn fabric showed the ugly claw marks still oozing blood. His entire expression changed. Fresh anger flashed across his face, darker this time.“Fuck,” he hissed.Before I could protest, he stormed over to the

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Harper’s POV I stood there in my room, my heart still racing from the way Damon had touched me. His fingers on my shoulder had been so gentle, like he was afraid I'd break. But I couldn't let that softness fool me. Not now. Not when everything felt like it was closing in.A knock sounded on the door. Damon had barely left before one of the pack hunters pushed in, looking dusty and out of breath. I stayed quiet in the corner, pretending to fold clothes, but my ears were wide open."Alpha," the hunter said, voice low. "That rogue attack... it doesn't add up. We went back to check the site like you asked. There were tracks circling the whole area. Not rogue prints. These were different—boots, maybe, and some kind of wheels. Like someone set the whole thing up and waited."Damon’s face went hard. "Explain.""The rogue came straight at the omegas, but those circling tracks? They boxed us in. Almost like they wanted us distracted."My stomach dropped. I stepped forward before I could stop

Fifty five

Harper’s POV I knelt down by the tree root, my knees sinking into the damp dirt. My hands shook as I brushed away leaves and loose soil. "What the hell is this?" I whispered to myself, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to burst out. The forest stayed too quiet after the rogue attack. No birds, no wind in the leaves. I dug with my fingers, my nails scraping against roots and rocks. Dirt packed under them, but I didn't stop. "Come on, show me something. Anything." My voice came out small, shaky. I kept glancing over my shoulder even though I knew the pack had moved out. Damon would lose his mind if he found me here alone. But I couldn't shake the feeling that this was meant for me. Tristan's scent still hung faint in the air, mixed with blood and silver. It made my stomach twist.My fingers hit something soft. Cloth. I froze for a second, breath caught. "Okay, Harper. Just pull it out. You can do this." I tugged carefully, not wanting to tear whatever was wrapped inside. T

Fifty six

Harper’s POV The dagger was beautiful.That was the first thing that hit me, and I hated myself for thinking it.It lay in my palm, catching the thin light filtering through the trees, and it was — gorgeous. The blade was slim and elegant, almost delicate-looking. The kind of thing you'd expect to see mounted on a wall somewhere, not buried under dirt and roots at the edge of a rogue attack site. The handle was wrapped in dark leather, worn smooth in all the right places, like someone had held it many times before.Someone who knew exactly what they were doing.My hands were already trembling by the time I turned it over."Okay," I whispered to myself. "Okay. Think."But I couldn't think. My brain was doing that thing it does when something is too wrong to process — just spinning, spinning, spinning and not landing anywhere solid.This wasn't left behind in a panic. This wasn't something that fell from a rogue's pocket mid-fight. The cloth it was wrapped in was folded. Deliberate. Th

Fifty seven

Harper’s POV It was our pack's turn to host the Annual Werewolves Regional Night and MoonShine Pack’s mansion looked like it had swallowed half the region’s wealth tonight. Expensive chandeliers hung over the massive hall. Wolves dressed in dark suits and glittering gowns filled the room. Guards stood at every corner. Alphas laughed loudly while pretending they were not measuring each other like predators.And in the middle of all of it sat Damon.Cold. Untouchable and watching everyone.My stomach tightened.This entire gathering was a message.Damon Hudson ruled MoonShine Pack now, and tonight he was making sure every neighboring Alpha remembered it.“You look tense.”I glanced beside me at Glynn.“You don’t?” I muttered.She snorted. “Please. Half these men look like they’d kill each other over seating arrangements.”I almost smiled. Almost.Then the hall suddenly went quiet, not fully quiet. But enough. Enough that heads started turning toward the entrance. Enough that conversa

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Harper’s POV His expression did not change. “I hear many things.”“That sounds vague.”“It was meant to.”I narrowed my eyes at him. “You came all the way here just to speak in riddles?”A faint smile touched his mouth briefly. “No. I came because your Alpha invited me.”Your Alpha.The words felt strange in my chest.I looked toward Damon again without thinking.Vanessa stood near him now, one hand resting possessively on his arm while speaking to him. Damon barely reacted to her touch.Tina, however, looked thrilled by the sight.Bitch.Kael’s voice pulled my attention back again. “You keep watching him.”I stiffened slightly.“I’m watching everyone,” I said smoothly.Kael held my gaze for a second longer like he knew I was avoiding something, but thankfully, he let it go.The dance floor moved slowly around us while whispers spread through the hall.I could practically feel the attention on us. Not because of me, but because Kael Valleys rarely danced with anyone publicly.And bec

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